#oh wow this hit 1k

[insectoidvoid]

if you're fictionkin, there is a very, very high chance you have a little metaphorical devil on your shoulder that constantly yells at you to downplay and minimize your identity for everyone else. and I am here to tell you that you must grab that little devil and dropkick it into an industrial shredder.

[bataranqs]

gonna write a fic in a tiny and dead fandom as rent-control shots

[tony-caito]

Holy Hell 😳🖤⛪️

[fable-x4]

Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.

1 note- I'll go drink water

10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself

50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.

100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt

500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!

1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans

2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.

5k - try to get therapy/psychologist

10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)

50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)

Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy

I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•

Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.

Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited

My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation

Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.

Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.

I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!

Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.

[23victoria]

Bottass Calendar or Bottass Naked?!

f1 grid x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, talks of naked bodies

authors note: i so wish it was christmas so this could fit the theme more but i still had so much fun writing this!! anon🤍 thank you so much for the request!!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! 🤍

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1k celebration f1 masterlist

Lewis

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Lewis: laughs "Maybe I'll make one just for you."

Y/N: "Omg, I would love that! Just make it funny."

Lewis: grinning "I'll make sure it's a masterpiece. Maybe I'll pose with Roscoe."

Y/N: "That sounds perfect! Can you imagine Roscoe in a tiny Santa hat?"

Lewis: "That would be hilarious. I'll get creative. Maybe some racing gear too."

Y/N: "I would fucking love that! I can't wait to see it!"

Max

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Max: frowns "I don't know if I feel happy about you liking another man being naked."

Y/N: teasingly "Don't worry, Max. You're still my favorite."

Max: sighs "I suppose it's just a calendar, but I might need to make my own to compete."

Y/N: laughs "You? Posing for a calendar? That would be something!"

Max: "Why not? I could show off my muscles. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Y/N: "I definitely wouldn't complain. It would be fun to see you out of your racing suit."

Max: smirking "Challenge accepted, then."

Charles

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Charles: smiles awkwardly "I guess it's... nice? But I'd prefer if you admired my photos instead."

Y/N: "Oh, Charles, you know I do!"

Charles: teasing "Maybe I should do a calendar too. What do you think?"

Y/N: "I'd be your biggest fan! You could do something artistic, like in the style of Monaco."

Charles: "With the beautiful scenery and classic cars? I like that idea."

Y/N: "And you in stylish outfits, of course. It would be perfect."

Charles: chuckling "You've got my creative juices flowing now."

Lando

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Lando: pouts playfully "No, you're only supposed to like me naked!"

Y/N: laughs "Lando, you're too funny."

Lando: "I'm serious! What if I made my own calendar? Would you like that better?"

Y/N: "Of course I would! You'd have to make it super goofy, though."

Lando: "Goofy? I can do that. Maybe some funny costumes and silly poses."

Y/N: "That sounds amazing. I'd love to see you having fun with it."

Lando: "Alright, challenge accepted. I'll make sure it's the best calendar ever."

Oscar

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Oscar: bursts out laughing "I can't believe you got that as a gift!"

Y/N: grinning "It's definitely a memorable present!"

Oscar: "I don't think I could ever pose like that. Too embarrassing."

Y/N: "I bet you'd look great, though. Maybe a tasteful one?"

Oscar: "Maybe if I had a few drinks first. But seriously, it's hilarious."

Y/N: "It is! Imagine if we all made one. It would be a hit."

Oscar: "That would be something. We'd have the best-selling calendar of all time."

Y/N: "With you in it, definitely!"

Carlos

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Carlos: smirking "I don't know if I should be happy or jealous."

Y/N: teasing "Why, Carlos? Feeling a bit competitive?"

Carlos: "Well, if you like those photos so much, maybe I should make my own calendar."

Y/N: "I'd love that! You could do something adventurous, like your travels."

Carlos: "With my car and some dramatic landscapes? That would be cool."

Y/N: "Yes! And some action shots. You'd look amazing."

Carlos: grinning "Alright, I'll think about it. You always have the best ideas."

Jenson

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Jenson: raises an eyebrow "Well, this is unexpected."

Y/N: laughs "It's quite a surprise, isn't it?"

Jenson: "I don't know if I should be amused or concerned."

Y/N: "Oh, Jenson, it's just for fun. You know you're my favorite."

Jenson: "Maybe I should make a comeback with a calendar of my own."

Y/N: "I'd love to see that. You could do something classy, like a vintage theme."

Jenson: "Vintage racing? That could be interesting. Alright, you've convinced me."

Sebastian

Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"

Sebastian: chill "I like it. He looks good."

Y/N: "Really? You're not jealous?"

Sebastian: laughs "No, I'm secure enough to appreciate good photography."

Y/N: "You're the best, Seb. Always so supportive."

Sebastian: "Maybe I should make one too. Something environmentally themed."

Y/N: "That would be perfect! You could use it to raise awareness."

Sebastian: "Exactly. A fun project with a purpose. I'm in."

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[p0orbaby]

We Can Stay Here, Spend Every Day Here

summary: barcelona win the champions league

warnings: none

a/n: thanks for sending in a Request

word count: 1k

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The final whistle blows, and the stadium erupts like a shaken bottle of cava. People are screaming, crying, jumping like they’ve just been told they’re getting a lifetime supply of jamón. Barcelona’s just won the Champions League, and you’re there in the thick of it, standing on the sidelines like a stunned meerkat, absorbing the whole chaotic spectacle.

You see Alexia. She’s standing on the pitch, breathing hard, looking like she’s just wrestled a lion. Her hair’s stuck to her face in sweaty strands, but she’s beaming, a look of pure, unfiltered joy that probably hasn’t graced her face since the day she found out croquetas were a thing. She’s surrounded by her teammates, who are mobbing each other, doing that thing where they all scream “Let’s go!” even though they’ve just gone and won the damn thing.

Alexia’s eyes dart around the stadium, trying to soak in everything at once, like she’s worried she might miss a single drop of this euphoria. It’s that moment when you realise she’s not just a footballer, she’s also a sentient human sponge.

But then you notice it. The way her shoulders slump a little, how the corners of her mouth twitch as if they’re debating whether to keep smiling or just fall off her face altogether. You can almost hear the monologue running through her head, like: “Am I dreaming? Did I leave the oven on? Is that tear in my eye or did a pigeon just shit on me?” The existential dread of it all hits her at once—she’s just achieved one of her life’s greatest goals, again, and yet… what now?

It’s all too much. You can see it in the way she starts blinking furiously, like her eyeballs are allergic to victory. The next thing you know, her chest is heaving, and her breath’s catching, and you’re thinking, Oh, Christ, she’s about to go full Niagara Falls.

You’ve never seen Alexia cry. You’ve seen her stub her toe on a chair leg and swear in Catalan that would make even Gerard Piqué blush, but cry? This is uncharted territory. It’s like watching a unicorn sprout wings. It’s so rare, you almost want to pull out your phone and film it for posterity, but you figure that might be a bit much, even for you.

Instead, you just stand there, paralysed with awkwardness, trying to figure out how to comfort the world’s greatest footballer without making a complete tit of yourself. Do you pat her back? Offer her a tissue? Do that weird side-hug thing where you don’t know what to do with your arms?

No, no. You do the only thing that seems right in this absurd moment—you just walk up to her and stand there, like a total muppet, until she finally notices you.

“Y/N?” Alexia blinks at you, her eyes glistening like she’s either about to cry or ask you to help her find a lost contact lens.

You open your mouth to say something profound, like, “You did it!” but all that comes out is a croak that sounds suspiciously like a bullfrog who’s just stubbed his toe on a lily pad.

“Hold me,” Alexia suddenly blurts out, her voice barely a whisper.

You freeze. Hold her? Alexia Putellas, the most un-holdable person you know, is asking you to hold her? That’s like Messi asking you to tie his shoelaces or Ronaldo admitting he’s bad at something—utterly inconceivable.

But then again, she’s standing there, looking at you like you’re her last line of defence, and, well, what the hell else are you supposed to do?

So you awkwardly shuffle closer, your arms hovering in the air like you’re about to hug a cactus, and then, with all the finesse of a drunk giraffe, you wrap your arms around her.

And she just melts. Not like the Wicked Witch of the West—more like an ice cream in the sun, all warmth and sweetness and, honestly, a little sticky from the sweat. Her head drops onto your shoulder, and you can feel her trembling slightly, her breath hot against your neck.

“Wow,” you mumble into her hair, which smells like some fancy shampoo you can’t pronounce but secretly wish you could afford. “You’re really, uh, hugging me”

“Shut up,” Alexia mutters into your shoulder, but there’s no venom in it. She’s smiling again—at least, you think she is, though it’s hard to tell when your face is smushed into her neck like you’re trying to get a good whiff of her collarbone.

You stand there, holding Alexia in the middle of the pitch, while her teammates continue to celebrate around you. Pina is dancing like she’s auditioning for So You Think You Can Dance: Champions League Edition, and Mapi’s screaming something in Spanish that’s probably either very inspiring or incredibly inappropriate, maybe both.

You feel Alexia’s shoulders shake with laughter, though you’re not sure if she’s laughing at you, with you, or because she’s just realised how utterly bizarre this whole situation is. Probably all three.

“You okay?” you ask, because you’re not sure what else to say when you’re holding the greatest footballer in the world while she tries not to dissolve into a puddle of emotions.

“Yeah,” she breathes out, her voice soft, almost tender. “I’m just… It’s just… a lot”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding sagely, like you totally understand what it’s like to win the Champions League and have an entire nation screaming your name. “Winning’s hard”

Alexia snorts—a real, honest-to-God snort that makes you laugh, which makes her laugh, which then makes you both laugh even harder until you’re both giggling like a couple of idiots who’ve just been told they’re getting the last slice of pizza.

And for a moment, you forget that you’re standing in the middle of a stadium filled with thousands of people, that you’re holding Alexia Putellas like she’s some kind of cuddly footballing teddy bear, and that you’re probably the most absurd couple on the planet.

You just laugh, and she holds you, and you both stand there like two complete goofs, surrounded by the chaos of victory, soaking it all in, and not giving a damn about what anyone else thinks.

[melodyanqel]

Far Away | cj

summary: times have been rough for jongho due to being long-distance from his precious family. so, he receives a surprise.

pairing: idol!husband!father!jongho x non-idol!wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, idol au, established relationship, married couple, family reunion, aniteez cameo

wc: 1k+ words

a/n: i enjoyed writing this fluff and i hope you luvs enjoy reading it (>⩊<)

Coachella ATEEZ.

The title is unreal to the members, the fans, and everyone else in the world. It’s another mega achievement in the group’s career, making it a golden moment in K-pop history. After months, days, hours, and seconds of their lives, the day has come, ready to bring a show. Most importantly, two secret guests are surprising someone. He doesn’t know that his wife and little girl are traveling out of the country to see him. 

The mother and daughter have made it to the airport. 

“Are you ready to go meet appa, darling?” You asked your beloved angel. She has her small hand holding yours. Choi Juhee, also known as ATEEZ’s princess and ATINY’s baby. A high-spirited two-year-old with the sweetest soul in the world. Juhee can make any stern, cold person melt on the spot because her cuteness is too precious. She has a strong resemblance to her father and it’s a bit uncanny. 

Jongho’s pretty boba eyes, round face, defined nose, and smile. 

Even her uncles believe Juhee is a ”mini Jongho.” 

“Appa? Where?” The baby asked her mother, looking around the area. You laughed softly, “Not here, but we are seeing him.” You tried to have Juhee comprehend that she’ll be with her father soon. Your daughter is still learning to speak and remembering people and places around her. She knows her uncles because she sees them every day. 

While waiting for the plane, you and Juhee sit by the entrance. Your little girl is playing with her JJONGbear plush, while you read the messages from the members, excluding Jongho, on a private group chat.

Joongie: Are you boarding yet? 

You: We haven’t yet 

Wooyo: Jongho has been looking at pictures of you and Juhee throughout the trip

You: Aww. Do you all miss us as well?

Yuyu: Of course!

Sannie: You two make our days better!

Minki: It gets boring without you two

Hwa: Y/N, does Juhee know she is seeing her appa?

You: She does and tried looking for him at the airport lol

Yeo: How cute! I’m excited to carry her and hug you

Reading the adorable and heartwarming messages makes you less anxious because you miss your husband. Jongho’s music career has been evolving as the years go by and the fame did impact his life. He had less time with his family and more about making hits to amaze people. However, you knew what to expect when marrying a celebrity. It’s not something you could control because you adore his hard work and compassion. Despite the idol image, he is still your Jongho. 

It was also Juhee’s first time on a plane. She stares through the window and watches the peach sky with wispy clouds glow on her face. “Omma, looks like ANITEEZ.” Juhee directs you with her tiny finger at the window. You immediately understood what she meant because she is obsessed with her ANITEEZ friends. “Oh, wow! It does look like the sky where they sailed their ship.” You looked at your beautiful child with fondness. 

Approximately eleven hours later, the mother and daughter landed in California. When existing at the terminal, you notice the group’s manager is waiting for you both. You greeted and thanked them because they knew you’d be coming and wanted to help out for Seonghwa’s surprise. 

The gorgeous city is lit up during the dark hours. It creates a magical ambiance that can’t be forgotten. 

As a new day begins, you and Seungah are getting ready to meet up with the guys. You also did your best not to let your husband know you were in the same hotel as him. 

“Omo! You’re so pretty! Are you an angel from heaven?!”

You are dressing up Juhee in a pretty pink dress with her hair in a ponytail with a glittery silver bow. It has become warmer, these days, so it is best to wear lightweight clothing. Juhee just smiles, revealing her growing teeth. Somewhere in the future, she’ll have a lot of people chasing for her. It once occurred to you that Juhee would be a musician like Jongho. But overall, you will support whatever decision she makes that brings her joy. 

“Alright. Let’s see appa and the uncles at the park. Don’t forget baby, we are surprising appa.” You and Juhee are finished getting ready. The outfits are stylish, the makeup is on point, and the hair is nicely done. You also put her JJONGbear in a small backpack. 

Upon sneaking up on Jongho, you and Juhee decide to surprise him from behind. 

The maknae and his hyungs are sitting under the tree having a picnic in a gorgeous park. Hongjoong is the first to see you and Juhee approaching so quietly. The members except for Jongho see them coming in their direction. They remained calm and quiet as possible. 

“While I was practicing, I tried to hold the flag properly during “The Real” performance but the wind–”

“Appa!”

Jongho felt his heart almost jump out of his chest when small arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes widened in shock, as soon as he saw his daughter’s gorgeous face. “Hi, darling.” You nonchalantly greeted your husband with a wave. 

At once, his hyungs burst out laughing and cheered ecstatically. Jongho comes back to earth and brings his baby into his arms. Juhee’s infectious laughter filled the air. Jongho presses a kiss onto her mochi cheek. You then join your little family hug. You placed a kiss on Jongho’s temple. 

“What is all this?!” Jongho is still confused. 

You couldn’t stop smiling at your adorable husband. “A surprise! We all set it up for you because we wanted to cheer you up.” You explained briefly. Jongho’s heart melted. You traveled hours long just to see him. 

He brings a kiss on the lips and the members squealed at the sudden bold maknae. Juhee didn’t notice her parents were sharing a sweet affection because she was too focused on the candy. Jongho slips away his lips from yours to say, “Thank you so much, my love.” 

You chuckled blithely. “You’re very welcome, my Haribo.” You called him by his nickname. You’ll never stop using it since you first fell for Jongho. 

Soon enough, the Choi Bear family and ATEEZ have a lovely picnic together. Not to mention, the members fought over Juhee to have her sit with one of them. 

[leona-hawthorne]

hey love, congratulations on hitting 1k !!! you deserve it all and more ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

can i request a latte art with mattheo, my fav class at hogwarts would probably be potions

xx

babe 🥹🥹 thank you so much!! i hope you like what i came up with, lovely 💌❤️‍🩹

1k celebration navigation latte art

ミ★ LEND A HAND?… mattheo riddle

The low hum of chatter filled Slughorn's Potions classroom as you settled into your seat, carefully placing your textbook and supplies on the table. It wasn't until you caught a faint hint of cologne—dark, woodsy, with an edge of spice—that you realized someone was standing beside you.

"Oh, uh, hey," Mattheo Riddle said, eyebrows raised in casual acknowledgement as he slid into the seat next to you. His usual smirk was replaced by something almost... curious. Surprised even. You had never worked with him in Potions before, so the sudden pairing was a mystery to you too.

"Hi," you replied, slightly wary but unable to ignore the intrigue bubbling up. Mattheo had a reputation—intense, unpredictable, both arrogant and clever, and maybe just a bit infamous for stirring up trouble. But there was something about him, something that made him hard to dismiss completely.

In the dim, smoky warmth of the classroom, you were feeling more confident than usual. Your potion assignment—a tricky brew requiring focus and a steady hand—had turned out a flawless, shimmering shade. Slughorn even gave an approving nod as he passed, the briefest of triumphs you were savoring when Mattheo slid his cauldron closer to yours, brow arched.

“Impressive,” he said, glancing between your potion and the scrawled notes on your parchment. “Mind lending a hand? Mine’s, uh… not quite cooperating.” He tilted his cauldron, revealing a dark, sludgy mess that could hardly be considered potion material.

You tried not to laugh, but the way he leaned forward, hands on the table and eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and challenge, made it hard to resist. “Alright, Riddle,” you said, keeping your tone light but instructive. “You need to start with more of the snakeweed essence; yours looks way too thick.”

“Got it.” He grabbed the bottle and poured with what you could only assume was some kind of disregard for measurements, filling his cauldron with far too much. He gave you a quick, somewhat sheepish look before stirring it around with a bit more care.

“Now, add three drops of the jobberknoll blood—only three,” you stressed, watching as his focus intensified, his brow furrowing in a way that almost made him look sweet. But when you glanced down, you noticed his hand hovering over a different bottle.

“Actually, that’s—” you began, just as he tipped in the wrong ingredient, and—

Too late. He poured the contents straight in, and before you could react, the potion bubbled, frothed, and erupted in a plume of purple smoke. You coughed, blinking as your vision cleared, only to find yourself covered in a fine, shimmering dust. Your hair, your robes, your face—all sparkling with what looked suspiciously like glitter.

Mattheo stared, eyes wide and jaw slack as his hand flew to cover his mouth. "Oh... my god," he said, voice filled with genuine horror. "I... I didn't... uh... wow."

You just blinked, lips pressed together in a thin line. "I think 'wow' sums it up nicely."

"Merlin’s bloody beard,” he muttered, voice tight with the shock of what he’d done. His hand dropped from his mouth, revealing a slightly horrified but unmistakably amused grin. “I swear I’m not usually this…” He trailed off, searching for the right word, “…incompetent or… reckless.”

"Oh, I'm sure you're exactly this reckless," you teased, unable to hold back your laughter as he looked at you with an expression somewhere between mortification and amusement.

Mattheo rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling as he met your eyes. "Alright, you caught me. But—" He leaned in slightly, a spark of mischief lighting up his dark gaze. "How about I make it up to you? Let me take you out. No potions, no explosions. Just... I dunno, us, maybe a butterbeer. Could even be a glitter-free zone."

You blinked, unsure if he was kidding. “You think one potion explosion warrants a date?”

His grin widened, taking on a bit of that charming cockiness you’d heard so much about. “I’m saying I owe you. Let me make it right.” He leaned in, tone softening, the laughter still lurking in his gaze. “Besides, you never know. I might actually be tolerable.”

You arched an eyebrow, pretending to consider. "I'll agree on one condition."

"Name it," he said instantly.

"You owe me two drinks if I find even one speck of glitter on me by the end."

He grinned, nodding. "Deal. Glitter-free and fully charmed, promise."

[inmyheaddd]

alone with you, does that makes sense? - ravi singh x reader

a/n: woohoo new ravi fic my bf 💖💖 wc: 1k masterlist

you stumbled into the dimly lit kitchen in the middle of the night. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you reached for a glass and began to fill it up as you hummed to yourself. the only thing on your mind was your bed, and how dry your mouth felt. 

as you sipped on your water, the doorbell rang. 

you frowned to yourself, wondering who would be outside in the dead of night while it was raining. 

you set down your glass and hesitantly walked to the door, and another knock came, more urgent this time. you cracked the door open only to see your boyfriend, with droplets of rain on his jumper and wet hair. 

“ravi?” the sleep left your body in an instant, “what the… are you mental?” you said as you opened the door wider, partially sighing in relief as it was just him, not an axe murderer or something of the sort. 

“possibly.” he breathed out as he saw you, wiping a water droplet off his cheek.

“oh my gosh, get inside — it’s freezing!” you exclaimed as you ushered him inside. 

you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the cold seeping through the fabric of your pajamas as he stepped in and took off his shoes. 

“what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night.” to say you were beyond confused was an understatement.

“i couldn’t sleep.” he shrugged, like that answered your question perfectly.

“so you just came to my house?” 

“yes?…” he paused, taking in your confused and honestly unimpressed look. ”well, i did call you multiple times — and i texted! so i didn’t just come to your house.”

you sighed, knowing your phone was almost always on do not disturb. “i…” you paused, eyeing his figure as he ran a hand through his soaked hair. “well… do you need anything? i can make you tea if you’d like?” 

“i’m alright, thankyou.” a grin found his face, and he slightly lolled his head to the side. “would it be too cheesy to say i just need you?” 

your cheeks flushed, “yes. it would be.”

“perfect.“ he flashed you a toothy grin, “i just ne-“ 

“stop it,” you cut him off with a sleepy laugh, your voice still tired, “you’re so unbelievable.”

“and you’re way too welcoming.” he said as he took a step closer. “do you treat everyone this nicely, or am i just special?” 

you snorted, “you’re definitely special in the head, i’ll tell you that much.” 

he seemed to have gotten his answer from the way your cheeks flushed even more as he got closer, “alright, fair.” he sent you a boyish grin, “i’ll take it.” 

you laughed before hitting his shoulder and said, “let’s go to my room, let me just get my water.”

you heard him mutter something along the lines of, “wow, take me out to dinner first.”

shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your glass and then he followed you up the stairs.

—

once inside your room, you tossed him a towel from your dresser. “here, dry off before you catch a cold.”

he accepted the towel with a smirk. “are you going to tuck me in, too?”

you rolled your eyes, but it was impossible for you to wipe the smile off your face. “only if you behave.”

he dried his hair, making it stand up messily before he ran his fingers through it. it somehow just made him look even more endearing. “i always behave,” he said, though his smile told you otherwise.

“sure you do.” you replied, pulling the covers back on your bed and climbing in. “now, get in here before you freeze to death.”

“yes, ma’am,” he teased, but there was a softness in his eyes as he joined you under the blankets.

the warmth of his body next to yours was comforting, and you couldn’t help but snuggle closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “better?”

“much better,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. “listen,” he hesitated, “im sorry for showing up so randomly, i had a bad day and just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right way to put it, “i wasn’t lying when i said just needed you.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze. your brows furrowed and your chest felt constricted at the thought of him being anything other than happy. 

“ravi, i’m here for you, always.” you moved to press a gentle kiss on his lips, and his hand came up to caress your cheek. 

when you pulled back, you lay your head back on his chest. “i’m really sorry your day was horrible.” you mumbled. 

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” his tone was a lot softer now, more vulnerable. “i mean, i have my ridiculously amazing girlfriend in my arms now, i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

you lifted your head again, amused at his ability to slip back into his wits so easily. “you’re really something, you know that?” 

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, something special in the head, right?”

“yes,” you laughed quietly, “but not only that. i mean, you’re sort of ridiculously amazing too.”

he gasped dramatically, feigning shock, “was that a compliment i heard?” 

“i take it back.” 

“so it was a compliment.” it was almost impossible for his smile to get any wider, “don’t get all soft on me now, love.” he patted your head, but there wasn’t a single bone in your body that felt the need to make a snappy retort back.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you said as you snuggled in closer to his side. 

“but you help me sleep at night.”

you raised your eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see it. “then why aren’t you sleep?”

when he didn’t respond, you lifted your head up to find him closing his eyes, with his lips twitching as he tried to bite back a laugh. 

“you’re such an idiot.” you muttered under your breath with a laugh as you put your head back down, and ravi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you could hear his steady heartbeat as your breaths started to even out, and he traced silent “i love you”s and hearts on your skin, which had you almost asleep within minutes.

“i love you too,” you mumbled into his chest without thinking twice, and sleep washed over you before you could feel the kiss ravi pressed on the top of your head.

soon enough, the rain pattering on the window and soft breaths the only sounds that could be heard.

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[writememysticfalls]

Roleplay | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Damon secretly fantasises about getting you pregnant. Is it just roleplay... or something more?

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, hubby!Damon

Word count: >1k

“You know all my sex fantasies. Why don't I know yours?” you asked.

You watched your boyfriend Damon unbutton his shirt in front of the mirror.

“Hmm, I love your fantasies,” Damon teased. “There's the one where I'm Count Dracula…” he murmured, crawling up the bed. His black shirt fluttered open, revealing his hard stomach.

“I only drink the blood of beautiful women,” he whispered, his fangs sliding out, “and only at night.”

His fingers were cold against your neck. He found your pulse, and sucked it gently.

You stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed. What were you talking about again?

“Hey!” you said, pushing him off. “You're trying to distract me!”

Damon shrugged.

In a flash, his back hit the wall, his eyes fluttering shut. “Your blood is like a drug to me, Bella,” he moaned.

“The Twilight one is a secret!” you hissed. “Your fantasies. Go.”

“Okay,” Damon said excitedly, crawling onto the bed. He lifted you so were straddling his strong thighs. His cool fingers ghosted your lower back, making you shiver.

“I have one fantasy…” he whispered, his cheeks pink. “About making a baby with you.”

You grinned. “So... just sex?”

“No!” Damon said, rubbing your thighs. “Literally making a baby. I dream about getting you pregnant.” He sighed. “I know it's impossible, but that's it.”

“Like what?” you asked.

Damon gulped. “Like…” his hands hiked up your shirt, “we've been talking about it, and we decide that tonight's the night. We're going to make the magic happen.”

“Wow…” you whispered. “Damon Salvatore wants to put a baby in me. I'm impressed.”

Damon pushed you back onto the pillow, his body moving over yours. “You like that - mommy?” he said, smiling shyly.

Damon, the guy who danced on rafters, was feeling shy. This had to be a big deal.

“Call me that again,” you murmured.

“Mommy,” he whispered, his face turning darker.

You gave him a long kiss. His mouth was gentle, but you could feel that his arms were tense, his whole body trembling.

“Tell me more,” you whispered in his ear.

“Hmm,” he started. “Well, we have a little baby boy, who we call Zach.”

“Zach?” you said.

“Yep,” Damon said, his eyes distant. “Little Zach’s a guy’s guy, so I can teach him to take cars apart, but he also loves running around in your high heels, which Kajol - that's his younger sister - finds hilarious.”

You moved to sit up, frowning. “Damon,” you said. “That's not a sex fantasy. That's a life plan.”

Damon smiled goofily. “What?”

“Oh my god,” you said. “You're serious about this. You actually want to have kids with me.”

You stood up. “How long have you wanted this, Damon?”

Damon stretched out on the bed on his stomach, his fingers reaching for you. “No…” he whispered. “Let's go back to the fun sexy stuff.”

“I'm twenty years old!” you said, staring at yourself in the mirror. “I can't have a kid. I practically am a kid.”

Damon sat up, scowling. “Goddamn it, Y/n. This is why I didn't want to tell you.”

“Well, you have. And now I know you want me to be a mom,” you said, your face flushed. “I need to think.”

“Don't go,” Damon breathed. He was trying to smirk, but his eyes were wide. “We'll drop the subject. Pinky promise.”

“I'm sorry,” you said. “I'm staying at a friend's house tonight.”

---

An hour later, you opened the door to your friend's house to see Damon. He was in the same shirt, his hair still mussed up.

“Let me in, Y/n,” he said, his hand gripping the doorframe.

You pulled your dressing gown tighter. “I'm sorry. I need some space.”

Damon’s hand slid down. “So I secretly want kids! Big whoop. I'm 150 years old. I like tequila and one-night-stands just as much as the next guy - hell, more - but after a while, you get tired.”

“Exactly when did you decide you wanted to have kids with me?” you asked.

He licked his lips. “The moment I met you, okay? I'm sorry that scares you, but it's true. I saw you, and I instantly knew you were the woman I wanted to start a family with.”

Your heart was in your throat. You had always felt like Damon was hesitating, like he didn't want to define the relationship. Now you knew why. He wanted it all.

“Hey…” Damon said. “I'm happy doing the college thing with you for now! I was born to be a frat guy. Jello shots are my champagne.” His eyelids fluttered. “Honestly, the hot college girls are the main perk.”

“I don't know,” you said. “I'm gonna need time to decide if I want this.”

“I've waited a century,” Damon said lightly. “What's another decade?”

You slid your fingers down the doorframe. “Maybe we could adopt,” you said, smiling. “In the distant future.”

“So distant…” Damon said in a squeaky voice, his fingers fluttering away into the distance.

You bit your lip, fighting a smile. You could never stay mad at Damon.

You stepped out onto the porch. “Hey… daddy,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Damon grasped the sides of your head. He twined his fingers in your hair. “Oh, so the calling me daddy part is fine with you?”

“Mm-hmm,” you said, nodding.

Damon pulled you into his chest, inhaling the scent of your hair. “So… you like Charlie Swan, Bella’s dad?”

You shook your head.

“Oh no. It's Carlisle Cullen, hot papa doctor,” he corrected.

You laughed. “That's more like it.”

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[yutarot]

SHES THE MAN [l.hc smau]

23 - i guess we both had our secrets. wc: 1k

TBU campus — 11:07am

the past few weeks had gone slowly. it had taken you a while to get back into the routine of your old life, no esports, no ncu and no haechan.

just you, your friends and this horrible sinking feeling in your stomach.

you miss him more than you’ll ever admit to ten or yourself. but there is nothing you can do but watch, as days pass, in fear that you’ll forget all the memories you made with him. whether they were classed as real memories or not, you struggle to decipher, but considering the ache that you feel in remembering them, you decide that you can cherish them as if they were.

this morning was just another morning, leaving your dorm with ningning and making your way to classes. the campus always seemed so fresh, so new, and you hated the way that, with every corner you turn, you risk the chances of bumping into the one person you do not want to see.

eric sohn.

somehow, you’ve avoided him ever since ami revealed your secret. but you know that the moment you see him, he’s not going to let you go peacefully.

it had taken a while for people on campus to come to terms with what had happened. luckily, most people found it hilarious, patting you on the back when they saw you, congratulating you for doing what you wanted and nearly getting away with it.

you hang on to that ‘nearly’, clutching onto the possibility of what it might’ve been if you were never exposed.

your thoughts are interrupted.

“meet me back here at 1?” ningning asks, referring to you both having to split to go to seperate buildings at this point. you nod at her before making your way to the biology block.

if only you knew that you would never make it.

because, standing in your direct line of sight is not only the man you least want to see, but there he is, staring directly at you.

and he’s grinning.

you want to turn away, you really do, you’ve been dreading this interaction for weeks. but you keep walking forward until your face to face with him, your legs moving you out of curiosity and perhaps madness.

“hi yn.” he says. your glad he’s not got any of his friends with him, you couldn’t think of anything worse than having sunwoo laugh in your face.

“hi eric.”

“so, NCU huh?”

oh god.

“ye-“

“you know, i had my suspicions about you after seeing you help haechan out of that party, wasn’t very stranger-like of you.”

you stay silent. you know what question he’s going to ask next, and there’s nothing you can do to prepare yourself for the sting it’s going to hit you with.

“did he know you were lying directly to his face about who you were the entire fucking time?”

there it is.

you’re annoyed, “why do you care?” you say, but he only scoffs.

he’s smug, and you hate it. “all of that, for me? wow yn, you must have really hurt their feelings when you left. i’m curious, were you planning to tell them, ever? or were you just expecting to disappear out of nowhere? thinking no one would notice?”

there’s a sinister tone to his voice that confuses you. why is he asking so many irrelevant questions? why is he not asking you what happened?

but then, it hits you.

“you were behind it, all of it.”

his creeping smile answers your question before he can even open his mouth.

“hmmm and what do you mean by it?”

you hate how happy he is, you hate how much he’s smiling.

“you told ami that chenle had been away. you’d found out somehow, and you’d told her.”

he shrugged, “all it took was $20 in hyunjaes hand and he was happy to hack into chenles phone to send a text to ami. you should have known that younghoon was in the same basketball team as chenle, not my fault.”

“you’re sick.”

“i guess we both had our secrets.”

you’re appalled at how right he is, you had been stupid, you’d overlooked all the small details and you’d missed out on everything that was looking you directly in the face. eric beating up haechan unprovoked? him attacking haechan in the fortnite tournament? this entire time, he wasn’t trying to mess with haechan, he was trying to mess with you, and you just let it all happen because you turned a blind eye to the fact that he might have known. he had no reason for attacking chenle and the ncu team, unless he knew that it was never really chenle at all.

“you knew the whole time?”

he raises his eyebrows, smugness in his eyes that doesn’t cease to make you feel nauseous. “well, you helping haechan at the party was the main giveaway, why else do you think i started punching him in the first place?”

“you were trying to confirm it for yourself… to see if i would go over to help him…”

“oh you really are smart yn!”

you hate eric, in this moment and forever. he had planned this all perfectly from the beginning, disguising his hatred for you as hatred for haechan. and haechan didn’t deserve a single ounce of that hate.

you did.

you hate that it all could have worked out, you could have stayed in the team and you could have beat tbu. but it’s because of your own stupidity that you let eric find out everything.

and haechan. oh how you wish you could find him and apologise for everything, you wish you could go back to the very beginning, never get yangyangs twitter, never dm him and never accept that first game request from haechan.

this was all a horrible, horrible mistake.

and it’s all your fault.

so all you can do is walk away. that’s all you seem to ever do.

you walk, and you walk and you walk.

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[yelenasdiary]

Fluffmas request

Wandanat x fem reader

It's readers' first Christmas with wandnat as a couple, and she wants to make it special. Trying to find the perfect gifts for them. Something that's shows how much they mean to reader. Nervously awaiting their reaction to the gifts, hoping they love it.

A Recipe for Gifts

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem! Reader

Summary: It’s your first Christmas with your partners as an official couple and you want to get them both the perfect gift for Christmas. 

Fluff, Tiny Angst

Warnings: Reader feels a little nervous but nothing else. If I missed any, please let me know! | 1K

Translations: Detka (baby),

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy!! x

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The twinkling lights hung around your shared home, adding to the cozy space filled with festive decorations. You sat on the sofa with a hot choco warmly in your hands as you patiently waited for your girlfriends, Wanda and Natasha to join you. This year wasn’t like other Christmases, this was your first Christmas you got to spend with your girlfriends as an official couple and the stress of trying to find the perfect gift for both of them hung heavily over you this holiday season. 

You had put a lot of thought into this Christmas, determined to find the perfect gifts that truly captured the love and appreciation you felt for the women. Nights spent doom scrolling Pinterest for ideas, endless online stores gave you little to no ideas and trying to get either of them to give you a slight hint on what they would like for Christmas was almost impossible. 

After weeks of endless thinking and searching, it finally hit you, in the middle of the night while you lay between the two Avengers. Wrapped in a fluffy gown, Wanda sat down beside you, frowning ever so softly at the worried look on your face. “Is everything okay love?” She asked, catching your attention.

“Huh?” You looked at her, “everything is fine, I just can’t wait to give you your gifts!” You quickly added with an assuring smile. 

“As are we, beautiful” Natasha replied as she took a seat to the right of you. 

“Shall we start?” Wanda smiled. 

You nodded slowly, your stomach beginning to turn on you as you slowly placed your drink on the coffee table and moved to the floor. The Christmas tree looked taller than normal as you reached for the gift with Natasha’s name on it. 

“This one is for you Natty” you smiled softly, trying to ignore the doubts in your mind as she kindly took the box from you. “Thank you detka” she smiled before carefully unwrapping the medium sized box. Both you and Wanda sat back and watched as the redhead’s eyes lit up almost instantly as her eyes landed on the black leather jacket with a customized emblem that represented your relationship, three intertwined hearts in a deep red. 

“Dekta! This is” she paused for a moment as she gently took the jacket out of its box, your heart pounding with worry for every second she didn’t finish her sentence, “it’s perfect!” Natasha beamed. 

“Oh, wow! Honey, that’s beautiful!” Wanda complimented as she took a closer look. 

You felt a smile tugging at your lips in relief, gift number one was a success!. 

“I can’t wait to wear this!” Nat said, already planning in her head the next time she would take her motorbike out for a day ride. “Thank you so much detka!” She looked at you with a beaming smile. 

“You’re welcome, I’m just glad you like it! I was a little worried you might have found it a little tacky” you replied, watching as your girlfriend admired her new jacket. 

“Tacky?” She raised a brow, “no fucking way! This is the best gift ever! My new favourite jacket for sure! I’m going to wear it to Christmas dinner!” She assured you before gently placing the jacket beside her and pushing herself off the sofa. She wandered over to you, closing the short gap between you, “thank you darling, I love it so much” she said ever so softly before her lips found yours. She kissed you deeply, showing you just how much she really appreciated the thoughtful gift, “and I love you” she added with a smile on her lips. 

Your cheeks turned red almost instantly, Natasha never failed to make you lose yourself in the moment, “I love you too” you replied just as she sat down beside you and wrapping an arm around you. 

“Your turn Wands!” You said, feeling Nat gently brushing her thumb up and down on your hip. You reached for the gift with Wanda’s name on it and handed it to her with grace. “Thank you, sweetheart, you didn’t have to get me anything” she said with a sparkle in her eyes. 

“I know but I wanted too” you said. 

As Wanda opened her gift, the moment felt like it stretched on for eternity. You wished she would just rip the paper like it was intended for her, or more so you could finally see if she loved her gift as much as Nat loved hers. She brushed the wrapping paper to her feet as her eyes softened on the book in her lap with the same deep red intertwined hearts emblem imprinted on the cover. Her fingers trembled as she flipped gently through the pages of the custom-made cookbook. 

“Honey, you made this?” She asked, looking up at you. 

“I noticed you don’t have any Sokovian cookbooks on the bookshelf, so I thought I’d make you one. I remembered there were a few recipes you said you cooked with your mother; I added them in there too! Maybe one day, you could teach me how to cook them too” you replied with a soft smile as tears of joy built in Wanda’s eyes. 

“This is beautiful, thank you so much angel” she said, “I can’t believe you made this for me, I love it so much” she added. 

Your heart soared and relief floated through your blood as you watched Wanda take a moment to look at each recipe one by one. Natasha gently rested her head on your shoulder, “now it’s your turn!” She whispered. 

“I want to give Wanda a moment first, this is my gift. Seeing you both so happy” you replied, resting your head gently on hers. Natasha smiled softly as the two of you watched Wanda in awe. 75 pages of recipes that Wanda had a comment for, each and every single one of them. 

“Ooo! I cannot wait to cook us this!” She pointed, showing you and Natasha a hotpot recipe. “Oh! And this one!!” She would add after the next one and you couldn’t wait to try every recipe she would make. 

You found comfort in the warmth around you, knowing that both your partners loved their gifts and knowing they were excited to use them. Christmas was truly something special for the three of you, with laugher and hot cocoa, you felt grateful to have Natash and Wanda to share your life with and you couldn’t wait to share the many Christmases to come.

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[enha-roza]

OTHER IDOLS BEING AMAZED BY ROZA

Enhypen 8thmember!oc

synopsis : other idols being amazed and praising Roza.

wc : 1k

YEONJUN

Roza and Yeonjun have known each other since early 2018 when both were big hit trainees but this doesn't stop them hyping each other up. During a 2022 award show Yeonjun and Roza had a collaboration where the two would be performing a duet of taemin’s Heart stop featuring Seulgi. 

While preparing for the performance, they were filming behind the scenes. “And here we have Roza!” Yeonjun pointed the camera at Roza and she waved. “Hello Moa!”. “We have a very special performance prepared for you guys, I hope you love it!”. “Yes we are working very hard”. “Roza has been working very hard as well. Everytime i see her dance I get blown away!” Yeonjun said as Roza got flustered. “Thank you! But I'm definitely not better than you. Yeonjun 4 gen it boy!” The two laughed as they continued to practice. 

The camera filmed as they continued to learn the dance. Roza was a fast learner, learning the dance almost straight away. “Wow, you're so good!” Yeonjun said as he watched her continued to watch Roza dance. “That's a professional,” He said, pointing at her. “Real talent!”. Roza, getting shy, stopped dancing. “Don't stop… you’re so cool!”. 

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WINTER

Roza and Winter became friends shortly after both groups debuted in November of 2020. During an award show ENHYPEN were performing their most recent songs, when the camera cut to winter staring in awe as Roza performed her part. Winter got surprised and laughed as the camera cut back to ENHYPEN.

The next day Winter was on live when fans started asking questions about Roza. “oh Roza? We became friends shortly after debut, we are very close”. She smiled as she continued to giggle. “Yesterday she was so cool during Enhypens' performance… i was in awe as many of you saw” she blushed remembering being caught on the cameras simping. “I was shocked to see myself on the big screen, but I think many of you can relate to how I felt. She's a true idol!” 

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SUNG HANBIN

As Enhypen were at Mcountdown doing their interview when they were asked to sing XO. Roza and Heeseung sang as Niki and Sunghoon danced in front. Hanbin was seen at the back smiling in awe as he listened and watched them perform. “Wow, your vocals are so good!” he said as she was standing next to him. She blushed as she bowed to thank him. Both smiled shyly as they continued with the interview. 

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KEEHO

Even though the two are broken up they are still friends. Keeho still finds Roza very pretty and sometimes can help but stare if he sees her during an award show. Enhypen and P1Harmony were sitting next to each other as they watched other idol groups perform and accept awards. 

While Enhypen were accepting an award, when Roza was shown on the big screen. Many fans screamed at her visuals. Keeho couldn't stop himself from reacting, also smiling at her beauty on the screen. Which many noticed and later was posted all over social media. 

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JAKE AND SUNOO

During I-Land Roza was a hot topic. Due to her talent she was a fan favorite among watches and other trainees. During the first episode, everyone was performing their applicant songs. Roza and trainees Nari and Jihyun get up to perform Red Velvet’s ‘Bad Boy’. “Wow, they're really good… makes me more nervous.” Sunoo nodded his head in agreement. “They're on another level.” 

After the girls finished and got their votes they sat back down. “Roza did the best for real.” Sunoo whispered to jake. “She's so pretty too! Makes me jealous.” Sunoo laughed at Jake's statement. “Jealous… okay hyung.” “Seriously, she's pretty and talented, she's like the perfect human being.” Jake's eyes are still on Roza, admiring her beauty. Sunoo watched as Jake fell in love. 

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PRODUCE 48 

It was during the ‘into the new world’ performance where Roza was the main vocalist of the unit. As they perform Roza gets lots of positive reaction to her singing. “Woww, she's so good!”. “As expected from Roza!” the judges said watching her perform. Even the trainees were amazed as they watched her sing. “Wow, unnie is so good!” Wonyoung said. “She really is!” Yena said back. “I think I fell in love!” 

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YEDAM

Roza had arrived on set for Yedam’s solo music video ‘WAYO’. “Oh you're here!” Yedam smiled as Roza walked up to him wrapped in a blanket. “I'm so tired… Why is it so early.” “oh you'll live.” He laughed as Roza glared at him. “See that guys, that’s real friend. No concern." "I do care.” “no you don't” staff laughing at the twos interaction. 

Later Roza was filming some solo scenes. Yedam grabbed a camera and started filming her. “Look at her… she's so pretty she makes it look easy. Flawless” he laughed as he continued to watch her. After she was done Roza found her way to Yedam. “How did I do?” “fantastic, really… you looked really pretty.” “ayyy, you think I'm pretty…” She batted her eyes at him. “Don't push it..” “okay.” she giggled. “You give this girl one complement and it goes straight to her head.” Yedam joked as he looked at the camera. 

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BONUS - STAFF

Enhypen was doing the rehearsal for the MAMA performance and Roza had a solo dance performance. As she stood on stage ready to dance, the Enhypen members and staff stood on the side ready to watch. The music started and everyone stood amazed as Roza began dancing. “Wahh, she's so good!” “she's so mesmerizing!” 

After finishing, the staff clapped for Roza as she came backstage. “How do you think you did?” Roza looked up as a staff member pointed a camera at her. “I think I did alright… maybe I could make my moves more sharp?” she questioned. “I think you did perfect,” Manger Yuki said as Roza laughed. “Really?” “Of course! Enhypen members always do well.” Many staff nodded in agreement. “Our staff is the best!” Roza giggled.

a/n : hope yall enjoy!!

[lowkeyrobin]

Jock!reader who's like really nice to everyone and has a crush on Ethan and tries to flirt with him while Ethan is tutoring him and FAILS MISERABLY and Ethan just thinks it the most adorable thing ever ahhhh plss🙏

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YES YES YES HELLO ♣️ ANON!!! welcome my third child 🙏🙏🙏🙏 literallt love u sm thank you for this pookie

ETHAN MORGAN ; flirty jock and flustered geek

summary ; jock!reader who has a crush on ethan and fails successfully to flirt with him

warnings ; language, cheesey stuff lol, reader is described as a basketball player but can totally be changed, this also isn't that great tbh

word count ; 1k

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You rest your letterman jacket on the back of the chair you sit on, being greeted by Ethan. He opens his binder to the homework in the Geometry packet, and you do the same, mentally preparing yourself. You notice his white binder is covered in stickers and some reference to vampires, witches, the supernatural, and beyond. Ethan was kind of your friend, you were more than acquaintances but you didn't talk outside of Geometry and English class.

You were one of the very few nice people on the basketball team, or maybe you were just a decent person and didn't judge people all too quickly. Otherwise, you didn't mind needing the tutoring from Ethan, you appreciated it really, if you failed another test you could be at risk for getting kicked off the team and you might lose the opportunity for a scholarship to college.

"Okay, so, what exactly do you need help with?" The brunette asks, looking up at you as he runs a hand through his hair, looking a little nervous.

"I just don't know how to like, figure out what shape they are like, how Mr. D wants us to, and like how to find the second base or the height" You explain, "Like, I know how I just can't remember the like, equations, I guess. And when I do, I get the math wrong"

He nods, "Okay, so, you know how to find the areas and perimeters well enough, though, right?"

You nod.

As he begins to explain how to solve your problems, you notice his orange t-shirt, accentuating the perfectly placed blush on his cheeks, faint but definitely pink. The way he spoke to dumb it down for you a bit but to not infantilize you made you smile a bit, seeing as he cared about your feelings. You notice him rub the nape of his neck, seemingly anxious or nervous around you, or maybe uncomfortable because he didn't know how to teach, like how Mr. D should be teaching you this and not poor Ethan, wasting his study hall for you.

You were already very, very aware of your crush on Ethan Morgan. He was your every thought, he was in your blood, in your ears, in your eyes, and in your tears. (weezer reference)

But, now was not the time to dilly dally about with high school crushes, these next 35 minutes could potentially determine your entire future. You needed this free ride to college, otherwise you'd turn into another old person working a job that pays minimum wage for maximum effort.

As time lugged on, you couldn't help but not focus on your homework and instead focus on Ethan and his gorgeous face. He looks back up at you after asking a question, seeing you were totally zoned out staring at him.

"Y/n?" He waves a hand in front of your eyes, trying to snap you back to reality. (eminem reference, wow I'm on a roll today)

You blink, "Oh, shit, sorry, uh, what'd you say, pretty boy?"

You couldn't even think about the words spilling out of your mouth until after they already fell. Those words hit Ethan like a falling anvil, his face turning bright red as he tries to shrug it off as you were just surprised and trying to be nice to him.

"Uh, this is the equation, uhm, try solving it"

You awkwardly nod, writing down the equation and putting in the numbers with the respective variables. You solve the equation, ending up with 24 for the height. He looks confused, having got a different answer. He scooches over to you, trying to figure out where you went wrong.

"Y'know, you're like a walking calculator. A cute one though" You shrug, he looks at you with a slightly confused and amused face, "I dunno what that even means, sorry"

He nods, "Oh, okay, you I think multiplied by two instead of dividing"

"Oh, whoops" You pick your pencil back up, fixing your mistake.

"There you go!" Ethan smiles, "It's just little mistakes, you'll build on it" He lightly pats your shoulder.

"Did you know Ancient Romans used to brush their teeth with their urine? And it actually worked?" You randomly ask him, fidgeting with your pencil.

Ethan blinks, slightly confused before he lightly laughs. "I hate you, focus on the Geometry, no stalling"

"Do you hate me or are we about to kiss right now?"

"Dude. Did you get that off Pinterest or something?"

"...Yeah"

He hides a laugh and bites his lip, "Okay so you-"

"Damn, are you Terms and Conditions? Cause I'd love to blindly agree to whatever you say"

Ethan quickly covers his mouth, "Shut up!"

You laugh a bit, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't sleep for shit last night and I'm getting frustrated cause I don't understand this"

"You'll learn!" Ethan smiles, shaking you lightly by the shoulders.

Some time later, the bell is about to ring, dismissing you to lunch.

"Thanks Eth" You lightly smile, "Oh, uh-" You reach into your backpack, pulling out some homemade cookies in a plastic Tupperware, handing them to him. "These are for you. I have to go to lunch in a second" You say, pulling your backpack over your shoulders, carrying your binder and pencil in hand.

"Oh- thank you!" He smiles, watching you stand up. The smile falters a bit due to awkwardness, "Uh- I have lunch next period too-"

"Bye Ethan, see you later! Love you, dude!"

Ethan is left confused and slightly shocked, cheeks a little red.

He knew you had a crush on him, he felt the same way, but he loved seeing you miserably fail to flirt with him. You were no romantic, if anything, a hopeless romantic in your thoughts.

He smiles, looking down at the red-lid Tupperware, seeing soft, chocolate chip cookies inside, his favorite.

"Thanks, Y/n," He whispers with a little smile, then gathers up his binder and books, shoving them in his backpack.

He notices a tingling feeling in his face, feeling a familiar warmth on his face as he thought about the nicknames and dumb pickup lines you'd spilled out of your lips that past half hour. God, would he love to kiss those lips of yours. He sighs, realizing he should definitely let you do that some more before he asks about it at all.

Thankfully, he'd been able to have slipped a note into your binder before you left.

"Hey Y/n! If you need any help tomorrow I'll be in the library. Bring your pickup lines with you, and I might help you not get kicked off the team. -Ethan"

[afyrian]

jack-o'-lantern frights osamu miya x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | halloween event: day five

    standing in your kitchen, you stare down at a couple pumpkins resting over a few old newspapers. beside them, osamu has set down a couple knives and scoops. resting your hands on your hips, your eyes narrow, a smile spreading on your lips. "honey? when did you get these pumpkins?" you look back at the staircase, figuring osamu would be up there.

  your work clothes are still on, clay splattered along your jeans. pursing your lips, you walk over to the bottom of the stairs, giving one more shout, "osamu! what's going on?"

  waiting a few moments, you hear his feet thump against the floor, the noise of something falling to the ground. smiling, you lean against the railing, watching as osamu makes his way to the staircase. he halts to a stop, looking down at you. on his shirt is a jack-o'-lantern design. you had never seen him in bright orange, but you're quick to realize everything suits him.

  "i thought you weren't supposed to get home until later? like seven?" he hurries down the stairs, bringing his hands up to your cheeks and pulling you in for a far too quick kiss. 

  "yeah, i wanted to get home so we could have a longer weekend together. and this might just be the perfect way to spend the weekend before halloween together," you bring your hands up to his shoulders, only for his hand to move to your lower back, guiding you back to the kitchen. 

  osamu leans to the side of you, eyes holding your gaze. his hand is warm against you, his body temperature differing from the cooling temperatures of the outdoors. "plus, honey, i figured we could take the inners and make some korokke. i know you like my kabocha korokke but pumpkin is used interchangeably so i figured you may enjoy-"

  "oh i love it 'samu," you lean towards him, kissing his lips with a softness that could rival a cartoon cloud. 

  his hair is freshly cleaned, your hand reaching up and holding against his short hair. there's a softness to the hairs, a fresh sent of shampoo and his signature deodorant. separating from his lips, you smile, a drunken smile that can only be brought out sober by a full and warm love. 

  looking back down at the pumpkins, you notice the different sizes of them. some smaller, one that's especially larger than the others. "i got different sizes because i know you've never carved a pumpkin, so you have as many choices as you could need," osamu wraps his arm around your shoulders. 

  "wow, you are such a catch.. and i'll take one of the bigger ones, get the whole carving experience," you nod, watching as his face lights up. 

  suddenly, his lips drop into a frown as his hand pats his pockets. his eyebrows furrow, the same expression on his face as when he can't figure out the right proportions for a new recipe he's trying. "i left my phone upstairs, which has some carving inspiration on it. let me go get it and then the festivities can begin," osamu kisses your temple, gently removing himself from your touch and hurries for the stairs. 

  looking back in the direction he disappeared in, you can feel your heart racing more. you know you're in love, you can feel it, see it. but there's nothing more refreshing than waiting for him to return, to feel the excitement build. shaking your head, you sit down beside on the pumpkins, trying to remember some of the faces you've seen in movies and other media. 

  waiting for his feet pounding down the stairs, you spin the pumpkin around, checking every side to find the best carving position. when you don’t hear him soon, you roll your eyes, “i’m gonna start carving without you!”

  “why would you do that?” a familiar voice echoes behind you, however, when you turn around, a masked individual with a hammer is standing there. 

  “holy shit!” the words escape from your mouth quicker than you can think, hand reaching up, clenched into a fist, you hit across the mask.

  falling backwards, osamu immediately lifts the mask, holding up his hands in defense. staring at him, you blink slowly, trying to process what had just happened. “it’s me! i’m so sorry! i know you like scary halloween stuff and i got too enthusiastic!” his voice is loud as he defends himself, shaking his hands in the air.

  “osamu miya… you scared the living shit out of me! i do like horror but if you ever do that again you better be hoping i’m not holding a knife! god, you scared me half to death,” you bring your hands up to your face, resting it within the palms of your hands.

  osamu sets down the mask, crawling to you, he rests one hand on your thigh, the other reaching for your hip. “i’m so sorry babe,” he brings one hand up, slowly moving yours from your face, “i will never let atsumu give me advice every again.”

  your anger dissipates as you wonder what sort of advice osamu was asking for. your lips form into a disgusted frown, eyebrows raising. “advice from atsumu? what sort of advice would you ever take from your nefarious twin?” a smile wants to form, finding the situation all too funny, but you stand there keeping a straight face. 

  “just that sometimes someone who likes horror or halloween may enjoy a little fright. and since you like it so much, i thought it would’ve worked… wow i’m gonna block him, i’m so sorry n/n,” osamu shakes his head, raising your hand up to his lips, kissing the palm of your hand in a form of apology.

  biting your lip, you roll your eyes, letting your heart rate return to normal. “you’re forgiven, but only if you make the best dinner you’ve ever made tomorrow. and you let me pick the movie for the next movie night,” your free hand rests at your side, the other holding onto his.

  “that is one deal i am more than happy with.”

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Bully! ~ Yoichi x Male Reader

Idk what the public opinion on Camp Buddy is, but Yoichi is hot, and I wanna write abt him Also for the purpose of this fic Yoichi is like 4-5 inches taller than you - ever if your 6" like me 😭 word count: 1k amab m!reader (genitalia mentioned but no nsfw) / FDNI

You and Yoichi had a very straightforward relationship - bully and bullied

You were a timid kind-a guy - liked by many but no-one would stick their neck out for you

So you were what Yoichi would call "an easy target"

It was non-stop 24/7

Every time Yoichi saw you he would find some way to pick on you or tease you

His antics varied from small comments to threatening to beat the shit out of you

His actions never actually matching his words but he got the message across

You could see it in Yoichi's eyes that he couldn't bring himself to hit you for no reason

Once your eyes were graced with the scruffy purple locks and ragged body of the muscular man, your ears would be equally graced with snide comments

"God! You're so pathetic, (n/n)"

"Fucking hell you're so weak!"

And if you'd try to ignore the taller man, he would get personally offended

"Oh, what? So I'm not worth your time now, am I, (y/n)?"

Being the compassionate person that you are, you tried to understand why Yoichi was the way he was - he had a rough childhood and has practically no family

But fuck did it get harder and harder to understand that bully!

With the camp sports day coming up, tension was clearly building within your cabin

The main person creating the tension being Yoichi

So when the purple haired man shouted at you for the 5th time today for not being able to climb a ten foot fucking rope - you felt something in you snap

The man towered over you, shirtless from his own training - annoyance visible on his face

But for the first time since your little relationship had begun, you matched his expression

"Is climbing a rope that fucking hard, (n/n)?" Yoichi teases you, his tone oozing petty annoyance

"How 'bout you just shut the hell up, Wolf Boy!?"

You gagged him a little bit with that one

Yoichi had never seen you snap back at him, he was left speechless for long enough to allow you to hit him with more

"Just 'cause you're insecure about yourself doesn't mean you have to fucking harass me y'know?!" You shout, pushing your hands against the hunks muscular chest, pushing him backwards

"A-At least I-I ca-an use my muscles-"

"Wow! Can't even form a sentence now can you? Just fuck off you bonehead!" You keep shouting at the speechless man

Yoichi should be getting mad at you right now

He's supposed to be annoyed and be mouthing off back at you with a pissed off scowl on his face

But instead, the rugged man is... blushing???

Barely anyone snaps back at him when he teases them - especially not you!

Why was his heart beating faster by the second?

And why could Yoichi only focus on how your body was moving with anger and sass?

"What? Can't mouth off anymore, can ya?" You tease the wolf boy, crossing your arms across your chest and looking up into Yoichi's eyes with slight disgust

In the span of 2 seconds, it clicked in Yoichi's brain what was happening to him

So just like a wild animal, he acted on his instincts and feelings

"What can I say, (y/n)? I get speechless when I'm around ya~" the muscular man FLIRTS with you

"HUH?! W-What are you on about now?!" You stammer out, a blush rushing to your cheeks as you avert your eyes

Yoichi moves closer to you, so you move backwards out if nervousness

You two move closer and further from one another until your back hits the wall of the rope-climb - Yoichi cornering you

"Heh... I'd never noticed you were so cute, shortie" Yoichi teases, his arm resting on the wall above your head

"F-Fuck off!" You say as you keep blushing, gently pushing your hands against Yoichi's chests

'Fuck he's so buff...' you think to yourself as you push against his massive pecs

"Ha! Alright alright... I'll see ya 'round, shortie~" Yoichi flirts as he turns around, waving goodbye to you without giving you a single glance

'What the fuck just got into him? AND WHY AM I HARD?!' You think to yourself, almost hyperventilating from the mix of emotions and panic you were feeling

Which was justified, your longtime bully just randomly started flirting with you

Calling you 'shortie' and 'cute'! Who just randomly does that?!

And it didn't help that you shared a cabin with the muscular man

So when you saw him later that night, all he did was give you a smirk and a wink

WHAT THE FUCK

You just tried your best to ignore him, heading straight for the bathroom to change into your pj's

The rest of the guys could tell something was off, you'd usually chat to all of them before changing

And Yoichi was never this silent, he was clearly lost in thought - which was rare since Yoichi barely ever used his brain!

Randomly, Yoichi goes towards the bathroom - once again following his instincts to just see you and tease you

He barges in on you changing

You jolt up and freeze at the sound of the door banging open

Silence fills the room as Yoichi gets practically entranced by your ass - a blush sprouting on his face as he bares his teeth in a grin

You turn around slightly to see the taller man eyeing you down - your turn also revealing your soft dick

"Damn, shortie~ Giving me quite the show aren't ya?" Yoichi says with a teasing smile, eyeing up your body

You were speechless, but you could still force your muscles to throw whatever was in your hand at the rugged man

"You pervert!" You shout, the item of clothing in your hand landing directly on Yoichi's face

It just so happened that the item of clothing was your underwear....

The universe must have it out for you today.

The purple haired man grabs the worn boxers and bunches them up - making a comment about them being cute or funny then giving you a horny smirk

'So cute... they smell good too ya know'

'SHUT UP!' You shout, pushing the man put of the bathroom, your frame still fully naked

'Well I won't turn down some free material' Yoichi thinks to himself as he looks at your bunched underwear and chuckles as he remembers your reaction to him seeing you buttnaked