#reader handled this meet cute very well bc if that were me??? oh boy i would have FAINTED

[misfit-megumi]

OPEN ARMS, OPEN EYES ┊ GOJO SATORU

tags: GN reader, no curse au, meet-cute, gojo has a visual impairment (modern take on his six eyes), the divine dogs are service animals (seeing-eye dogs), original child character, reader is babysitting, fluff + flirting, (takes place in my foster dad au)

wc: 3k

Overhead, the bell rings a soft welcome. You quickly shuffle Kota out of the drizzle and into the warm embrace of the cafe. A full staccato can be heard over the soothing music as the wind begins to whip the rainfall against the windows. You sigh, having escaped the worst of it.

Kota squirms, his pink face scrunched into a glare as you bend to undo the buttons tucked beneath his chin and let down his raincoat hood. Free from the nylon confines he shakes out his hair and swipes at the strands stuck to his damp forehead with a whine.

“I know little man,” you murmur placatingly, reaching for the napkins on the nearby condiment bar. You pat his skin dry from his cheeks to his neck, and then under his cuffs around his wrists. His sniffling has allayed, to your relief. “Is that better?”

When he doesn’t answer you look up and find him entranced by something across the threshold. You follow his line of sight and feel the breath stolen from your lungs.

The stranger is imposing and beautiful in a way that is hard to look at; yet it’s the intense air of confidence and ease about him that makes it impossible for you to look away. Standing tall at the counter he’s all slender angles and fluid movements in his fitted white dress-shirt, rocking on his heels as he waits.

The shelves fixed to the wall behind the counters are littered with decorative trinkets doused in warm-gold light that crowns his white hair like a halo. Everyone’s focus has gravitated toward him, so much so that they don’t appear to notice the large black dog at his feet.

Kota, however, paid the man no attention. Instead his chubby fingers curled around your shirtsleeve to tug insistently at your arm, “Puppy!”

There’s a blue padded harness strapped to the dog’s torso, ‘assistance’ printed in bold reflective letters across the chest and along the adjustable handle. Their body language shows that they’re comfortable but alert, ears standing tall and twitching in Kota’s direction. Kota, who has managed to free himself from your grip.

And is tottering towards the service dog.

You rise to stand and amble after him, frantically whispering his name. “Kota—no. You can’t pet the dog,” your arm scoops around his belly to keep him from tripping as you grab the back of his coat and gather him to your front. The boy stomps his foot and whines, forcing his body pliant in protest and becoming deadweight.

Nervous about causing a disturbance you survey the surroundings. Nobody stirs. A woman and her two young children are seated nearby, and she offers you a sympathetic smile. You grimace, steadying Kota on his feet.

“But I wan’a pet the puppy,” Kota warbles, making grabbing motions toward the dog.

“You can’t sweetheart. Look,” you run a soothing hand down his back. Bringing him close you point at the blue harness. “See what they’re wearing? Can you read that word?”

Kota’s brow knits in concentration. “S’big word,” he says. You smile at his seriousness and suppress the urge to squeeze him.

“That word says ‘assistance’,” and he repeats it with imprecise intonation, thrice before he’s satisfied. “That’s right,” you praise him, sneaking a kiss to his temple. A frisson of happiness has him burying into the crook of your neck. “Do you know what it means when an animal is wearing a coat like that?”

Kota shakes his head.

“It means,” you cast a quick glance to the owner and almost swallow your tongue. His face is angled in your direction, as if listening in on your conversation, though his eyes are well hidden behind a dark pair of glasses. “It means that dog is working. They have a very important job to do, so we can’t interrupt them. It would be bad if they got distracted, right?”

Kota thinks long and hard about this. A litany of emotions wash over his expression. It ranges from confusion, to petulance and sadness, then finally, acceptance. “Yeah. Okay,” he nods, staring longingly at the fluffy tail sweeping back and forth across the tiles.

“Good. Now you’ve learned something new today. You can tell your parents all about it once I get you home,” you stand straight and brush down the front of your jeans. “How about we get some cream puffs to celebrate once it’s dry out, hm?”

“Yeah!”

The disruption thankfully hadn’t bothered the dog. You watch as the man drops his hand to his hip and they immediately nuzzle into the touch. “Good girl,” you hear him croon as his fingers crook behind her ear. Then he cocks his head and a pair of lustrous eyes are visible over his opaque, round-rimmed glasses.

Hair prickles on the nape of your neck. His stare settles just beyond your shoulder. The pigment in each iris is oddly dispersed and startlingly light, a clear blue with infinite depth, as if they were plucked right from a celestial body. “Thanks for keeping him on a leash,” he tells you with teasing cadence, mouth curled into a smile. Kota gives an affronted grumble and you laugh, combing your fingers through baby-soft hair.

The man inclines toward Kota, “Her name is Maya, by the way. You can’t pet her but you can say hello”.

Enthralled at this development Kota bends his knees in an bouncy little dance. “Maya-chan. Hi. My name is Kota,” he gurgles, hands covering his cheeks. Maya simply snuffled, a long tongue licking at her snout, and shifted on her front paws.

The attractive stranger nudges his dark glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. He wets his lips. “And what’s your name?”

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to realise he is asking you. Rattled by the prolonged silence you set your sights firmly on Kota and clear your throat to introduce yourself, “It’s nice to meet you”.

“Yeah? I don't get to hear that too often,” he replies, mouth thin as if fighting a broader smile. It’s a lovely shade of balmy pink. “I’m—”

“Gojo-san?”

The barista glances up from reading the name on the ticket, visibly flustered that he interrupted. “I’m sorry. Your drinks are ready,” he makes an aborted motion to hand the tray over and then seizes. “Ah—would you like me to take this to your table, Gojo-san?”

“That’d be great,” nothing about Gojo’s visage, nor his posture, changes. You feel pinned under his broad scrutiny. Anticipation swoops through your stomach as he angles his gaze in Maya’s direction, where Kota remains besotted. “Y’know, my other dog is here too. She’s actually retired now, so you can come and pet her if you want, Kota-kun”.

You balk. This guy.

“Yeah!” Kota effuses, crashing into your legs. He pats at your thighs. “Please. Can I, can I?”

You cast a lingering glance at the poor weather, a sheet of rain obscuring the view to the street, and ponder what Kota’s parents would want. As he’s an only child they’ve expressed their desire to get a pet in the near future. It could be a good lesson for him, and you have nothing to do until the shower calms.

“That's—kind of you. If it’s no trouble…?”

“Wouldn’t offer if it was,” Gojo replies. You are at least reassured by the fact that he doesn’t sound all that put-out. More than anything he looks pleased, like the cat that got the cream. He gestures toward the poor barista, waiting to the side with fingers flexing around the tray handles.

You nudge the little boy, “What do you say?”

Kota takes a deep breath, the air pushing out his cheeks. He bows, hair falling over his eyes, and gives an emphatic: “Thank you!”

Gojo’s runs a hand through his hair. It looks silky. A smooth glide, no tangles caught on his knuckles. Then he rolls his shoulders, expression schooled into something comically serious. “In that case I’m going to need you to do something, Kota-kun,” he says.

The tone has Kota’s spine ramrod straight. “This guy here is going to my table. Think you can walk behind him and lead the way for Maya?”

Kota’s eyes are wide and sparkling. He vibrates at the promise of responsibility. You observe the exchange with an odd fondness. Gojo is a stranger. Yet he has somehow has managed to win over the most stubborn kid you know.

“Maya,” he kisses his teeth. Maya rises to attention, locking onto her owner while he readjusts his grip on the harness handle. She tracks the movement of his free hand through the air as it comes to lightly tap Kota’s shoulder. “Follow,” he states.

Spurred into action as though commanded himself, the barista leaves to find Gojo’s table. Kota looks to you seeking permission. You nod and he wanders closely after the man on his little legs, glancing back every few seconds, brighter each time he notices Maya trotting onward at his heel.

Gojo’s gait is languid and purposefully slow. There's buoyancy to him as he navigates the space, trusting Maya completely to get to their destination. You walk a suitable distance from his side, inwardly dithering and unsure whether or not to push aside the few chairs obstructing the path. Maya doesn’t appear concerned. You’d hate to break her focus.

She takes Gojo deeper into the cafe with confidence. Tucked away in an alcove at the back of the room is a booth. In the booth is another dark haired boy, much older than Kota, around twelve or thirteen if you had to guess, and curled under the table is another large dog.

The boy is not impressed in the slightest. He frowns at the sight of you and Kota, disgruntled. Thoughts visibly pass over his face and whatever conclusion he comes to he glares up at Gojo for it.

As the barista sets down the tray of drinks the cups rattle against their respective saucers. He bows and slips away. Kota is beginning to squirm again. You can tell his patience is waning.

“I’m being glared at, aren’t I?” comes Gojo’s amused murmur. Though the boy’s ire isn’t directed at you it feels awkward to be in the line of fire.

“You are,” you reply, pinching the back of Kota’s hood to prevent him from diving under the table. “Are you sure this is fine? If your son isn’t—”

Gojo waves his hand as he strides forward, carefully resting it on the backrest of the cushions and he uses it to pivot himself into the booth. “Not my son. More like a nephew, or something. Right, Megumi?” the boy—presumably Megumi—flares his turned up nose and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Or something,” he says.

“Maya,” Gojo continues in a clear voice. “Down,” Maya is deliberate in where she rests, remaining within his reach. “Stay,” her paws cross one over the other, and she rests her chin atop her wrists. When she’s settled, he coos another, “Good girl”.

Maya’s tail swishes happily. Megumi grunts. “Don’t be like that, Megumi. The kid only wanted to meet Ren,” Gojo drawls. At the mention of her name Ren crawls out from under the table seeking attention. “Why don’t you show Kota-kun how to pet her?”

“Why me?”

“You’re older. Set an example,” Gojo rests his cheek in his palm, taking his glasses off to hook them on the end of his slender finger. Those startling eyes drag aimlessly over your form as he sighs, “Tsumiki would be so disappointed if she knew”.

At that Megumi’s arms drop in deference. He scoots out of his seat and coaxes Ren to sit. She’s a lovely dog, and big, with a luscious thick white coat and soulful eyes. He sticks his hand out, expression a complex mix of boredom and determination. Like he didn’t want to do it, but if he really had to, he wanted to do it well. “Kota-kun, right? Give me your hand,” he says.

Kota bounces on his toes and obediently drops his hand into the older boy’s. “You have to let animals smell you first. Let them decide if they want to be touched,” Megumi guides it toward Ren, proffered and upturned for her to scent. She nuzzles into Kota’s small palm and licks it for good measure, making him squeal.

Gojo melts into the booth cushion, entirely mellowed out. You stare at his profile, appreciating the soft line of his cheekbone right to the shell of his ear, just peeking out under fluffy white hair; lightly cow licked at the ends from the rain, curling right around the stud in his earlobe.

Feeling the weight of your gaze his eyes slide over and you quickly turn away. In the seconds you spent distracted Megumi has shown Kota where Ren likes to be scratched the most. Kota beams as he strokes down her flank, making her tongue loll out and her hind leg reflexively twitch.

You clear your throat. “She’s very pretty isn't she?” you muse, bending to Kota’s height and smiling gently at Megumi. Ren’s warm puffs of breath fan over your fingers as you let her smell them. “Is she the same breed as Maya-chan?”

“Yeah. They’re cousins,” Megumi answers stiffly. There’s a tinge of pink in Megumi’s cheeks now as he buries his hand in Ren’s fur, vying for reason not to look directly at you. “We’re letting them spend time together before we send Ren away”.

“Eh?” Kota’s bottom lip wobbles. His head whips around to Gojo, “Away?”

“Not like that,” you quietly reassured.

Gojo crossed his ankles under the table and reclined with his royal milk tea, wisps of steam curling over the rim. “Ren is too old to do her job now,” he smiles behind the cup, “She’s going to live with a good friend of mine and his two sons. Don’t worry”.

This comforts Kota a bit. “What, um,” he pats Ren’s face, and your heart aches, because he’s being so uncharacteristically gentle. “Maya-chan really has a job?”

“She really does”.

“But babies can’t work,” Kota beseeches. “Mama told me so”.

Megumi huffs, though you think it’s more of a laugh. “Maya isn’t a baby and she isn’t a puppy anymore either,” he says. The proud gleam in his gaze doesn’t escape you as he points at the younger dog. “She’s the best of her litter. I helped pick her”.

“Megumi has a good eye for that kinda thing,” Gojo sets down his cup and gestures to his uncovered eyes, framed by pale and unfairly long eyelashes. You are secretly grateful for the excuse to look at them again. “My eyes? Not so much. That’s what I have Maya for—and Ren before her. She helps me get around”.

Kota’s jaw slacks and he makes a long, drawn out sound of understanding. Ren bounces from paw to paw and you marvel at just how good she is with him. Calm, and attentive. Reacting whenever he reacts. Remnants of her training that she’d likely never lose.

“Go—go…”

“Gojo-san,” you prompt gently as Kota’s brow knits in that very familiar ‘I-don’t-want-to-cry’ manner.

“Gojo-san,” he tries again. “M’sorry your eyes don’t work good”.

Mortification washes over you. “Kota, sweetheart. You can’t just say that—”

Gojo barks a laugh loud enough to draw the attention of onlookers. While he remains unaffected, growing evermore amused, you shy away from their curious stares with a grimace. “Don’t worry. He meant no harm,” he says. “And look, it’s not that I can’t see anything. Want to know something cool?”

Megumi sighs indolently and you suspect he’s heard this spiel before. Kota unfurls from his brief flinch and nods. Gojo tips his chin and bends forward. Kota stares right into his lucent eyes, mesmerised.

“I can see shapes. To me you’re just a weird smudge,” Kota giggles from behind his hands as Gojo pretends to wet his thumb and makes a rubbing motion, like he were wiping Kota from his vision. “But I have too much pressure inside of my eyes. So I don’t just see shapes,” Gojo leans closer and lowers his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, “I see colours around things, like when you squeeze your eyes shut real tight”.

“Woah,” Kota breathes. His fingers clench and unclench where they’re clutched around his coat. “What colour am I?”

The older man decides to entertain the question and pauses to consider Kota with a ruminative hum. You find yourself waiting with bated breath, a shamefully scant portion of your brain focused on the vibration from your jacket pocket. Numbness is spreading up your feet to your calves, knelt on them for too long, but you don’t want to disturb the atmosphere.

“Red,” Gojo answers decisively.

Kota covers his mouth. He swivels on his heels to find you. “That’s my favourite colour!”

“It is,” you echo as you rub his shoulder, your tone gentle and indulgent. Your phone buzzes again and you slip it out from your pocket to check the screen. “Ah,” a brief glance toward the cafe window informs you that the rain has mostly stopped. Gold slats of sunlight are flooding the wet pavement. “It’s your parents, little man. They’ll be expecting us home soon so say your goodbyes”.

“No”.

“Kota”.

A stubborn beat passes. Sulking, Kota is deliberate and slow while he gives Ren a final stroke. “Bye bye, Ren, Maya-chan. Bye bye Megumi-nii. Bye bye Gojo-san”.

“Sure,” Megumi chokes somewhat at the honorific. “See you, Kota-kun”.

Gojo listens to the interaction with a smile. Close lipped and genuine. Though small the weight of it causes his eyes to crinkle slightly at the corners. “It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever,” he suggests.

You hesitate, “Meaning…?”

“If we exchanged numbers then Kota-kun could keep in touch with Maya and Ren. I’ll send cute pictures”.

Megumi scoffs and it makes the blood prickle under your skin. Your face feels hot. “Right. For Kota,” you reply dryly, mouth trembling as you valiantly try to keep the smile out of your voice. He must sense it anyway, because his own widens and he holds his phone out to you.

Kota claps excitedly while you input your name and number. “And how do I know you’re not a bad guy?” you ask, saving the details before closing out the app and handing the phone back.

“I pinky promise?”

Shaking your head amusedly you fix Kota’s coat collar, refastening the buttons before petting Ren farewell. “I suppose I’ll take your word for it,” you tell him. “Thanks again, for letting Kota meet the dogs”.

“My pleasure,” Gojo returns.

“I’ll—we’ll be seeing you, then,” you wave at Megumi, directing Kota toward the front of the cafe. Gojo drapes his lithe body over the table surface and rests his chin to his hand, as if watching you go.

“I’ll text you,” he chimes after you. People lift their heads as you scurry through to the entrance.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[taeraeszn]

Hi! Your writing is so cute omg, can I get a work where Ricky has a partner (I’m a girl) with VERY protective friends and family? I’m really close with my friend group, there’s like 7 of us, and they are super critical of people I’m with/who I like. They will not hesitate to make it known to the person I’m with if they don’t like them. Same with my parents and siblings (4 of them). Can I see how Ricky would react/handle being with someone who’s family and friends are like that? Tysm!! <3

protective - shen ricky

characters: ricky x gn!reader

description: ricky is ready to move onto the next step of your relationship by meeting your family but little does he know how protective they can be, or are they?

genre: fluff

word count: 982

warnings: none from what i saw when i proofread but please lmk if there is any!

a/n: hi luv! ty for requesting. i hope it's okay that i changed the reader to gender neutral :) i just feel more comfortable writing like this so that everyone is able to read my stories!

also i think ricky has become my most requested member since half of the individual writing requests i get are for ricky LMAO, i'm not complaining though bc i love me some fluff ricky <3

today was the day that ricky knew would be coming soon, meeting your parents. he was well aware of how protective your parents were when you first spoke about them, it almost scared him away but you reassured him that everything would be fine and that they'd love him.

but ricky on the other hand was getting a bit nervous about it, the cat man was fidgeting with his hands the entire ride there. you couldn't help but smile at how cute your boyfriend was.

you softly touched his hand, "ricky don't worry, everything will be fine."

"are you sure?" he continuously kept staring out at the window while returning his gaze back to you.

"yes! i mean their a bit open with what they think but you'll be fine. i've told them about how great you are."

but even you were worried about what your parents would say to him. nonetheless, you wanted to make this experience a memorable one and not one that causes to ricky run away and never see you again.

you finally made it to your house and ricky was holding the gift bag he created for your parents, it included some accessories and small snacks that he packed.

with one ring to the doorbell it opened to reveal your parents standing there as if they waiting for you two.

"mom! dad!" you greeted, hugging them immediately. they smiled and leaned into your hug, "how have you been?"

"i've been great!" it went silent for a moment before you remembered about ricky.

"mom, dad, this is ricky. my boyfriend." they seemed intrguied in the blonde boy's hair and tattoo that could be seen.

he shaked hands with your parents, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

suddenly your parents demeanour changed and they became more robotic, "oh hello ricky. how have you been?"

"i've been fine, thank you for asking." they then guided you two to the living room and sat near you.

you were waiting for when your parents would blurt out a thought of theirs that could be either upfront or kind. but surprisingly, they didn't say anything.

you saw your dad then smile and pat ricky's shoulder, "so ricky, what do you do for a living?"

ricky then suddenly fixed his posture, "uh i sing. i'm in a boy group called zerobaseone." it was then that your dad's eyes widened.

"zerobaseone?!" he exclaimed. you almost jumped as you barely heard your dad talk that loud.

"yes sir." your dad began laughing and gave a thumbs up to ricky, "i love your song in bloom! it's so good, it's been on repeat since it got released."

ricky shyly giggled and thanked him, "thank you sir, i had a great time promoting it!"

"so tell me, how did you meet my kid?" you sent your dad a glare, "i'm not a kid anymore dad."

"yeah yeah who cares this is about ricky." he shrugged off what you said and maintained his attention on ricky.

you sighed but were glad that he accepted ricky as the two began having a conversation. your dad mentioned that he saw zerobaseone on tv often and didn't recognize him to be ricky until you mentioned it.

your mom then walked in and giggled seeing the two of them talk.

"i see that your already getting along." she placed a tray of drinks on the coffee table, "have as much as you would like ricky."

"thank you mrs. (last name)." he replied, "oh please don't call me that. since your with my child then you should treat us just like family."

as the hour went by, the atmosphere grew brighter. your parents adored ricky and forgot you sort of existed as they began talking to your boyfriend about nearly everything under the sun. but you knew everything would be okay today, this was exactly how you wanted it to go.

but just then, ricky's phone rang. he excused himself and went to take it.

it was then that you feared for something they'd say but your mom began, "i really like him."

you grinned, "really?!"

"of course he's incredibly sweet and kind, not to mention he's also good looking. you found someone great." well the weight is finally lifted off your shoulders.

"i was worried you would say something else." you admitted, your dad shook his head, "why would we? i mean...sometimes we're a bit more upfront with our words but what bad things can we say about ricky?"

ricky then returned from his call, "i'm sorry but i have to return to the dorms."

"oh that's fine. i'll see you tomorrow then?" he nodded, "if i have time tomorrow then for sure."

your parents then both gave him a warm hug, "ricky thank you for coming over. we hope to see you again."

he grinned, "thank you. i definitely will when i have the chance."

your parents waved goodbye and ricky walked out, just then you ran after him without hesitation and when you were both outside alone, you pulled him into a sweet hug.

"see ricky! i told you everything would be okay!" you said, he looked around then pressed his lips onto your forehead.

"thank you (name), today was amazing."

he then got another call and chuckled, "great now gyuvin is also calling me. i guess i really do have to go back then."

you held his hand, "get home safely."

"i will. i love you." he waved, "i love you too ricky."

you watched from behind as he went back to the dorms, though this day could've been ordinary for someone else, it was special for you. your parents, despite coming off as intimidating, accepted ricky and treated him like family.

and it's safe to say that when you went back into your house, your parents were already bombarding you with questions about when his next visit will be.

[lostaurorax]

from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

[denkamis]

Can you please write a fluff one shot about a sk8 the infinity like his girlfriend/boyfriend/s/o falls asleep on him

to anon: omg first request omgomg thank you so much for sending one in! i wasn’t sure which sk8 character you were referring to, so i decided to write one for both reki and langa! hope you don’t mind hehe <3 this is the one for reki, the one for langa will take a little bit longer bc of valentine’s & other requests but i hope you like this one regardless!

warnings: none, just some fluffy times with the best boy. reader is gn!

word count: 1.3k

sleepyhead. (reki x reader)

Late nights were certainly not a rare occurrence with your boyfriend, Reki. He was filled to the brim with energy and passion that practically flowed out of him like a geyser. Not that you were opposed to that at all, you found that it was one of the qualities that made you fall for him in the first place. Though, you worried that he wasn’t taking into consideration his own personal health during these late night excursions. Take for instance tonight, as it was slowly approaching two thirty am, it seemed that the redhead had no clear intention of stopping his work.

The two of you were cooped up in his workshop behind his house, Reki singing along to some “cool jams” as he called them. In reality, it was his Spotify playlist of the “best 2000’s alternative” music like Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. You were barely hanging onto your string of consciousness, the mere idea of sleep sounding like absolute heaven at this very moment. You were propped up on a stool in the corner, the stack of skating magazines Reki had given you to flick through in case you got bored now sat in a neat pile off to the side. You had read each one of them front to back twice already tonight.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with Reki. You enjoyed listening to his midnight ramblings of whatever came to mind. His ideas for new boards, designs for stickers, and other creative ways to beat his future S opponents were usually his topics of interest. No one really noticed how much of an imaginative person your boyfriend was. He could be impulsive and over excited at times, but his fantastic mind and his willingness to create made your heart soar. Not only that, but he was fairly handy when it came to fixing up and assembling his own boards like he was some mad scientist waiting for one of his many experiments to go right. You indulged him as much as you could, you really did enjoy his company. Even if you would much rather be curled up beside him snuggling in bed rather than hear Reki precariously make his way through the lyrics of Check Yes Juliet for what seemed like the seventh time.

“Reki,” you spoke up finally as the analog clock on the wall indicated the current time of two forty-three am. Reki looked up from Langa’s custom longboard, hair bouncing about despite already being contained by the headband he wore everyday. “Yeah?” he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder only to see your weary eyelids and tired expression. His entire demeanour melted, lips jutted out in a tiny pout upon seeing his poor baby so tired.

He backed away from his worktable, dancing and tiptoeing across the floor to avoid stepping on any spare parts or tools he had left lying about his mishmash of a workshop.

“Is baby tired?” he cooed, sawdusted fingers beginning to tug and pinch at the corners of your cheeks. You groaned in annoyance, your sleep deprived state causing you to be a tad more irritable at this hour. “Reki,” you repeated in a more serious tone, ember coloured irises meeting your e/c ones. His calloused hands moved to cup your face, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt like home. The scent of pine and the remnants of orange crush soda invaded your senses. He smiled at you with that goofy face of his, the one that Langa constantly teased for being weird. Maybe it was your sleepy nature, but he looked even more gorgeous in the harsh LED lighting of his garage. Tiny strands of his auburn hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing as he watched your eyes begin to droop.

“Please. Let’s go to bed,” you asked of him as kindly yet firmly as you could. Reki clicked his tongue a bit, thinking for a moment before delivering a cute peck to your nose. “A few more minutes! Then we can head inside, grab a cookie or two and crawl into bed together! It’ll be just a jiffy okay? Here, you can even set an alarm,” Reki was already reaching for his phone in his hoodie pocket so that you could do just as he suggested. He stopped in his tracks as he felt your hands clasp around his hoodie, pulling him close so that you could hug his torso. He laughed at how clingy you could be while being so sleepy, his hand patting atop your head as a form of affection.

“Wow, you really are.. sleeping,” Reki’s voice trailed off as he looked down to be greeted by you completely passed out against him. Your arms held your boyfriend close, your face buried within the fabric of his yellow skater boy hoodie. Soft snores escaped you, your breathing slowed and calm as you finally let your consciousness slip out of your ever fleeting grasp. Reki’s face began to bloom with colour the longer he stared at you, panic setting in as he realized what was truly happening.

You had fallen asleep against him. Oh shit. Oh god. You were asleep against him. That meant you were so comfortable that you just so happened to pass out in his arms. Reki bit back a giddy smile, warmth cascading through him in a form of nothing but love radiating solely for you at nearly three in the morning. His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage. No matter how long he had been with you, he kept discovering new things about you that made him absolutely lose his mind. You falling asleep against him definitely being one of those many things. You looked so peaceful, so unbothered and safe within his embrace. This warmth you had given him overtook his will to keep working, his hands moving your hair out of the way of your face to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry for making you stay up, sweet baby,” he apologized in a quiet tone. His hands moved your arms to around his neck, using his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs securely around his waist. “I can’t say I’m not grateful for you being here for me, though. You could have left too, yet you stayed here for me,” Reki spoke to your sleeping form. The fact that you had stayed up with him this late made him even more grateful to have you. Reki grunted a bit as he adjusted to the newfound weight of you around him, your hair getting in his mouth and his eyes squinting to find the light switch so that he could flick it off before leaving. Reki was always careful with you, handling you as if you were a sort of glass figurine he barely even had the permission to touch.

“You look so damn cute like this, y’know,” he continued to speak as he maneuvered his way about his house, trying his best to subdue his footsteps and make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up his mom or little sisters. “Man, I’m so lucky. Seriously really lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

In your sleep, you subconsciously nuzzled your head against his chest. He melted a bit, holding back a tiny noise of happiness as he began to beam like an idiot holding his partner. You were the most amazing person, the person who made him happy every single day without fail, the person who picked him up no matter how much he bailed or got hurt. He loved you more than anything, and he wanted to treat you as well as you treated him. Even if it meant carrying you to bed after a late night of him talking your ear off about skateboarding for three consecutive hours.

all works © denkamis 2021.

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[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

[what-the-fic-khr]

this hit me if only bc I thought “wouldn’t it be funny if Lambo just fucking sniffed someone lol” and then realised I’d have to come up with smth to surround it, here we are. anyways Bianchi’s about like, 22 here, and reader is the same age so. if Tsuna and co. were mostly 14 and I believe Bianchi was 17, that makes them 19, Ryohei 20. Lambo is 10 lol

character/s: bianchi, sawada tsunayoshi, gokudera hayato, lambo, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 803

warnings: alludes to having slept with Bianchi, all gender-neutral and not at all explicit tho. maybe dialogue heavy it’s what I’m best at lol

prompt: you and Bianchi are incredibly close “friends”

Bianchi was someone you knew well. The first meeting had been rocky, but you thought she was rather cool, and very pretty. She was fun to be around; a lot more so than others in this line of work.

It was only natural that at some point upon hearing about her chasing after Reborn, in another exciting attempt to murder some poor kid that didn’t know any better, you’d end up following eventually. You did, after some time.

Being as close as you were, you frequented the Sawada household quite often, too. Which didn’t bother you, or anyone else, really. Nana was a wonderfully kind woman to you, very welcoming. You’d then naturally met the younger occupants. Well…

You wouldn’t really say you were fond of kids, including teenagers. But you’d learnt they were actually quite funny, and all a little stupid, which made things a lot more fun. You’d learnt early that out of the four boys, two girls, three children and Reborn, only four had any true book smarts. Two of them were children. You’d say three, but Reborn would kill you.

You liked the girls; a little ditzy and airheaded, but cute and attentive of others. The boys… they were good. You still had a lot to learn about them.

This was prompted by one of the youngest—

A deep inhale at your side had jerked you out of your thoughts, and you whipped around to stare down at the child incredulously.

“Did you just fucking sniff me?”

He was a child. He was a child, he was a child, he was a-

“Huh? Yeah, obviously.”

He was a goddamn child. Calm down.

You shot Tsuna a cautious look, and he had the decency to look half mortified. “Does he… usually sniff people?”

“Uh, no- Um, I’m not sure what he’s doing.”

Hayato’s snort caused you to twitch. You got along with the kids just fine, they were exciting to be around. Bianchi had told you you would get along with them, though her younger brother had not taken a shine to you. Expected.

You returned your attention to Lambo, shifting. “Why did you sniff me-?”

“You smell different!”

Breathe in. Out.

“Do I…? What exactly do I usually smell like…?”

“Like you!”

Not helpful, but direct and to the point. That was typically how he handled things.

“What do I smell like now…?” Oh, you were nervous.

“Huh… Bianchi!”

You froze, staring down at him in silence before visibly twitching this time when Reborn let out an amused noise.

Now… you’d met the kids a few years ago. They were a lot younger, and a lot dumber, and, well, a lot more innocent. They’d gotten older since then. You wish they hadn’t.

“How do you know what she smells like?”

“You stayed over, right?”

God, this kid was persistent.

“I did.”

The two of you stared at each other, as collected as possible on your side.

“In her room? Why?”

“Because we’re friends…?” You offered carefully. “Right?”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

You watched him leave the room, and it was silent for a good, tense second.

“Gross!”

“Shut up! Don’t talk to me!”

“I wasn’t going to!”

You stormed off at the sound of Hayato fake gagging, a ‘bleugh’ echoing as you stomped down to Bianchi’s room.

She wasn’t surprised when you threw her room open.

“Yes-?”

“Lambo fucking sniffed me and said I smelt like you and now your shitty little brother knows I stayed the night!”

Bianchi stopped for a moment before snorting, shoulders shaking as you threw her door shut and trudged up to her. “Did he?”

“Yes! Don’t laugh!”

She pet her lap, and you obeyed immediately, getting comfortable on her legs. She swung her desk chair side to side in an attempt to comfort you.

“Well, this could be an opening to get to know him.”

“Hah?” You stared at her for a moment. “Are you dumb? He didn’t even talk to me before this, why would he now? He’s a little punk, you know. He’s mean.”

She pet your hair down, nodding in understanding. “Push through adversity-“

“What part of this is adversity? Tell him to be nicer to me.”

“I actually think it’s rather funny. Do it yourself.”

You gaped, hitting her shoulder. Soft enough it wouldn’t hurt, hard enough to make her move with the motion.

“That’s terrible! Isn’t this your job as his sister?!”

Bianchi blinked up at you slowly before guiding your head down to her chest. “Don’t worry about it too much. He still has to grow a bit more.”

You huffed, draping your arms over the back of her chair, turning your head to get as comfy as the position would allow. “These brats are all weird as hell.”

“I thought you liked them?”

“They’re still little weirdos.”

[ghoulciifer]

hihi, i’m glad i found you! your writing is hella cute! 🥺💞 hcs for class 1a having an english exchange student and how bakugou reacts to his usually well-mannered and laid back crush having a bad day and completely flying off the handle? like she just starts swearing like a sailor using some very british insults? she might even offer to teach bakugou english swears after she calms down a little 🥴 i’ve just been feeling that bakugou energy recently and i’m this close to committing arson 🤏😌✨

hc: Bakugou reacts to his crush, who was class 1-A’s english exchange student back in the day, blowing a fuse.

tw: swearing

tags: british!reader, fluff, reader is fed UP

notes: hi anon, thank you so much!! it makes me happy to hear that you enjoy my content 😭 this request was super cute but unfortunately i don’t write bnha characters in school settings, even if it’s sfw, just to avoid unnecessary backlash. so i hope you don’t mind me switching the setting a bit. also pls keep in mind that i am VERY american and had to do some research for this so i’m terribly sorry if i got anything wrong lol but i hope you enjoy, regardless! ty for the request, and my inbox is still open ❥

» being class 1-A’s foreign exchange student had a lot of perks when you first joined UA, tbh

» literally EVERYONE wanted to be your friend and know what it was like where you were from, plus everyone thought the way you spoke japanese was adorable bc your accent would slip every now and then

» it might’ve been a little overwhelming at first but you can’t help but be glad things happened the way they did, because these guys stuck with you well past graduation and were part of the reason why you decided to stay in japan

» they were the best group of friends you could ask for and they can definitely say the same thing about your sweet self

» ESPECIALLY one particular hot-head, mr. king explosion murder himself

» he’s been clinging to your side ever since your 2nd year at UA (because he was too busy sweating bullets over how cute you were during the 1st to approach you)

» but now neither of you can imagine life without the other, you’re a key member to the bakusquad bc your soft personality really helps tone down their chaotic nature

» also bc bakugou is madly in love with you but you don’t know that yet literally everyone in the bakusquad knows but you LOL

» you’re just so sweet!! you’re the nicest, most kind person he’s ever met (whole squad thinks that way too)

» so it’s no surprise that everyone is FLOORED when you start spitting insults and throwing a fit in a language they can’t fully understand

» today was just not your day. you dealt with a particularly annoying villain that morning, forgot your lunch at home and didn’t have time to go get something to eat, and by the time you actually had a second to breathe you were greeted with a mountain of paperwork on your desk

» needless to say, you were stressed and not having a good time

» paperwork ended up taking the entire rest of your evening and by the time you finished you almost forgot you had to meet with the bakusquad for dinner at mina’s

» you almost considered cancelling, the idea of slamming your face into your pillow and passing out for the next 5 years sounded much more inticing

» but you sucked it up and went out anyway - maybe your friends could help pull you out of your funk

» mina greeted you excitedly when you got to her apartment before ushering you inside where kaminari, sero, kirishima and bakugou were already waiting

» you might’ve been trying to look happy but they could definitely tell something was wrong - they all knew you too well

» everyone gave their own special “hello” as you walked in but, bakugou being the emotionally stunted asshole he is, did the only thing he knows how to do when you come around

» insult you to show his affection

» “It’s about fuckin’ time, Y/N, we’ve all been starving waiting on you.”

» oh boy

» your face IMMEDIATELY dropped and your body was practically vibrating with how tense you were, brows furrowing as your eyes zoned in on the blonde lazily stretched out across mina’s couch

» he knew he fucked up when you took a slow inhale before biting right back at him

» “You must be so incredibly daft to think that my time caters to a bloody prick like you, Katsuki!”

» but you didn’t stop there: the blood boiling in your veins made all the thoughts you’ve been suppressing spill out of your mouth, while everyone just stares at you wide eyed and jaws dropped

» your accent was thick and they could hardly understand what you were saying as you slipped back and forth between your own british slang and japanese

» eventually you calmed down and caught your breath before you registered everyone’s shocked expressions, bakugou’s being the most expressive bc he was on the receiving end of your little show

» your eyes went wide and you frantically apologized to him (and everyone else), explaining the day you’ve had and how you just couldn’t hold it in anymore

» kaminari was the first to break the silence that followed

» “Wow, of all the years I’ve know you, Y/N, I’ve never heard you talk like that... GOOD JOB!!!”

» him and sero begin laughing and patting you on the back, sending mina into a fit of laughter while kirishima tries poking a red-faced bakugou to see if he’s still alive

» eventually he nods but he cannot take his eyes off of you, for the first time since knowing you he’s seen your angry side... and he fuckin’ loves it

» he accepts your apology after you break away from the two idiots congratulating you and says it’s no big deal (wants to tell you he thought it was kinda hot but definitely kept that to himself)

» now that you’ve gotten everything off your chest, you’re free to enjoy the rest of the night with your friends - eating, drinking, making jokes about how you’re kinda scary when you’re angry

» bakugou pulls you aside at one point while everyone else is busy debating on who would win in an arm wrestling competition to ask you if you’re okay privately

» you’re embarrassed but you assure him you’re fine, today was just an off day, and you shouldn’t have taken it out on him

» he laughs and gives that dumb little smirk that makes your heart go doki doki before nudging you with his elbow

» “Relax, dumbass, it was entertaining... You should teach me some of those words you used, sometime.”

» and so you shall 😌

[longassr1de]

Best Boy (M)

Pairing: Haechan x fem!reader

Genre: Smut (nc-17!)

Word count: 2,666

Warnings: femdom, spanking, not quite choking but close to it (just once really), oral, a sappy moment, lots of teasing, unprotected sex, cowgirl..kinda, i'm probably forgetting stuff i'm sorry 😔 (i just really wanted to write something and then this drabble practice turned into a monster) oh and also i didn't proofread this yet & yolo wrote it at around 3am so im sorry for this monstrosityㅡ and also y/n is on birth control bc at least take precautions if you're not wrapping it before tapping it kiddos! 🤧

A/N: not to spoil the surprise but technically though it's not stated who it's about until around.. the middle i'd say? but.. it kind of is about a 00 liner so.. if you're uncomfortable with that then please just keep scrolling. thank you. i'm not sure how or why this post happened either but.. here we are yknow? that lil shiet has just been bugging me for awhile now and then a week later this happens im...🥺

A/N ...again: I ended up changing it from mystery member to just being straightforward about it so just.. bear with me until I redo the intro to include more detail. Sorry about that 😰

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"I thought you said you could take it, baby boy?" You look down at your boyfriend who was currently across your lap with a teasing grin, clearly enjoying his predicament.

"I- I-" he tries to interject, helplessly wracking his brain for any sort of rebuttal.

"Did I say you could speak?" The sharp raise of your now arched brow conveys more than your short sentence could have ever delivered. Consequently, you deliver another sharp smack to his bottom, continuing his punishment, which had been brought about by yet another one of his disobedient days. Such a brat, really.

"N-No..." you gently enclose your free hand around his neck, ushering his disobedient behavior back on track once again. "No ma'am!" he whines, cute pout on display as he whines desperately. "I'll be a good boy for you, I swear! Please!"

"Please what, baby boy? Use your words for me," you cooed towards him, almost mockingly.

"Please..." he licks at his bottom lip, jutting his glossing pout on proud display, "please fuck me... use me... anything..." He rasps as you pull him up by the hair to look at you in the eyes, a shaky breath escaping from the depths of his soul as you devour his ethereal presence. How did you ever find someone so beautiful in this realm of reality?

Sending one last spank to his supple bottom, you relish in the way his body both moves towards and away from your palm. "Very well then, my beautiful little brat. On your knees." You've been edging the poor boy for at least an hour now, so really, it's no wonder that he's in position for you before you can even begin counting. "If you behave like a good boy tonight, I might even reward you," your smile angelic, though your eyes are anything but. Deviously, you trace his raging hard-on with the tip of your toes, enjoying the way he shuts his eyes and drops his mouth open at the slimmest glimmer of pleasure he's been allowed. "But if you misbehave again, you're not coming for the next week. Understood?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" he responds, almost in tears at the thought alone, much less after the arduous teasing he's endured tonight. Before anything, you lean down to kiss his supple lips, licking at his mouth with everything you've got, tangling your fingers in the curly tufts of his beautiful silver hair. Pulling away far too soon for either of your liking, you run your thumbs across his jawline and break from your role to ensure safety above all pleasure.

"Safeword?"

"Cloud." A smirk sent his way as he snaps from his daze. "..ma'am! It's still cloud...ma'am," he stutters out, in fear of further punishment.

"Good boy," you reward his quick fix with a kiss to his forehead before reaching behind you for a ribbon, toying with it as you fixate on whether to tie his hands in front of or behind his body tonight. "Heads or tails, baby boy?"

"Uh.." he tilts his head, not unlike a confused puppy. "Heads, ma'am?" an unsure answer rings out in the silence of your eventful night. You nod silently, working to gently but securely tie his hands in front of his body, just enough so that he can't give himself any pleasure.

Your boyfriend eyes you with a sparkle in his eyes, in awe at how effortlessly you complete the task. Truthfully however, the gleam in his doe eyes was moreso because of just how much he loves you, and how grateful he is for how attentive you are to his needs. You were the one who'd asked to let you dom him initially, but from then on it was him who would insist on it becoming more of a regular thing. He simply couldn't get enough of the confidence you exuded in times like these.

You were his drug, and he needed his fix, so what better way that to get his high through this?

Sensing that his mind had drifted elsewhere as he'd stopped squirming and whining, you look back up into his eyes, not expecting your boyfriend to be staring at you so.. lovingly.

"Penny for your thoughts, baby boy?"

"I love you," he just blurts out, chuckling at himself for a moment before you join him.

"Not sure where this is coming from, but I love you too, darling." Another kiss pressed unto his lips, kissing his smile until it parted to kiss you back. The warmth in your chest despite the filth in your recent actions proof enough that you made the right choice. You don't regret one moment from the moment you fell for your best friend, up until this very night. However, the ache between your thighs had yet to be sated, and as much as you wanted to cave, you figured it could wait until the aftercare (noting to give him twice as many cuddles tonight).

Pulling back with a thin line of spit till connecting you both, your grin turns mischievous once again. "But don't think I've forgotten for a second that you're being punished for your behavior tonight. You thought feeling me up at the restaurant was appropriate? In front of all your friends?"

"N-No ma'am! Not at all.. I'm sorry!" his eyes widen at the realization that his punishment was far from over. "I won't do it again!"

"Not sorry enough, I'll say. And if you ever try that again, I'm tying you to the headboard the entire weekend, understood?" Your boyfriend was so desperate he fell for your bluff, instantly straightening his posture to be the epitome of a "good boy".

"I'll do anything, anything at all.. please ma'am, anything but that!" he begs, hoping to get back on your good side, unknowing that your anger had long since subsided.

"Kiss me and make it all better then, baby boy. Apologize like you mean it," your sultry whisper utter sin upon his ears, sitting entirely undressed just inches away from his body that was screaming with desire. You slowly spread your thighs that had been rubbing up against each other, your slick wetness glistening as his throat feels parched at the sight before him. He blinks himself out of yet another daze, unbelieving that the wondrous angel in front of him is also the devil seducing him to ruin. As he gets closer to your heat, his pants become evident on your skin, making goosebumps arise in their wake.

"Don't tease me, baby, it'll only drag our your punishment," you tease, already locking your digits in his hair once again, anticipating the first touch of his tongue. He looks up at you as he makes contact with your nub, watching as your throw you head back, feeling as you grip his hair a little tighter, pull him a little closer. Humming contentedly, he dives right in to work, licking up your folds and sucking harshly at your clit, internally cursing at his useless arms at such a critical time like this. Instead, he decidedly works at your body with his mouth, working such wonders you were sure the other seven in the world suddenly paled in comparison.

"Ah, yes, just like that! Fuck," you cursed under your breath, raggedly breathing out as you bite at your lip, trying and failing to hold your moans in. Instead, you tighten your thighs around his head, fighting to keep your eyes open, only daring to look after he pulls back to catch his own breath, meeting his dangerous gaze with your shocked one.

Somewhere in the mix, you'd forgotten all about maintaining your strict dominance, instead unknowingly giving him some room to wiggle at the reigns, ever the challenging brat that he was and loved to be. He lived for making you make him submit, for every punishment and for every battle. It was so much fun, watching you get all hot in the face, in more ways than one.

"With all due respect ma'am," he shoots you his signature shit-eating grin from down below, clearly worked up by your reactions, even without the use of his hands, "your moans are absolutely gorgeous." He then sucks at your thighs, leaving many a dark bloom in their wake; he's clearly trying to prove a point now, cheeky almost to the point of cocky in the way he licks at your wetness off his lips. "I may even dare to say you're in for the fuck of your life tonight."

And you're just about to give him hell for his sudden brattiness until he goes right back to work, eating you out like a man starved, leaving you unable to come up with anything more coherent than a mutter of "Oh fuck you, Lee Donghyuck!" To which he simply laughs into your folds, sliding his tongue into your wet heat as you miserably yank at his hair, hoping he would somehow go back to behaving (used lightly, as he never truly behaves, save for when his neediness or the stresses of life sent him into subspace).

An intense orgasm builds up in your core and before you can even warn him, your release hits like a ton of bricks, bringing Donghyuck both closer and farther from your body, relishing in your orgasm yet unsure whether the excess of stimulation was something you could currently handle. You had fallen back onto the bed, unmoving for some time it would seem, as you soon hear the shuffling of feet before feeling a shift on the mattress. As best as he can, your boyfriend rests between your legs, attempting to assess your wellbeing.

"I'm fine, Hyuckie, just... that took a hell of a lot out of me," you chuckle, closing your eyes again to avoid the knowing look on his face. He goes to reach for your face, only to realize he can't, as his hands are still bound. Drawing your attention with a soft whine, you follow his gaze, helping to untie him, pressing loving kissed tenderly at his wrists. "Thank you, baby, you did so well for me."

"Can you take one more?" he prods gently, dying to be inside of you, yet not wanting to push your body past its limits.

"Of course, anything for you baby boy. Youu dessrve the bsst orgsmm after that," your words slur a little, still not over the impact on your body. Donghyuck tries to protest as you lay him down and climb over him, hissing as you sit on his length with little to no prep, taking him entirely by surpise. Not that he minded, he was just terrified he wouldn't last long after a night's worth of teasing, on top of getting front row seats to your hell of a release. Little to his knowledge however, that was exactly what you were counting on, ever since your orgasm took so much out of you that you'd begun to feel rather sleepy.

"I give you full permission baby boy. Fuck me." Your statement once again catches him off guard, as he had been a little preoccupied with how tight your velvet walls felt around his weeping cock.

"W-wait wha- aaahh.." And then it clicks. You weren't planning on riding him at all, you simply wanted the illusion of power from being on top, leaving him to do all the work. Donghyuck was no fool, however, and took the opportunity as quickly as he it came. You'd just barely settled against his chest, relishing in the warm feeling of his hands running down your back before feeling him grab at your ass; shutting his eyes as his head was thrown back in pleasure, fucking up into you almost animalistically from sheer need. He felt your blunt nails almost breaking the skin of his shoulders as he bit down on one of your own, pressing kisses in the aftermath of its mark, whimpering the filthiest of curses and singing the sweetest of praises by your ear.

As Donghyuck fervently fought to reach his own release, you felt yourself begin to race him towards your second. So much for punishment, was all you could think, and though the exhaustion on your body was evident, you simply couldn't bring yourself to complain, not when he was making you feel so fucking good.

"I'm so close, I'm gon... I'm.... ahh," he whined, rutting his hips desperately into your own, "please let me cum ma'am... I've been such a good boy for you... please." Surprised didn't even begin to cover your reaction, as you'd assumed all roles had been thrown out the window the second he'd gotten the green light. Nevertheless, your brain was humming with pride as your body thrummed with pleasure.

"Yes you have, you've been so good tonight, I think you deserve to cum. Let go now, give it to me baby boy," you run your hands through his hair, speaking into his forehead as your lower body continues to bounce from the force of his own humping up into you. "Prove that you're all mine," you mouth at his earlobe, moaning into it just to tease him, "fill me up." The final straw snaps upon your words, Donghyuck babbling utter nonsense as he cums, thick, white spurts of his release coating your walls as you finally clench around him, the feeling of his orgasm launching the onset of your own.

He continues to shallowly thrust up into you until neither one of you can take it anymore, squirming and groaning weakly at the overstimulation. You witness the strength leave your boyfriend's body rather dramatically, the way his eyes comically roll back in his head as your bodies slide down the headboard cause a fit of giggles to escape you. Donghyuck half opens his eyes to look at you, making grabby hands for your face as he grows soft inside you now. Carefully, you raise yourself up his body just enough to raise your cheeks in his sweaty palms, enjoying the gentle caress of his calloused fingertips padding across your features.

With a serious of hushed thank yous, he leans forward just enough to shower you with kisses, prompting you to return the gesture. He slips out of you and you make a face as the mixture of your cum slides down your thighs. Thankfully, you'd forseen your laziness and left a towel on your nightstand, and you reach over for it to clean the both of you up. Donghyuck is currently slipping in and out of sleep when you lay beside him, pulling him onto your chest as his arms wrap around your frame. It's times like this when he's asleep, so pure and unadulterated, that you can't help but adore his natural cuteness.

The supple curve of his lips, the gentle curl of his lashes, even his soft groan as he shifts to find a more comfortable position... all of it has you cooing at how delicate he was despite how tough he loves to pretend to be. If only his friends knew just how big of a baby he was around you, you wonder, how interesting would that conversation be.

Deciding to risk it, you simply can't help but place one last kiss to his forehead, softly rubbing at the base of his neck as he stirs, and you go still. Donghyuck simply buries his face into your neck now, pressing even more of his weight into your own, but all you can bring yourself to do is wrap your own around him, rubbing at his back soothingly. "Good night my beautiful boy, you did so well," his sleepy grin tickles the skin near the junction of your shoulder as he mumbles an unintelligible response, and just like that, he's asleep again in no time as you hum softly in reply.

Donghyuck may not always be the best boy, and me may not even a good boy most nights, but he'll always be your favorite boy, and in the end... that's all that really ever mattered.

[exhoe-imagines]

the green room → jww

summary → watching wonwoo’s twitch streams had always been something you’d enjoyed, but never in a million years did you think you’d run into him so casually at his daytime job

word count → ~2k

genre/warnings → gamer/streamer!au, florist!au, gn!reader who is oblivious to flowers and their meanings, random overwatch references that i had to guess on bc im clueless djfkdsjfsd

a/n → SO @gamerwoo did not think i could attack her,, hence this fic was born !! i pray it will wound her the way i am hoping for !! also any references to overwatch were made from the content i see about it on her blog/faq so thank u rocket for unknowingly educating a dumb bitch like me 😪

“Anyway, I’ll see you guys tomorrow at the same time.” The boy smiled into his webcam, giving a shy wave to the screen. His brown eyes were hidden behind his round glasses, but they did little to cover up the flustered blush that covered his cheeks. It was obvious, as usual, that ending a stream proved to be difficult for him -- the awkward void of noise from his game commentary or the sound effects coming from his computer speakers leaving him in uncomfortable silence as he said goodbye.

You giggled softly as the stream turned black, before his offline screen popped up, displaying his social media and schedule links in a thin blue font. There was no need to click on them, at least for you, since you’d memorized his handles and stream times months prior.

To call you a fan of gamerwoo_96’s twitch would have been a bit of an understatement, one could say. You were quite picky with who you spent your free time watching, especially when it came to hour long streams. Besides Wonwoo, which was his real name, only a few other lucky gamers had you regularly on their accounts -- notably, yutodagames and pcy92, but your casual viewing on their channel was nothing compared to your dedication to Wonwoo.

There was something about how natural he was at playing, that you and his other couple hundred regular followers greatly appreciated. He didn’t seem dedicated to becoming big on Twitch, even showing signs of embarrassment when a large number of people tuned in for his streams. However, no one, not even himself, could deny his channel grew rather quickly.

You’d stumbled across his account one Saturday while looking for Overwatch players, and you’d been hooked ever since. He wasn’t as loud or annoying as other guys his age on Twitch, but he wasn’t too quiet either, where it made it uncomfortable. He commented on things every now and then but stayed focused and would go silent every few moments. It was a nice balance, allowing you to concentrate on the gameplay, but also get to hear his thoughts, and very deep voice whenever he voiced his opinion on something.

Of course, you’d be lying if you didn’t say his looks kept you on his channel as well. He was cute, that much was obvious. His loose white shirts and tousled hair always gave him a laidback look, that contradicted the focus he’d put into his gameplay. Wonwoo’s nose would scrunch, his eyes squinting behind his gold glasses. It was downright adorable, and completely uncalled for considering he was already the prettiest gamer boy you’d ever seen.

Months later, you were still tuning in for his morning Saturday stream -- a perfect way to start your weekend if anyone asked you.

You clicked out of Twitch and closed your laptop before rolling on your back, letting out a deep sigh as you sunk into your bed. You had a list of errands to run, but you’d been putting them off, deeming Wonwoo’s stream more important. However, now that it ended, you had no excuse for putting off your tasks.

Begrudgingly, you got out of bed a few minutes later, trudging to your bathroom to get ready.

Mentally, you’d already planned your schedule for the day. Grocery shopping and getting gas were first, then gift shopping, and lastly, meeting your friend later in the afternoon to celebrate her birthday.

As expected, the first two errands were nothing special, and you got them done rather quickly. However, the next one was not as simple. Your friend had always loved flowers, and you wanted to get her a big bouquet when you greeted her. The only problem was, florists in your area were rare, which meant you had to drive out of town to find one.

“Thank god I don’t have any cold groceries,” you mumbled, before setting off on your detour.

When you finally pulled up to The Green Room, you were pleased with what you saw. It certainly seemed worth the drive, beautiful baskets and arrays of flowers decorating the outside of the small white shop.

Making sure you had your keys, wallet, and phone on you, you made your way to the entrance, noticing it seemed to be empty from your view through the large windows. Shrugging it off, you pushed the door open, a little bell sounding your arrival.

“Good morning,” a smooth voice from behind the counter greeted you. For a second, a slight feeling of recognition passed through you, and when you turned to face the cashier, you understood why.

Wonwoo stood there, a white apron tied around his waist, and a polite smile on his lips. Your eyes widened and your voice was caught in your throat, something he noticed quickly.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, probably viewing your silence as confusion.

You had to be seeing things.

You shook your head quickly, squeaking out a response. “I-I don’t think so.”

Wonwoo nodded, looking back down at the book on the counter he had open. It was almost finished, and you swooned internally.

A bookworm too? you thought, how perfect is this boy?

Not wanting to stare too long, you scurried towards the back of the shop, trying to make yourself look busy as you racked your brain for an explanation as to why Wonwoo was running the one flower shop by your house. He’d never mentioned where he lived or where he worked, obviously, but never in your life did you imagine that out of everywhere in the world, he was a mere hour from your apartment complex.

What kind of fucking coincidence is this? you screamed internally, barely paying attention to the flowers as you passed them. Speaking of, you couldn’t wait to tell your friend -- she’d gotten sick of hearing you fangirl over your “little gamer boy” as she liked to call him. She was truly in for a treat now, as you’d probably never stop talking about the fact that you met him.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go back up to the counter and talk to him, but you had to get the flowers you’d come for.

The only problem was, you had no idea what to buy.

Your friend had told you all her favorite flowers, but there were so many, and with the thought of Wonwoo at the front of your mind, there was no way you were going to be able to remember them all, let alone know what they looked like.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to pick out a few flowers that looked pretty, and would maybe look nice together. It was the best you could do, and you only hoped your friend would appreciate the effort.

Sadly, it must have been pretty easy to spot how clueless you were, since, after a few minutes of picking different flowers, footsteps sounded near you.

“Who are you shopping for?” Wonwoo asked, as he stood next to you. His proximity and the natural warmth radiating off his form had you stuck in place, unable to escape.

“M-my friend.”

He hummed. “Special occasion?”

You nodded. “Her birthday.”

At that, Wonwoo visibly held back a wince. His eyes darted to the flowers in your hands before he looked back at you. “Maybe white lilies wouldn’t be the best choice then.” His voice was reserved, like he was worried about criticizing your choice. “They’re usually meant for funerals,” he awkwardly explained, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Oh god,” you groaned, “I really have no idea what I’m doing here.”

Wonwoo chuckled at that, visibly loosening up at your response. “It’s alright, it’s more common than you think.” He held out his hand, sending you a smile. “I can go put those back if you want me to help you make a new bunch.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “That’d be great, thank you.”

Wonwoo nodded, taking the flowers from your hand, his fingers long and warm as they brushed against your palm.

Hearing him ramble about flower types a few moments later was one of the greatest things your ears had ever been blessed with. You’d always liked his voice, but hearing him explain the different flowers and their meanings was the most you’d ever heard him talk at once, and it was amazing. Clearly, the shop was a huge passion of his, which you thought fit his personality perfectly.

“A couple of these alstroemerias, for friendship. Some yellow and orange gerberas too, maybe.” He was clearly mumbling to himself by then, plucking different flowers from around the shop and fitting them between each other. His skill was visible immediately, the bouquet effortlessly beautiful as he crafted it without a second thought.

By the time he was done, you were in awe. He sent you a sheepish smile as he led you back to the front counter, setting the flowers down as he moved behind the cash register.

“Thank you so much,” you said, pulling out your wallet as he told you the price. It seemed unusually low, compared to the price tags plastered across the store. You brushed it off, assuming a sale was happening or something.

“You’re really good at this,” you mentioned, as you picked up the bouquet, careful not to mess up all his work. “I wouldn’t have expected that.” You said the words before you could catch yourself, eyes widening as you looked up at Wonwoo.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You internally cursed yourself. There was no going back now. “I um, I’m used to seeing you on Twitch.”

You waited for the awkward response that would make you feel like a creep, but Wonwoo just smiled bashfully. “Really? I’ve never had someone recognize me, besides some friends and family, of course.”

You looked at him slightly in shock. “Are you serious? I watch your streams all the time,” you admitted, feeling some heat spread to your cheeks.

“What’s your username?” he asked curiously.

You told him, expecting he would just nod, but instead his eyes widened in recognition.

“You have the D.Va icon right?”

You tried not to openly gape, but the shock was too strong. Wonwoo, your favorite streamer, remembered you?

“Y-yeah I do.”

He smiled, glad he’d recognized you correctly.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you at the next stream then?” his tone was hopeful, and you nodded almost immediately.

“Of course.”

He nodded, and his usual awkwardness when it came to saying goodbye became apparent.

“Here um, take this, on me.” He grabbed a flower from one of the baskets behind the counter, and handed it to you with a blush.

You took it, mirroring his flustered expression. “T-thank you.” You smiled shyly before picking up your bouquet and waving him goodbye with your free hand. He tilted his head in response, and you quickly left the shop before he could notice how hard you were crushing on him.

You were able to hold back your scream of excitement until you made it to your car, when you slammed your hands against the steering wheel with a squeal.

However, nothing compared to your excitement when your friend noticed the flower Wonwoo gave you, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.

“Wonwoo gave you that?” she asked, grin growing as you nodded. “Did he tell you the meaning?”

You shook your head, and her expression brightened.

“Well,” she sing-songed, “if that ranunculus means what I think it does, it seems like a certain gamer boy finds you very attractive.”

[slashersteve]

Such a Flirt

requested by @tommyswolves: Ahhh okay what about Steve trying to flirt with the reader when she goes to scoops but he doesn’t realize it’s actually robins gf??? And robin is just like watching and laughing bc he is Clueless™️.

pairing: Robin/Female Reader

summary: Steve flirts with this cute girl, and Robin is absolutely dying from laughter because of it. He doesn’t know why though. 

warnings: none just hilarious fluff if it bothers you so much 

note: alksdjlsakj pls send more robin requests in guys I’m loving this! 

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Steve had seen a lot of attractive girls come in and out of the mall, have even served ice cream to most of them, but he’s never seen her before. She came into Scoops Ahoy about an hour before closing time. She was wearing an oversized jean jacket, a blue striped up shirt, and a pair of dark high waisted shorts and had a kind look in her eyes.

Robin was in the back taking a delivery, so that meant she wouldn’t be here to rain on his parade. 

“Ahoy there! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, I’m Steve Harrington,” he winked at her, and she offered him a shy smile, “What can I get you today? An ice cream? A float? Whatever you want, I am of service to you.” The girl laughed softly. 

“Oh- I’m not here to get any ice cream,” she said, god even her voice was pretty. 

“Oh? You’re not? Well...” Steve put his hand under his chin as he hummed in thought, “You’re here to just see me then huh? You’ve heard about the oh so handsome sailor that works here, wanted to come down here and talk to me. Don’t be embarrassed, this happens to me a lot, you wouldn’t believe it.” The girl’s eyes widened, and she didn’t even try to hide the incredibly confused look on her face. 

“Huh? Wait- what?” she asked, Steve waved his hand nonchalantly. 

“Let’s see- I get off work in about...” he checked the clock behind him.

Steve hadn’t noticed Robin standing behind him in the doorway of the door to the back room, listening to this entire interaction before her. Her eyes met the girl’s when Steve’s head was turned to check the time, and both of them blushed and shook their heads as they tried not to laugh. 

“What do I do?” the girl mouthed, Robin covered her mouth to suppress her laughter and gestured for her to let it continue for a while longer. Steve looked back at the girl, who averted her eyes quickly back to his. 

“...in about...45 minutes or so,” he said, “then after that- I’m all yours.” He leaned one hand on the counter, and the other on his waist. The girl pressed her lips together, and reached out to pat his hand. 

“I uh- don’t really think...” she said, Steve was already embarrassed and disappointed. Dammit, not again. 

“Oh man- did I come off too strong? I’m sorry. I usually do that- you could even ask my friend Robin,” he gestured to wherever behind him, “I should’ve at least asked for your name first, offered you free ice cream or something...” he trailed off, but the girl quickly shook her head. 

“No, no! It’s not that- well it could be that for anyone else, but not me,” she explained, Steve raised both brows, “You’re a nice guy- I’ve heard a lot about you actually. It’s just- I’m here for...” she gestured to where Robin stood with a large, amused grin on her lips. Steve followed her hand, and saw Robin now. 

“Oh! Oh shit, my bad, I’m sorry...” Steve apologized again, Robin was still trying to suppress her laughter, “Your Robin’s friend?” she nodded, Steve hummed, “She never told me she had a friend this cute.” 

“Steve! Oh my god- are you really flirting with (y/n) right now?” Robin began to laugh now, hand uncovering her mouth and the girl, Robin’s friend, began to smile widely. Robin walked over to her, coming out from behind the counter. Steve raised a brow, wondering why they were laughing. 

“What? I was just saying- you watch me flirt with all these girls all day, you could’ve told me about...(y/n), some friend you are.” Steve gestured to her. Robin shook her head, and continued to laugh, “Great! Great! She always does this- are you laughing too?” (y/n) bursted out into laughter, leaning on Robin for some kind of support as Steve grew confused by the second.

Robin was actually wheezing by now and holding her sides. When it seemed the two girls were calmed down, Steve asked them what was so funny, already feeling his ego get hurt. Were they really laughing at him like this? In front of him? But then, Robin finally spoke.

“I did tell you about her dingus!” 

“No you didn’t. I would’ve remembered!” 

“Yes I did!” Robin shot back, “Think!” She poked his forehead. Steve slapped her hand away from his face and then crossed his arms as he thought out loud, “Well you did tell me about this cute girl you’ve been seeing, and been wanting to ask to be your girlfriend- by the way did you ask? Did she say yes?” Steve looked to his blonde friend suddenly curious about it. Robin raised both brows, that permanent smile still on her lips. 

“Uh yeah- I asked and she did say yes,” Robin looked to (y/n), who was standing there still stifling laughter. When eyes were on her, she fell silent, then looked to Robin, “He’s okay (y/n), I told you- he knows,” she said in a softer voice now, (y/n) bit her lip nervously and allowed Robin to touch her hand, then to lace both their fingers together. 

Steve stared at their suddenly connected hands, and Robin literally watched as the gears in his head started to finally work. It was hilarious seeing his stupid confused expression turn to one of realization, and then right after...to embarrassment. 

“I am so, so fucking sorry, I had no idea! If I would’ve known I wouldn’t of even tried flirting with you,” Steve quickly began to apologize to (y/n), “And Robin! Why didn’t you tell me! You’ve clearly been standing there for a while! Why did you let me flirt with your girlfriend for so long!?” 

“Because it was funny, right?” Robin replied cheekily, (y/n) laughed and nodded. 

“It kind of was...” she said as if she wasn’t just dying of laughter, Steve looked at the both of them and then shook his head in thought, then he laughed too, resting his hands on his waist. Robin looked to (y/n), saying something quiet that Steve couldn’t quite hear. 

“Hey lover boy- we’re going to catch a movie together. Think you had handle closing up on your own?” 

“Whoa hold on- can you at least properly introduce me to her before you go?” Steve asked, Robin sighed, faking annoyance and pointed to Steve. 

“(y/n), this is Steve, my best friend, and Steve-” she pointed at (y/n) now, “This is my girlfriend (y/n).” Steve smiled.

“Thank you,” he said to Robin, then waved to you, “Nice to meet you finally- Robin’s been talking about you for weeks now, glad to see things worked out between you two- you should’ve seen how love sick she was, always whining about how pretty you were and-” (y/n) grinned cheekily and looked at her girlfriend. 

“Okay! Enough! You met her! Now could you close up on your own or not? (y/n) likes to watch the previews.” Robin asked, cutting him off. Steve shrugged. 

“Duh it isn’t rocket science.” 

“Thank god it isn’t,” Robin replied quickly, Steve mocked her slightly. Robin quickly went to the backroom to grab her bag and helmet, leaving (y/n) and Steve alone for a second. 

“But seriously- when I was flirting with you because I didn’t know who you were- I was coming off too strong? Right?” was what Robin heard Steve asking her girlfriend about, (y/n) laughed and pat his shoulder. 

“Maybe try not being too forward next time, and assume every girl wants to date you,” she replied in an honest tone, “Try some small talk next time, wait to see if they’re interested before asking them out on a date. And also- don’t offer any random people free ice-cream even they’re attractive girls, they’ll take advantage of that and you won’t know if they like you for you, or just the fact that you can get free ice-cream.” She shrugged, and Steve nodded slowly, taking in this information.

“Huh- that’s actually true, hey, I like her,” Steve said, and (y/n) put a thumbs up as if to say ‘Your best friend likes me!’ Robin scoffed, but smiled regardless as she then took (y/n)’s hand. 

“Come on, before we miss the previews,” she said, (y/n) nodded and quickly laced her fingers with Robins, “See you later, dingus!” 

“You kids have fun!” Steve called after them sarcastically. (y/n) must have forgotten they weren’t very far because he heard (y/n) say quite loudly, “Does he always just flirt with random girls like that though? Like really?” 

“Yup.” Steve sighed, then chuckled as he began to start cleaning up. His cheeks were beet red, still completely embarrassed that he just flirted with Robin’s girlfriend right in front of her. He just knew during his entire shift tomorrow, Robin was going to tease him about it endlessly. 

[pekorosu]

no.6 novels thinky thoughts

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so… i ended up finishing all 9 vols in about a week haha.

my overall impression? it was… alright, i guess.

not that i didn’t enjoy it, in fact, the first half was great! by the time i reached the end though, i had mixed feelings. sat on it for a week or so but a lot of it remains a vague hhhmmmmmblah blob that i’m not done figuring out. 

i still wanna make a post as a form of closure for myself though, so i’m just gonna dump whatever comes to mind here. don’t mind me.

so... the ending. i guess it was supposed to be open-ended in a hopeful way, but it just came across as unsettling to me. the ~chosen one~ thing rubbed me the wrong way, because shion was entrusted with an enormous responsibility that no 16 year old should even be shouldering in the first place. (i mean yea okay he did willingly accept it, but still. why only him? why aren’t they all collectively responsible?) 

meanwhile the actual perpetrators get to escape all the consequences by just… dying. just like that. and the rest of them, especially the adults… they’re pretty much useless? even the ones that wanted to do something by staging a revolt ended up being unreliable either bc 1. they were drunk on revenge or 2. all that power was getting to their head. ironically, rou was like “it’s all on us, the adults” but in the end even he decided to just spend the rest of his life chilling out underground -_-

on top of that, shion had to let go of nezumi. idk about y’all but that ending, that “promise to meet again” kiss was like… i couldn’t help but wonder if nezumi only did that because shion was all “a world without you is meaningless” and he had to give him something to cling onto. followed by shion’s devoted “i’ll keep waiting” which… idk, something about it felt utterly depressing. to be fair, nezumi always keeps his promises and the epilogue was vaguely hopeful i guess, but it still didn’t give me the sense of closure that i needed. 

to clarify, i’m not saying it’s a bad ending. it’s realistic and the implication that there’s still a lot of work to be done is very much in line with the story’s themes. just that something about it didn’t work for me personally, plus the lead up to it felt rushed, so it left me feeling :/ when i was done.

the plot… well, it started out exciting but turned out to be rather anticlimactic? the shift from science to supernatural had a proper build up, but still felt like a letdown for some reason… 

i think... maybe it’s bc dystopian stories tend to culminate in a huge battle and stuff like that, while this one just… didn’t. there was no final showdown with the Big Bad. there was chaos, but it hadn’t descended into total devastation yet, with the ultimate message that maintaining peace is always more preferable in order to prevent any more senseless deaths. and i guess that threw me off a little? not in a bad way, it was just unexpected bc i’m so used to the whole “final boss” format.

speaking of which, the antagonists were very one-dimensional, and for dictators they were surprisingly… weak. i mean, i get that hubris was precisely the reason for their carelessness and subsequent destruction, but it felt too convenient, too simple.

and i was sorta expecting something more gruesome when they got to the top floor of the correctional facility. idk, i guess brains floating in tubes just couldn’t compare with that scene of them climbing a mountain of corpses+half-alive people, which i had the misfortune of reading right before dinner. that was straight up horror.

and for all its depiction of the horrors of a police state, of poverty, famine, genocide… i felt like it stopped short of something. this isn’t meant to be a proper critique ofc, just that i remember feeling like the writing came across as wishy-washy or superficial at times, even though i knew the author’s intention wasn’t to hand out answers, but to get the readers to think. something about the way it was handled left me feeling unsatisfied i guess. 

that said, there were stuff that i did like! eg. i liked how the story dealt with the “we’re all human beings” statement from shion. it started out as a simple, idealistic “all lives matter” kind of thing, only to be turned on its head when he comes face-to-face with the kind of atrocities no.6 has committed. then it becomes less about that and more “our shared humanity means that we too have the capability to become cruel and apathetic.” or at least, that was my takeaway. 

hmm… in hindsight, i think it does what it set out to do well enough. that is, to convey a certain message to a certain group of people (teenagers i guess. this is YA after all). to inspire them to think for themselves, to realise that apathy is dangerous and to take responsibility for their own learning, but also to know that doing the “right” thing is not just about good intentions; it is constant hard work but still important work... among others. all of which are solid themes and messages. god knows when i was younger and learning about all this for the first time, even the simplest things would leave me mindblown for days. if i’d read this back then i imagine it would’ve left a bigger impression too.

the main highlight for me though, was probably the character scenes. i was surprised to find out how introspective the story was, with the majority of it dedicated to the characters’ internal thoughts and conflicts. 

sadly though, the side charas’ POVs (like inukashi’s and karan’s) ended up becoming tediously repetitive and draggy despite starting out strong. and safu… poor safu, she pretty much got the shortest end of the shit stick being the Plot Device Damsel In Distress Who Is Eventually Fridged. i had higher hopes for her ):

as for the rest… i don’t really care about rikiga… and who else… oh right! small nezumi team! hamlet, cravat and tsukiyo. 10/10 love them, would never get tired of their cute little squeaks.

and the protags… shion started out kinda bland but ended up being the easiest to relate to haha. eg. his constant struggle to reconcile his personal ideals with practical reality. and it was interesting to see how he confronted and came to terms with some harsh truths. he always tries so hard. sometimes it hurt to read, but it made me want to root for him and in a way, it gave me strength too. 

also his apparent “lack of interest” in sex/women/etc... i know it’s generally played for laughs or to highlight his ~naivete~ or ~immaturity~, but whatever lol it’s something i can relate to it v strongly.

nezumi took a while for me to warm up to even when i understood why he is the way he is. the callousness, hostility, volatility… they’re all defense mechanisms rooted in his trauma, but still, knowing that didn’t make him any less irritating lol. he could be deeply hypocritical at times and his tendency to randomly explode at shion was grating. on the plus side, it’s always very satisfying whenever we do get a glimpse of his more vulnerable side.

them as a pair though… i’m not a huge fan of the “fate brought us together” trope so i was skeptical at first. nezumi being so prickly and moody at first didn’t help either, but shion. oh shion, he tried so hard to worm himself into nezumi’s heart, to prove himself worthy, that i couldn’t help but be charmed. to me, they started out more like “snarky senpai and curious kouhai” as opposed to “friends” or even “potential enemies” as nezumi liked to insist they were, which made for an amusing dynamic. 

and while they did grow on me over time, they don’t make me feel that INTENSE CHEST STABBING feeling that i get with other ships. idk why, i mean, their sarcastic exchanges were amusing, their brutally honest arguments were compelling, and the pining (which is my #1 weakness) was through the fucking roof with shion. but still, something was missing.

sidenote on something the author mentioned in the guidebook interview (my own rough t/l):

I like writing about relationships between people of the same sex, not just boys. When it comes to the opposite sex, the end result of being attracted to each other is always romantic love, or getting married…… To a certain extent, the “template” for that is already fixed, isn’t it? But when it comes to the same sex, there can exist a connection that can’t be expressed in the usual cliched words like friendship, camaraderie, love, hatred… I think there’s meaning in writing about relationships that can’t be clearly defined. What’s between Shion and Nezumi is a “one-of-a-kind connection” that’s born out of a certain situation, out of certain experiences that only they have gone through. I wanted to find out what exactly that connection is, which was why I wanted to try writing it. Of course, that “one-of-a-kind connection” would probably exist between people of the opposite sex as well. After all, the feelings that emerge from a chance meeting of two human beings can never be something that’s mass-produced. But still, I think the one thing that I really enjoy writing about has got to be the unique emotions that develop between people of the same sex.

i know she doesn’t mean anything negative here, but idk… it kinda reminds me of the way yoshida akimi discussed ash and eiji’s relationship in banana fish, and the way she discussed what she found so special about same-sex relationships that is lacking in m/f relationships. and something about it bugs me so much. i don’t even know why or how to explain it… 

it sounds like to them, there’s something fundamentally “different” about same-sex relationships. "different” doesn’t necessarily mean “bad” and in fact, it even sounds positive in this context because the implication is that that “difference” allows for more freedom and variety in relationship dynamics. but i guess, the closest thing that i can come up with is that it sounds… othering? i don’t know….......

speaking of which, i suppose shion/safu is a subversion of that typical m/f relationship. shion can never love her the way she wants him to, which is heartbreaking, but also refreshing in a way.

and you know what… it just occurred to me that maybe, maybe… it’s the same with shion and nezumi. and maybe that’s why something about them feels off to me. i mean, obviously the strength of their feelings for each other is indisputable, but idk if the essence of it is the same. 

shrugs. anyway, yeah.

the honest truth is that, while i enjoyed their interactions immensely, they just don’t ignite the same fire in me as all my other otps. that said, i still do have a lot of thoughts on them! maybe that’s a post for another day.

some other stray thoughts:

- was it ever explained how nezumi built his robo rats? or where tf he managed to gather so many gold coins? was this something the story just handwaved or did i just forget?

- nezumi wanting to leave on a journey at the end baffled me. even though him eventually leaving was foreshadowed a couple times, he never really struck me as a wanderer to begin with. but now that i think about it… i wonder if he’s leaving bc he wants to, or rather, needs to look out for any other remaining forests and natural environments. that’s what his people did, didn’t they? protect the forests. i wonder if he’s going to go look for others like himself. after all, he’s the only surviving indigenous person left in the area surrounding no.6, isn’t he? hmmm.

language-wise... this is my first proper japanese (light) novel so i’m feeling kinda accomplished rn! lol. it was surprisingly not as tough as i had expected. i think the most difficult part was actually reading the quotes at the beginning of each chapter bc it’s in a font that’s so hard to make out.

oh, and again, some parts felt really redundant. i kept wondering if it was a language thing or an author thing. either way, i felt like there were quite a few unnecessary rehashes that could’ve been omitted to improve the pacing. 

sequels, other adaptations...

i’ve not read “beyond” yet, which apparently has sequel-ish bits? i’ve ordered it, it’s on its way, but i have a feeling my impression won’t change that much even after i’ve read it. heck, it might get worse judging by all these lukewarm reviews. i’m definitely gonna see this through to the end, but i’m feeling kinda scared now lol.

i might check out the anime? based on the summaries on wiki, it sounds like quite a lot has been altered, but i’m still curious about the visuals. dunno if i’d wanna check out the manga. if it’s exactly the same as the novels or the anime then maybe not…

oh yeah, their anime/manga versions look quite different to how i imagined them! mine’s closer to the novel covers i guess. especially nezumi. i imagined him with short hair. maybe not all super saiyan like the one below, but yea.

lastly, i just had a good look at all the vol covers and i actually think they look pretty cool! i’m really glad i chose to get this version instead of the bunkobon. i mean, i don’t know if i will ever reread this again, but at least the covers are nice to look at haha.

[sofhyuck]

Greasy Baby

Genre: fluff, greaser!hyuck

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N this au stems from some enlightening conversations with @cinanamon who is graciously allowing me to use some of her ideas, this one’s for you bb ;))))

greaser!hyuck is...a lil shit to say the least

like ye he’s a handsome boi i mean,,,imagine him in a leather jacket,,,hair gelled back,,,yes pls

but he knows him and his group of bois (dreamies hello) are hot shit and he’s not afraid to show that he knows it

him and the dreamies are always seen cruising around town,,, harassing hollerin at the ladies from the inside of hyuck’s beat up mustang (is that a time period correct car??? idk and idc to look it up lol)

he never actually physically harasses anyone, it’s all fun and games (for them at least don’t accept cat calling kids men ain’t shit)

there’s just...nothing else really for them to do around town

the only forms of entertainment come from the drive in theater and the soda shop that all the kids hang out at after school

he attends his local university since him and the gang come from a small town and didn’t really care to leave or have the grades to go to a better school

and you...well you don’t really know why you decided to attend a university in such a dinky little town

maybe it’s because you wanted a change of pace from the city, and maybe it’s because it’s your mother’s alma mater and you spent a few of your summers there

but somehow you find yourself at the school

the only problem is,,,everyone who attends the school grew up in the dumb town,,,meaning everyone already knows each other and has their friend groups and cliques

leaving you to fend for yourself and kind of live as an outsider

sure you make acquaintances in your classes but,,,it’s hard for you to make solid friends when everyone else already knows everything about everyone else 

so you’ve been living your life on campus, smiling at the acquaintances you’ve made when you pass by them on the street, but you never really hang out with anyone after school

your sophomore year you got a job at the soda shop bc college ain’t cheap and they were hiring

surprisingly enough you made close friends through the job, your coworkers went to the same uni as you and the clientele were also in some of your classes

so you began to actually go out more (when you weren’t working obvi)

on day you were on campus walking to your next class and you saw one of said new friends

but while you were distracted with waving to them you bumped into someone and woop guess who????

you guessed it our boy hyuck with the rest of 00 line walking past

he was bouta pop off but then he sees it’s you the cute lil waitress from the soda shop that he’s lowkey seen around and been crushing on for a few months now

so when he sees you stuttering out an apology bc boi is brighter than the damn son and took your breath away

he just smirks and lets out a lil chuckle and just says ‘don’t worry about it sweetcheeks’ with a wink and then he’s off

you stand there for a moment in shock bc like obvi you know who he is even if you’ve only been around a few years who tf doesn’t know hyuck and co

and ofc your friends all saw and were like...b don’t even worry about it he just be like that sometimes ya know

and you’re like yea u right and forget about the whole encounter

but guess who doesn’t ohohoho it’s mister lee donghyuck himself he be thinking about it the rest of the day bc wow you’re even prettier up close huh

and the rest of dream are like...mmhmm ok mr. lee not sus at all we’re on. to. you.

so guess where hyuck ever so casually zooms off to after his classes are over????

oh boy you guessed it right off to the soda shop but oomph poor bb you’re not actually working that day and bb is sad :(((( meanwhile his boys are just laughing at him bc omg hyuck is so w hi p pe d

so now bb is going to the shop every moment he can until!!! finally!!! you’re working again god bless!!!

as soon as he sees you’re working baby sits bolt up right and starts fixing his slicked back hair that he had totally not been running his hands through out of nerves

the other boys weren’t there bc??? they have better places to be than at the soda shop for the 50000 time that day even though chenle and jisung had been there earlier just to laugh at him

but now holy shit you’re coming over and you look so cute in the dumb poodle skirt they make you wear as a uniform with your hair placed in a high ponytail

meanwhile you’re sw e a t i n g bc shit it’s hyuck and he’s still a handsome ass boy and you have to serve his table n ow f u c k

so you sidle on over and give him your usual spiel asking what he’d like to order n shit

and this boy omf remember when i said he was annoying?

well yea he fucking goes ‘are you on the menu bc I’d certainly like to have a piece of you’

and you’re like...boy tf oh my god i want to SLAP him 

but you grin through it like ha ha...funny ok...our specials for today are...

hyuck ain’t listening anymore bc he’s busy mentally kicking himself bc??? really hyuck??? you’re trying to make her like you wtf were you t h in k i ng

so he just points at some random thing on the menu, his head hanging in shame

and yea you’d think it was cute if he hadn’t just gotten on your damn nerves

but, alas, you have to continue serving the boy who had ordered literally just a fried egg but you know who were you to judge

he eats the egg rather quickly and then just...sits there...not doing anything...and you don’t know what to do like you can’t kick him out he did order something and it’s not particularly busy

meanwhile hyuck’s head is spinning trying to think of how to woo you after completely embarrassing himself earlier

after like an hour passes you head over to him, ready to ask him again if he wants anything else to eat 

but as soon as you get to him he jolts upright scaring the shit out of you and he’s like fuck sorry i didn’t mean to scare you 

and you’re like it’s fine now seriously do you want anything else-

but he cuts you off and suddenly...lee donghyuck?? is grabbing onto your hand??? and rapidly apologizing to you for being so Gross earlier

you gotta shake the boy off of you and honestly,,,he’s really endearing like aw he’s so embarrassed what a bb

when you get out of his grip you’re like bro it’s ok tbh i get much worse all the time

suddenlt hyuck is ready to f i g ht like who tf??? i will square up 

in your head you’re like,,,bitch ik you catcall don’t even try...but in reality you’re like mmmhmm sure ok you couldn’t hurt a damn fly

hyuck is angery now like wdym im tough >:( don’t you see my leather jacket and cool hair and car???

and you,,,oh you little reader pat lee donghyuck’s fUCkiNg head and now he is blushing oooooh

in a smol voice he asks for his check and leaves you a v generous tip despite your protests

and by that time his confidence seems to come back bc he winks and tells you he’ll be back

you giggle and give him a lil wave bc...wow lee donghyuck is just a cute shy lil bb hehe

and now hyuck is coming in every day,,,sometimes with his boys,,,sometimes alone but no matter what he’s always sure to, in a respectful manner, flirt with you and chat you up while dream just look on in amusement bc, again, hyuck is wh i p p e d

y’all just kinda...live like that for a few weeks but it’s v clear to e v er y body that there is shit going down between the two of you

like at this point hyuck’s hanging around campus with you too so like,,,everyone and their mother knows at this point bc,,,like i said earlier,,,everyone in this damn town knows everything about everyone

so ya’ll are stagnant, hyuck flirting, you laughing and sometimes flirting back

until one day ohhh boy there’s a new boul in town and he is not ashamed at all

and by that i mean he’s the biggest fucking asshole to ever step foot in the town, thinking he’s hot shit and everybody wants him when everyone hates his g u t s

and this boy has been hanging around the shop, livin his life, waiting for his moment to strike

but uh oh he made a mistake bc the first person he attempts to come on to...is you

and hyuck has been there bc he knows this guy has been hanging around and he wants to keep an eye on you his girl

it was a good thing too bc... this boul is going all out

tugging lightly at your skirt when you come to take his order while he uses the same cringy line hyuck used on you that first day

and hyuck knows you’re a big girl who can handle herself which you make very clear by firmly rejecting him with a smile plastered across your face

but...boy does not and will not let up

and you’re getting more and more frustrated and hyuck can tell esp when you keep throwing exasperated looks in his direction w the occasional eye roll

he would laugh but he’s too busy trying not to flip his shit

until boy fuckin just goes to grab your ass and you immediately move back, ready to reprimand him

but all thoughts are brushed aside when a loud crash sounds followed by heavy footsteps

hyucky had stood up so harshly that his chair had fallen over but he hadn’t even bothered to fix it bc he immediately stormed over to you, loosely wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side 

he is m a d like you thought he couldn’t fight before but now he looks like he could rip a guys head off and you lowkey find it hot but that’s not what’s important right now

the guy is like oh woops sorry bro didn’t know she was taken but hyuck is not having it going off about how you shouldn’t treat anyone like that period no matter if they’re in a relationship or not

and yes hyuck and his friends had been the same way a few months before but meeting you changed his way of thinking and his friends as well

bc the idiots had never had any female acquaintances before but now they have you and you’re like a sister to them except for hyuck obvi bc he’s in looove

anyway back to the matter at hand i swear i keep going on tangents soz

you have to calm hyuck down before he actually punches this guy in the nose and the guy throws some money on the table before booking it out of there bc he’s high key scared rn lol puddy

your boss comes out and is like...y’all good? and you’re like uhhh yea mind if i talk to him for a minute? n he’s like ya sure whatever

so you pull hyuck over to a back room and you’re like,,,bro,,,wtf you good now??

but hyuck is on a roll now and just flat out says ‘i’ve liked you for a while now so will you do me the honor of being my gf?’

you ??? for a second before snapping himself out of it and you’re like ??? hell yea boi tf???

so now y’all are dating woo!!!

he makes sure to come to the shop whenever you’re working

at first he even would miss classes but you were not gonna have that oh no education comes first kids >:(((

and he was like ugh ok fine but he always managed to get other dreamies to be there when he couldn’t just so he knows you’re ok :(((

you get really close with the other dreamies tho so now you’re all one happy family

even when hyuck isn’t at your shift he makes sure to pick you up afterwards

waiting outside, leaning against his beat up mustang …leather jacket on…waiting for you to come out…and when you walk up to him he grabs you by the waist…pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead…before opening the door for you…driving off to who knows where…but neither of you care as long as you’re together…

sometimes you go to the drive in and cuddle up in the backseat making out for the duration of the movie hehe

you climb onto his lap and sometimes you can hear the people in the next car wooping and hyuck just gives them the finger before bringing his hand back to settle on the back of your thigh

ahem anyways enough of that

other times you just,,, drive around,,, windows down,,, blasting music and laughing,,, just living your life as two college students should hyuck’s hand resting on your thigh shhhh

you always stop at the same dingy diner that’s hidden away on some side road

(shout out to steph for this next part love you bb uwu)

and hyuck always rummages through his pockets  for change to buy you a drink, even when you say he doesn’t have to and you know he doesn’t always have the most money he says he wants to

trips to the diner are always followed by sunset drives where you have to remind him to watch the road bc  he finds it so much fun to smiles t you and try to kiss you while driving and you scold him that he’s going to die one day, him saying it’s better to live hard, die young

[krreader]

BTS reacting to doing something embarrassing/clumsy/adorable when meeting you for the first time.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: fluff ; crack

a/n:  your english is fine bb, don’t worry :) hope you like this ♥ (longer ones again, bc of backstory!)

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Jin let out a long sigh, having been standing in front of this one particular shelf in the supermarket for at least 10 minutes now, not being able to decide what to pick.

That's the problem when being 'the mother of the dorm'. You had to feed the kids. And when the 'kids' were six boys in their twenties, that could often be problematic, since they all had their own preferences to food.

Just when he was about to give up on this shelf and see if they had anything else that would give him inspiration, he saw someone enter the aisle that he was in.

And not just a someone, but a very pretty someone.

Jin's mouth was slightly agape, staring at you like he had never seen a pretty girl before. He didn't know what it was about you, maybe it were those cute wrinkles of concentration on your forehead, when you were trying to figure out what to buy. Maybe it was that small smile that spread on your lips when you had found what you were looking for..

..or maybe it was the way you were looking at him with your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes..

..wait.

Hold on, what?!

Jin's own eyes immediately widened when he realized he had been caught staring and as if the universe hated him today, he accidentally let go of the basket he was holding and all of the food that he had found so far was now scattered on the floor. Thankfully, nothing broke. That would have been ten times worse. His groceries were everywhere and he quickly knelt down to pick everything up, embarrassed to no end.

It was only when he wanted to pick up a box of crackers that he had wanted to buy for one of the boys, that he realized you were helping him. Your hand accidentally (seriously, TOTAL accident) brushed over his and he raised his head to look at you. Your hair was hanging in your face, but you quickly brushed it behind your ear with one hand.

“Sorry,” you smiled shyly and handed him the crackers, “Here.”

“Oh, thank you,” he bowed slightly and laughed nervously, “Sorry, I didn't mean to stare.”

“Well, I thought you were staring at these gorgeous potatoes, so,” you didn't want him to be uncomfortable about this. You were flattered that a handsome man like him would even look at you for longer than a second, so he really had no reason to be embarrassed.

Jin grinned from ear to ear and put everything back in the basket. Only when he and you were both standing again did he extend his hand.

“I'm Jin, by the way.”

“(Y/N),” you accepted his hand with a smile.

min yoongi

Min Yoongi wasn't someone that got flustered easily. He tried to start every day with the 'no fuck's given' attitude and he was fine that way. Made life a bit easier.

But that night, he was a furiously blushing mess, because how the fuck did he manage to fall asleep in a coffee shop, only to get woken up by the cute girl that worked in here.

“Excuse me? Sir?” you gently tried shaking him awake, “I.. uh.. I'd like to close the shop, if you don't mind?”

Yoongi quickly sat up straight, turning his head to the right, to see that he was not only the last customer, but the last person in general. There was only you left.

A quick glance to his watch and he realized that it was already an hour past closing time.

“Did you wait on closing the shop because of me?”

“You seemed like you needed the sleep,” you explained, “But I need to pick up a friend, so I had to wake you.. I'm sorry..”

This was so embarrassing. Gone was the 'no fuck's given' attitude and replaced by a blushing Yoongi, that quickly collected everything he had brought here, meaning writing utensils and his notebook, and put them in his bag, before getting up and running straight into you.

Because this night could only get more and more awkward right?

You chuckled and gently grabbed his upper arms, turning in a half circle, so that he was standing next to the door.

“There you go,” your smile was so kind. You didn't look like you were judging him. You actually looked a little sorry to have woken him like that.

And he should have thanked you or should have said that he was sorry. But in that moment, he was just so embarrassed, that he just left the store without another word. Later that night, he realized how rude he had been and regretted not doing any of the things above.

So exactly one week later, he was in the coffee shop again, but this time he was there to ask you if you wanted to have dinner with him.

To make it up to you, and all that.

jung hoseok

Being the main dancer meant having to have more stamina than others. And even though performing over and over again built it up, he needed another way to boost it.

Which is why Hoseok began going for a jog every other morning. He didn’t exactly have a goal in mind, he just ran for as long as he wanted to.

Not only did it build up his stamina, but it also relaxed him. There weren't many people in the park that he ran in at the time he jogged and he could fully focus on himself and his body.

And, you know, his phone, apparently.

Because he had just gotten a message from Namjoon and was reading through it, not stopping his running, however.

Maybe he should have.

Or maybe you should have, when you had decided to do the exact same thing at the exact same time, both of you crashing into each other.

Hoseok's reflexes were fantastic, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you with him, so that you would fall on top of him and you wouldn't get hurt. He managed to turn to the side in the fall, so that both of you landed on the soft grass and it wasn't as painful.

He still groaned though. Whether that was because of the impact, or the way you were straddling him, who knows.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't..-”

“I'm sorry! I should have..-”

You both began and stopped immediately, laughing after a couple of seconds, when you realized you had both been at fault.

“My mother always told me to keep my eyes up ahead and not on my phone,” Hoseok laughed.

“Easier said then done, I suppose,” your hands were flat on his chest and you smiled down at him.

One question.

Why were you still straddling him? And why did he end up placing his hands on your thighs and not shoving you off?

It was only when an elderly couple passed by and hissed: “Aish. The youth of today, not having any decency,” that you two got up and brushed over your clothes, both of you now blushing furiously.

“Do you.. uh.. want to grab some coffee, maybe?”

You grinned from ear to ear and nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I think I need that right now.”

kim namjoon

Namjoon had been staring at you for at least five minutes now, standing in the Egyptian section of this museum, walking from one exhibit to the next.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn't a big deal. That he was in a foreign country and that you were most likely a tourist as well. That he could walk over there and pay you a compliment and then leave again. That would be nice, right? He was sure that you would appreciate it, if he wasn't too intrusive.

So he waited another minute until most of the others were outside the room, before he approached you and cleared his throat.

“Excuse me?”

You turned your head and looked at him with a kind smile, “Yes?”

He wanted to be cool. Or at least he wanted you to think that he was cool and that this wasn’t a big deal for him.

But Namjoon was a very clumsy person and he knew that he was.

Hence, he should have known that 'being cool', while trying really hard to be cool, would only end in a disaster.

He wanted to casually lean against the wall, but it turned out not to be a wall, but a glass casket that held one of the artifacts. Thankfully, it was secured to a wall, so at least he didn't break it, but the alarm went off anyways and both of you jerked back immediately.

Namjoon began to panic, thinking about what he was supposed to do and how he could fuck up so royally, when all he wanted to do was talk to a pretty girl.

He went completely blank.

But he mentally thanked your quick wit, for grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room, mingling in the crowd of other tourists that were asked to leave the museum for 'security reasons'.

“Just act natural,” you said through gritted teeth, your hand still interlinked with his.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I only wanted to tell you you're pretty,” he was so distraught, you almost pitied him. You needed a way to cheer him up again.

And if he thought you were pretty, then maybe..-

“Now that the museum is closing.. do you want to grab lunch with me? To calm down?”

He let out a heavy sigh and grinned, “Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.”

park jimin

Jimin didn't know why he was so fascinated by you.

You were pretty, extremely pretty, actually, but it was also the way you laughed that had him want to laugh too. Maybe it was the way you were handling the child that was with you, even though he had no idea in what relation it was to you. A cousin? Sibling? Maybe just the kid you babysat? Or maybe even your own kid? He had no idea, but he loved how you acted around it.

So when you and the kid entered a toy store, he couldn't help but follow and overhear the conversation between you two.

“Pleeeease (Y/N)! I'll do anything!”

“I'm sorry, love, it's too expensive. I can't afford it.”

“I'll pay you back when I have the money, I proooomise.”

You knelt down in front of the kid and let out a long sigh, “I'm really sorry. Maybe some other time, okay?”

The kid didn't throw a fit. No, the kid was incredibly well behaved and just nodded, even though the pout was clearly visible.

Jimin bit his lower lip. Was it you? Or maybe the kid? Whatever it was, he found himself walking towards you without really thinking twice about it, asking, “How about I'll buy it for you?”

“What?” you got up and looked at him in confusion and maybe even a bit alarmed, even though he didn’t look like a pervert or something.

“Really?” the kid, on the other hand, already jumped up and down, “I'll pay you back, I promise!”

“You don't have to pay me back,” Jimin laughed and turned his head to look at you, “But.. maybe I could take out your.. I don't know how you two are related or if you are but.. would you go out with me?”

If he were anyone else, you would have been suspicious and blown him off already. But there was this sincerity in his eyes that made you believe he really did want to take you out on a date and not drag you into an alley or whatever. This sincerity that he wanted to make the kid happy and you know, get a date with the cute girl that was with the kid?

Well.. why not, right?

“This is all very spontaneous but.. okay.”

kim taehyung

Taehyung is a fanboy. We all know that. If he admires someone, he'll do anything to get in touch with them, whether it's via Instagram or at award shows. He always somehow managed to meet HIS idols.

But you were more than that to him. You were the woman he has had a crush on ever since your first role in that TV series about two years ago. He kept having dreams about you, was imagining meeting you someday, but had no way to get in touch with you, since you didn't have social media.

So when you were starring in a film with various other big names and your movie had a premiere in Seoul, he didn't decline the invitation to see the screening (something that he usually did), but he ended up forcing the rest of Bangtan to go with him as well.

Paparazzi were all over them on the red carpet. He could hear ARMY's screams in the background, all of them having gathered here once they found out that BTS would make an appearance. In interviews, when they were being asked why exactly they were here, Namjoon would tell them that they had just really wanted to see the movie as one of the first, since they were so excited about it. All of them had a hard time containing their chuckle, because they all knew that the real reason was Taehyung's obvious crush on you.

And then, when they were finally inside, he saw you.

The one he had been having dreams about for two years. And suddenly, the usually so confident Taehyung turned into a mess, especially when Namjoon pretty much shoved him towards you and your co-stars, who were greeting everyone that came.

“Oh, I didn't expect BTS to make an appearance,” you laughed happily, your eyes shining, almost. Taehyung stared at you with an open mouth, not understanding how he was even still breathing when being this close to you.

Your co-stars, especially the women, giggled at the boy’s behavior and decided to greet the other ones, while Taehyung kept staring at you.

“I'm very sorry, he's usually not like this at all. He's a very big fan of you, you know?” Namjoon said, his hand on Taehyung's shoulder.

“Oh really?” you smiled at Namjoon, then at Taehyung, “I'm a big fan of you, too! I really loved your solo song!”

“Did..- Did you?” he stammered.

“Sure! I had it on repeat for like a month. You're incredibly talented.”

“Thank you,” he said in a low voice, blushing furiously.

This was so unusual for him. He normally didn't have that many problems talking to a pretty girl. But you weren't just a pretty girl, right? You were so much more to him than that.

"Maybe you and I could talk more at the after-party?”

“Yeah.. I’d like that,” maybe he’d manage to have calmed down a bit by then.

jeon jeongguk

They were filming close to Andong Dam today, but setting everything up took a little longer than anticipated.

Some members took that chance to try and get some more sleep, others were watching videos on there phones, while Jeongguk decided that he wanted to go down to the water and just enjoy nature and the peace and quiet of it.

But as soon as he was close to the water, he found someone skipping stones.

As far as he could tell, you were alone.

He just watched you for a couple of minutes, picking up one rock after the other and doing your thing over and over again.

Wouldn't it become boring, eventually?

He had never actually tried doing this..

..and he didn't know why, but he decided to join you, a bit further away from you and watch you attentively. He was bored and he needed something to do. Might as well try something new today, right?

He was confident that he could do it, I mean, how hard could it be?

Yeah, it wasn't as easy as it looked. That's what Jeongguk got as well as soon as the first rock sunk with a loud plop. His shoulders did the same, furrowing his eyebrows at why it didn't work. But he quickly turned his head to look at you, when he heard you giggle.

“You need some help with that?”

“I..uh..”

“Don't worry. It takes a bit of practice,” you shrugged.

He didn't know if he was even allowed to talk to you, but you were kind enough to keep your distance and just show you how to do it from afar. But even then, he didn't manage it. What was up with him today? Wasn't he the golden maknae? He should be able to do something as simple as skipping rocks, right? And the more he failed, the more embarrassed he got, because not only did this completely ruin his reputation, but he was also making a fool out of himself in front of a pretty girl.

Eventually he was the one that approached you, not the other way around. He wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore if he didn’t get the hang of this. He was the golden-fucking-maknae. He needed to be good at this.

And so you ended up spending almost two hours together, just happily skipping rocks, until his crew called him back.

Oh, one more thing. 

He couldn’t exactly leave without giving you his number, right? Not when he had found someone more talented than him.

[forzalando]

Taking Chances ~ James Potter

(read the bolded part of the author’s note before you read the fic) 

A/N: holy fuck this is so long, I started writing and literally couldn’t stop. I love this so much and I hope you guys do too omg wow I LOVE this. it’s the longest thing I’ve written so far. like this literally took me hours oh GOSH I hope you all like it! especially the anon that requested a James fic. you said you trusted me to choose the plot so I hope I created something you love! this is an AU! they’ve already graduated Hogwarts, are 21-22ish, Remus and James are professors at Hogwarts, and Sirius is just traveling the world bc he’s mfn Sirius Black. yes I did steal part of the Zac Efron/Ashley Tisdale scene from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody but changed some words, so all credit to the creators of the show for that scene.

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Request: waitwait requests are open? how did i not know?? anyway, could i perhaps request a james potter imagine and leave the plot up to you? i trust you with this and really love your writing💛

Warnings: language, implied smut, angst, anger, stupid James, uh I think that’s it :)

Word Count: 2.7k

@thoseofgreatambition I promised to tag you, so here is your tag :)) leeann also helped me come up with this so thank you for your input, darling :))

Remus Lupin loved to meddle in the lives of his friends. Honestly, it was one of his favorite pastimes. All of it was for a good cause, of course, so when James Potter asked Remus if he could visit during summer vacation time, Remus took it upon himself to interfere with his best friend’s love life.

Remus’s plan involved you; his lovely muggle cousin, finished with three of your four years at university, and, Remus thought, a perfect match for James’s incessant flirting and rather cocky personality.

After graduating Hogwarts, Lily Evans left James for a man she met working at the ministry. James had dramatically stated to the Marauders that he was bound to spend the rest of his life as an eligible bachelor.

Your last relationship had ended over a year ago; he had cheated on you with your best friend, and you had written to Remus in multiple letters that you felt you were destined to be an eligible bachelorette for the rest of your days.

It could not have been a more perfect match.

You arrived at Remus’s home on a beautiful June afternoon, eager to spend the next few months with your favorite cousin. Although you were jealous of his magical abilities, hearing stories of his days at Hogwarts and stories from his current work as a professor brought you great joy.

Upon entering his home, you heard laughter coming from the living room that certainly did not belong to your cousin.

A man with messy, dark hair and glasses covering bright hazel eyes stepped into the foyer of Remus’s home and his gaze locked with yours. Immediately, you felt a tug at your heart and a warm feeling in your stomach, but you barely had time to acknowledge it before you were scooped up in a bone-crushing hug from your cousin.

“Y/N! My wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, Y/N! I’m so happy to see you, I hope your trip wasn’t too bad.”

You giggled as Remus twirled you around in his arms. Even though you were spinning in circles, you couldn’t help but notice the confused look on the face of the other man in the room once Remus set you down.

“So, Moony, you’ve got a secret girlfriend you didn’t tell us about?”

You gagged and glared at your snickering cousin.

“Oh gosh, gross, I’m Remus’s cousin! My mum is his mum’s sister, which makes me a muggle. But you won’t have to hide your magic around me, I’ve known for ages.”

You stuck out your hand and introduced yourself properly, and he did the same.

James Potter; a perfect name for the handsome man standing before you.

Remus had told you about his friends at school, and the names Sirius, James, and Peter had come up far more than any others. They were known as the Marauders, which you found slightly endearing but mostly just strange, and James seemed to be quite a character from the stories you had been told. Remus had also mentioned many times that you and James would be cute together, but you ignored him since you despised being set up.

“Right, well, I’m going to take Y/N’s luggage up the stairs to her room so keep her company, alright James?”

Remus quickly grabbed your things and ran up the stairs, leaving you alone with his friend.

“You know,” James said loudly, “there’s something about you that doesn’t sit right with me.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms while shooting him a glare. Remus had definitely failed to mention that his best friend was a pompous asshole, but you could handle yourself.

“Well you’ll be very happy to know that now the feeling is mutual.”

“I won’t pretend to be nice to you just because you’re my best mate’s cousin.”

“Lovely, because I won’t pretend to be nice to you just because you’re my cousin’s best mate. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

“Yeah, your shirt is inside out. You look ridiculous.”

You looked down and noticed that you had, in fact, put your shirt on inside out in your rush to get to your train this morning.

A fiery blush crept to your cheeks and you stomped up the stairs to find Remus crouching at the top, no doubt listening to the banter between you and his best friend.

“Well, that didn’t go exactly the way I hoped it would,” Remus mumbled.

“How did you hope it would go, Remus, please enlighten me.”

“Well, I was hoping you two would fall in love at first sight and that I could officiate the wedding.”

“Fat chance, Remus, he’s the most insufferable, annoying git I’ve ever met in my life.”

You left Remus sitting at the top of the stairs and locked yourself in his guest room. As you flopped down onto the bed, you told yourself that the frantic beating of your heart and the knot in your stomach were because you were angry, and not because you found James Potter undeniably and exceptionally beautiful despite his vicious tongue.

After a week at Remus’s, the tension between you and James was so thick, you had resorted to avoiding each other completely.

You ate breakfast with Remus early in the morning before James was even awake, and at dinnertime Remus saved you a plate and you ate after the two boys were finished.

Remus was more annoyed than he had ever been in his life, and tried many times to get you or James to sort things out with each other, but the two of you were so stubborn it was a waste of Remus’s time.

Besides, James had started everything so you were absolutely not going to be the one to apologize first.

The Saturday after you had arrived at Remus’s, you walked down the stairs to meet him in the kitchen for breakfast, but a face that did not belong to James startled you. You tripped over your own two feet, and let out a scream as you prepared to crash into the kitchen floor.

Before you could hit the ground, the arms of the stranger caught you and hoisted you to your feet. When you looked into the face of your savior, you were met with round, expressive grey eyes and a smirk that could rival James’s.

“You alright, there, love? Lucky I was right here to save you or you’d be sporting a nasty bruise tomorrow. I’m Sirius Black, and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, Remus’s stunning cousin.”

Before you could answer, James came bursting into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, why do you have to be so loud? Just because you can get up at the ass crack of dawn doesn’t mean everyone else can. Also, why is my best friend holding you?”

You felt Sirius’s arms loosen their grip on you, but he kept one slung around your waist and pulled you into his side.

“Oh, she tripped when she saw my handsome face, I couldn’t let her fall to the floor on my account, Prongs. And it’s not the ass crack of dawn, it’s ten in the morning.”

“Doesn’t matter, Padfoot, I don’t like to be woken up. I didn’t get to sleep until the sun was practically rising.”

“Oh, really, Prongs?” You heard Remus say from behind you. “Still staying up late thinking of Lily?”

You could have sworn you saw James’s eyes flicker towards you for a second, but he looked back at Remus so quickly you decided it must have been a trick of the light.

“No, Remus, not Lily.”

“So you were up late thinking of a different bird, then? Tell us all about this lovely woman, Prongs,” Sirius said as he gripped your waist even tighter.

“It’s nothing, Padfoot,” James spoke as his jaw clenched. “Let go of Y/N’s waist before you bruise her.”

“Oh, I could think of a much better way to leave bruises on her waist, but only if she’s up for it.”

You began to laugh at his comment, detecting the hint of sarcasm in his voice, but James’s eyes flared with anger and he stepped intimidatingly close to Sirius.

“You’re not funny, Padfoot, now let go of her.”

Your eyes widened in shock as Sirius’s arm left your waist. Apparently, the whole ordeal was hilarious to him and your cousin since they couldn’t stop laughing, but you were at a loss for words.

James quickly turned around and left the room, leaving you in a state of shock and his best friends doubled over in laughter and in tears.

Sirius took up residence on the couch and had stayed at Remus’s for the past few days. In that time, you had grown rather close to him. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive, but your feelings for him were nothing more than affection for a best friend.

You knew he felt the same, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with you every chance he got.

You were sat next to Sirius on the couch with your legs in his lap and his arm around your shoulders, while Remus and James sat on the floor playing Wizard’s Chess.

Sirius was whispering in your ear a story about a prank they had pulled in their sixth year at Hogwarts, when suddenly James shot up from the ground and knocked the chess board over.

“Fuck, you two are so inconsiderate. Did you ever think we don’t want to listen to the two of you giggling and whispering to each other? Merlin’s beard, it’s maddening.”

You shot up from the couch and got in James’s face, watching his eyes widen and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard when you began yelling at him.

“What the hell, James? I have done nothing to you but you seem hell bent on acting like an absolute dick to me! What did I do to make you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re insufferable and arrogant and I absolutely loathe you, James Potter. You absolutely have a problem and I want to know what it is.”

“I don’t have a problem with you, I have a problem with you flirting with my best friend!”

“That’s bullshit, you’ve been acting like a complete ass since before Sirius got here. I want to know what your problem with me is and I want to know now.”

“I JUST TOLD YOU I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH YOU!”

“Well then why don’t you like me? What did I do to you?!”

James took a step closer to you and ran a hand through his messy hair before letting out a frustrated scream.

“It’s the way you make me feel, that’s my problem.”

You took an angry step towards him and soon you were nearly chest to chest, screaming in each other’s faces.

“The way I make you FEEL? So my entire presence just pisses you off?”

“No, Godric, stop assuming things for five seconds will you?! I can’t breathe when you’re around, my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest, and I feel physically sick.”

“You’ve been a dick to me because you have a crush?”

“I reckon it’s more than a crush!”

“You’re an IDIOT, James Potter.”

“An idiot?! Well…you’re pretentious!”

“PRETENTIOUS? You’re intolerable!”

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?”

“I’m surprised someone as big-headed as you would think to ask!”

Within a fraction of a second, his hands were grasping at your waist and yours were tangled in his untidy hair.

It was messy and desperate; your tongues fought for dominance until he bit down on your bottom lip and pulled away slightly to place wet kisses on your jawline. His hands slid around to your backside and he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist.

“FOR MERLIN’S SAKE DO THAT IN PRIVATE OR AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL WE LEAVE THE ROOM, YOU TWO ARE LIKE WILD ANIMALS.”

You turned around to see Remus choking on air and Sirius wiping tears of laughter from his cheeks.

“What the hell, Moony?” James growled. “Why didn’t you two leave the room when we started snogging?”

“I wanted to see you guys confess your feelings so that I could gloat and say I was right about you two being perfect for each other, but instead of telling my cousin you fancy her your hands went to grab her arse right in front of me!”

“God, Remus,” you said exasperatedly, “would you and Sirius please leave the room?”

“Fine, fine, but if you shag on my couch I’m never speaking to either of you again!”

Remus escorted a still laughing Sirius into his kitchen and you turned back towards James to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, Y/N, I guess we should talk about what just happened…”

“Yes, we should, so you better start explaining.”

“Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole. Honestly, I’m so sorry. It’s just…well the last girl I loved left me for someone else and it fucking hurt. I never want to feel that way again. So, when I saw you standing in Remus’s house and felt the air leave my lungs and my heart skip a beat, I decided it would be a good idea to just make you hate me so I could save myself from another broken heart.”

“James Potter you really are an idiot; I hope you know that.”

“Gosh, thanks, Y/N, you really have a way with words.”

You started laughing and took a step closer to him so you could cup his cheeks with your hands. He reached up and brushed a stray hair from your eyes and then let his arm fall to your waist.

“I don’t want my heart broken again either, James. I was cheated on, I know how you feel, but didn’t anyone ever tell you that when you find someone that makes your heart skip a beat you should take that risk? At the end of the day, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.”

“You’re absolutely worth the risk, Y/N, and you are definitely a chance I am willing to take.”

“I’m delighted to hear you say that because I think we could be something great.”

“I think so too, Y/N.”

James leaned in to press his lips to yours once more, but before he could, Remus came running into the room with a huge grin on his face.

“I told you so! I told you so! Merlin, I can’t wait until the wedding, I’ll give the best speech ever, everyone will give me a standing ovation. It’s going to be absolutely brilliant.”

While Remus was animatedly telling Sirius all about his speech plans, James took your hand and led you up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in.

“Before Remus comes barging in, I’d like to ask you if you’d like to go to dinner tonight?”

“Like as a date?”

“No, as friends! Of course as a bloody date, Y/N. And you say I’m the idiot!”

“Well, I thought after that kiss we could skip the awkward dating stage and just go straight to being a couple.”

“That’s a great idea, but I’m still taking you to dinner.”

“Does dinner come with dessert?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“Of course, love, what would you like?”

“I was thinking I could have you for dessert, but there’s a small problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“I always have dessert before dinner,” you whispered as you reached behind you to lock the door.

“You do realize that Remus and Sirius are wizards and have known the spell to unlock doors since they were 11?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

“What is it with you, me, and taking chances?”

“I guess you make me brave. Now shut up and kiss me.”

[sophia1644]

Hot Water

Pairing: Theo x Reader (bc I'm theo trashhh) Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it's actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it's kind of heated so yeah) Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him. A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I'm LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;) HOT WATER I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I'd been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he'd be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him. I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn't like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text. I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he'd been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he'd changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense. My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face. I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind. I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer. I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott's number. It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. "Y/N?" A panicked voice asks. "Scott? What's wrong?" I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe. "Y/N, we're coming over to your place right now!" Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise. "Scott-" I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened. I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo's oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night. I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I'd rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside. After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I've ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep. Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I'm standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. "He'll heal, okay? Just remember that," he whispers. "What?" I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight. Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. "It'll be okay," she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response. As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he's basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster. He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo's arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he's trying to conceal his pain from me. I don't care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek. "Are- they h-" his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest. "Stop pushing yourself," I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. "And no, my parents aren't home. They're staying at some hotel for the night." He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. "Okay, let's just take it slow," I whisper and he nods again. Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him. "There you go," I encourage. "Only two more steps till the top." He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath. "You know I love you, right?" He states through uneven breathing. "You have no idea how much I love you," I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going. "Raeken, you're not quitting on me now," I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me. I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile. "The bathroom," I say. "I need to get him washed up." They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won't hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.) I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels. I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. "Are you good to deal with this on your own?" He questions. I scoff, patting him on the back. "If anyone can deal with Theo, it's me." "True," Scott laughs. "We'll all be just a phone call away." "Yeah!" Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves. "Anytime." He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him. I turn back to Theo, who's propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me. "What the hell happened?" I query. Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. "Trust me, you don't want to know." I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" "Trust me, Y/N," he remarks. "Whenever you take off my shirt, it's far from hurting me." My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. "Just saying," he laughs. "Raeken you're very lucky that you're injured right now." "The person in pain would say otherwise." I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath. "Sorry," I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. "It's okay, just finish undressing me." "Normally, we're in different circumstances when you say those words." "Oh, trust me I know," he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh. I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He's hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I'm able to hoist him up with little help on his part. "Fuck," he says incoherently. "How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?" Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words. I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup. Theo's fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. "Let me," I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him. I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face. The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. "I'll go get some bath salts," I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn't hurt for him to test them out. "Okay, just come back quick." My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response. I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately. I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me. Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there'd never be a day that I would get tired of the sight. "Y/N," Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. "Stop staring," he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me. "Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?" I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face. His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. "Theo!" I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched. "Sorry, but payback's a bitch," he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me. Theo's eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. "You're going to kill me," he growls. I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement. "Now who's staring?" I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly. "If it weren't for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of." "You're drooling, Raeken." "Please come in here with me," he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion. "I'll have to think about it," I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought. "Please," he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars. "Okay," I agree, his eyes lighting up. "But, only to scrub you down." Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo's back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin. I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo's back were way too underrated. I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo's mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. "Feel good?" I ask, my hands pausing. He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. "Don't stop," he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss. "Can you lean back for me?" I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others. I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn't stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him. I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuck," he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more. "I honestly don't deserve you," he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while. "You still haven't told me why you ended up like this," I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.

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Talk It Out {Boyfriend! Ten}

Pairing: Ten X Reader

Genre: Fluff: Bulleted Scenario

Request: “hey!! I love your blog, your stories honestly brighten my day. Could you do a boyfriend! ten au or a soulmate! johnny au? (Or both if u feel up to it lol) thanks in advance! ((:”

Word Count: 825

Summary: Meeting/Dating Ten is like...

okkkk let’s get started

ten is a dancer right

so he’s on this dance team

and you have a little brother who’s on the same dance team

so basically you always watch their performances and come to their practices because you are a supportive older sibling!!!

so when you go and watch your brother dance with his team, you always find yourself looking at a boy named ten

like his dancing is just so mesmerizing and his face is too

and you just had a very big crush on him

and it wasn’t even lowkey, it was super obvious

but he didn’t even notice

ok but sometimes when he’s dancing and you’re just in the crowd watching, his eyes land on you

and you’re looking at him too, right

so there’s some eye contact 

and it makes you all flustered and you’re like HE LOOKED AT ME

okay so your brother notices that you’re always staring at him with heart eyes

and of course you didn’t notice, but your brother notices that ten has heart eyes for you too

so he tries to set you up

so your bro and ten are best buds who practice dancing together sometimes

and one day your brother tells you to come watch him practice

so when you come you see that it’s just your brother and ten there and you’re like oh shit

you awkwardly say hi and then sit in the corner and watch

then the two of them decide to take a break

and your brother is like I’M GONNA GO GET LUNCH FOR US

and he leaves you two alone

and plot twist, your brother wasn’t getting lunch

he just left and locked the door

so you guys are waiting for your brother to come back with food but he’s taking a long time

so you try to step out of the room to call your brother

and that’s when you discover that you were stuck here

so you call your brother very angrily

and he says “talk it out, wink wink.” 

basically he won’t let you out until one of you confesses

so ten is like “what’s going on?”

and you tell him your brother locked you guys in here

and ten is like “why?” but afterwards he’s like “OH.”

so he confesses that he has a big crush on you and then you agree to date

and now the moment you’ve all been waiting for... boyfriend!ten

I think he would make a great boyfriend

I think dates would be really chill and laidback like you guys don’t have to spend a lot of money to have a good time together

like making chocolate together

and you gotta ask if he washed his hands

you guys can just cuddle while watching movies or just cuddle for fun

ten would be so snuggly

i feel like ten would like to be both the big spoon and little spoon, so you guys switch sometimes

oh yeah and i definitely think ten would prefer hugs over kisses

hugs are just so warm and cozy

oh sometimes he tries to be cute and cooks for you and at times it ends up disastrous but sometimes he does it really well?

he gets you to eat thai food with him

tries to make you eat spicy food whether or not you can handle it

MATCHING COUPLE ITEMS!!!!!

matching phone cases, sweaters, shirts, you name it

you guys also color coordinate your outfits so you can go everywhere in style

most stylish couple around

you guys would probably be like those instagram couples

i think if you guys ever went shopping together, you’d spend so much time at the mall because he loves clothes

he loves to hold hands with you

i know this thing is out of order because i’m just thinking of things as i go

but ten gets scared easily

if there’s a spider, you’re gonna have to kill it for him because there is no way he’s killing it

and you can’t ever watch scary movies with him because he gets too scared

ten says a lot of weird, funny stuff but you love it bc it’s cute

makes fun of you sometimes but you do it right back

and you call him short whether you’re taller or shorter than him

he would always try to act cute and even though it’s really cringey it is super cute

you would be like his biggest fan and supporter when you go to see him dance

and he’ll always try to find you and look at you when dancing

sometimes he tries to teach you how to dance

and like you suck but he never runs out of patience and tries to teach you anyways

speaking of

i don’t think ten gets mad easily? he just seems really patient and understanding?

always treats with you respect

i have now run out of things to say so bye

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