#srsly like a two minute walk

[coffeebanana]

fridge and stove were supposed to be delivered yesterday and now might not come until the 21st 🙃

[cheol-e-kat]

hi there dear would you consider writing more of neighbor cheol likethe pool one it was sooo hawwtttttttt plzzzz thank you for all your writing

haihaiiii so here's part two of neighbor cheol matching the freak of the mc wayyy too well - hope you enjoy ^^

♡ kat

╰┈➤ p.s. this is a part two, so here's [ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏 ] because it will not make sense without part 1, srsly [ and here's the master list for the series ]

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𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒑𝒕. 𝟐

pairing: choi seungcheol/ f!reader 

summary: seungcheol noticed y/n before the summer, but once summer starts, he can’t deny that he loves all the games she plays to get his attention or that he wants her just as much as she wants him

word count:  3.1k

genre: smut, neighbors au, summer au, age gap, older!cheol, college student!reader

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

warnings below cut

warnings: voyeurism (she knows, though - read part 1 if you don’t know), age gap, implied masturbation, fingering, food play, oral sex, cum eating, spanking, possessive behavior, penetrative sex, edging, messy sex

Seungcheol hadn’t exactly moved to the suburbs, instead, he was still inside the city, just in one of the historic districts. It was full of huge classic houses with tons of windows and faux tudor shapes, winding roads that made no sense, and bursting with greenery and beautiful flowers. 

He loved that all the houses were decorated with lights for the holidays and that there was actually a neighborhood school that kids walked to during the school year. Even his commute home was nice once he hit his neighborhood. He could sit at the same stop sign for fifteen minutes, but he also got to see all the flowers in bloom. 

And he loved his house. He loved the natural light and the way it had been updated to have a sub-zero fridge and a gas range, even if he rarely cooked, but the house still had a million pocket doors and gorgeous arches for all the rooms on the main floor. He loved the drive up the little green hill towards his house, especially in the spring - he could pop out for a quick drive, top down on his classic Mercedes, wind in his hair, and the early morning sun shining just for him. 

It was almost perfect. 

⋆.˚

Even his neighbors were nice, seemingly - he really had no clue. They were an older couple who seemed to travel a lot. He could never tell if they were home or not, except for the holidays - they seemed to be home then because they didn’t just decorate. It was an explosion of lights and wreaths and bows. They even had a party.

And he understood why. It was when their daughter came home for the holidays. He had seen her a few times, maybe more than a few. He had definitely noticed that her room faced his and that she didn’t seem to care about pulling her curtains closed when she did anything. 

He had seen too much of her - things he assumed most people didn’t see. Like the way she looked when she woke up with mussed hair to fumble for her glasses before she scrolled her phone for an hour. 

When he answered the door at the beginning of summer to see his neighbor with her daughter in tow - he tried to forget the number of dresses he had watched her try on in December. 

He especially wanted to forget that he had been disappointed when she hadn’t decided on the strapless red one that literally made her look like a gift he badly wanted to unwrap. 

He swallowed tightly as her mother introduced her. “And this is our y/n - she’s going to be house sitting for us, but since you’re new, we wanted to be sure you two met before we leave her all alone!”

He had smiled through it, even when he shook y/n’s hand. But he also, out of no where, lost his fucking mind and told her she was welcome to use his pool. Y/n had smiled at him so warmly at the invite that he almost felt like he needed to apologize then and there for unintentionally being a total creep. 

⋆.˚

It had maybe been unintentional the first time he happened to look up from his phone and see her changing clothes. But every time after that was on a sliding scale - from normal human curiosity to the depths of voyeuristic hell. And he had invited her to use his pool like an absolute idiot. 

He was too guilty to notice the way she smiled at him - he didn’t see the way her eyes followed him. He had no idea all the things she noticed about him, from his clothes and how well his shirt fit to his hairstyle and the scent of his cologne. 

He was too focused on ignoring the dress she wore and the way its neckline accentuated the size of her breasts. He didn’t need to know the shape of her waist or that she wasn’t wearing underwear. He might have died if he had known that detail. 

He spent the afternoon measuring his windows for blackout curtains. The only problem had been that she had done more than undress with her curtains open that night. 

It was more like she had known he was there in his own dark bedroom watching her, the same way actors knew there was an audience out beyond the stage lights, even if they didn’t look out into the crowd. 

She hadn’t looked out her windows. Instead, it was more like she made a clear effort to be seen. She moved slowly. She lingered too long. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

And it only got worse once her parents were gone. 

⋆.˚

He was sure she knew his schedule - when he left for the day, and when he came home. Even the days he tended to be late, she seemed to adjust things to account for his lateness. And then she would take to her stage, moving around her set and making sure he saw everything she wanted him to see. 

He wasn’t sure when he stopped feeling guilty about watching her. Instead, by the time she asked him if she could still use his pool, he had wanted to grab her then and bend her over the hood of his car. He could have fucked her fast and rough before he had even had his first sip of coffee. 

Seeing her up close was a completely different mood. It left him feeling a bit dazed. She was just as confident talking to him as she was when she stripped in her room. 

He didn’t ignore the way she stood closer than she needed to, or the way she playfully touched his arm when she spoke. He watched the shameless way she looked him over - her gaze lingering on his chest and arms several seconds too long. She was a little minx masquerading as some girl next door. 

The encounter only made that night sweeter. 

He didn’t feel any guilt then. He showered and dressed for bed, made a drink, and sat in the dark waiting for her to make her appearance. He knew she would undress for him before she showered. 

After her shower, she would come out in a robe that barely covered anything while her still-wet hair clung to her beautiful skin. She would pick out her underwear and a shirt to sleep in. 

He leaned back against his headboard at first, watching her before her shower, sipping his drink, and remembering the way she said his name so perfectly, like she had practiced, “Mr. Choi” had quickly become “Seungcheol.” She had smiled as she repeated it back to him - her pouty lips looking so pretty. He wondered how sweet she would taste. 

And after her shower, he watched every moment with his hand around his cock - her voice on repeat in his mind, “Watch me, Seungcheol,” he imagined her saying, “Watch me, daddy,” was what he wished she would say. His orgasm left him breathless. 

⋆.˚ 

His phone pinged every day to tell him when the back gate opened. He knew exactly how early she went to swim and when she left. 

He would have thought Friday was odd if she hadn’t stopped him that morning. He stared at the notification and thought of her asking to make him dinner. 

It was such a cute offer, but he also couldn’t help wondering what she wanted to happen that night. He couldn’t wait for it - genuinely, he had left early that day because he couldn’t focus on anything else. 

He had sat impatiently in his living room waiting for her. He was tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair he sat in when the doorbell rang. He had been considering texting her and asking if they could just order food. 

But she hadn’t stayed at the pool very long that day - he assumed that meant she was doing other things. 

And when he answered the door, it was obvious how she had spent the day. He was surprised that anyone would spend that much time planning and cooking for him. Especially the gorgeous girl next door who was taking care of her parents’ house for the summer. 

He felt bad for wondering what kind of underwear she had on.

⋆.˚

He almost couldn’t bear the fact that she had literally cooked a true meal for him. It was so sweet. And so was she. It made his teeth ache. He worried that he had been wrong about everything. 

Until he said she had gone to too much trouble, and she laughed, “I’m home alone all day - this was a fun distraction, plus your pool is so amazing and you’ve been so nice to let me use it,” she said, smiling. 

It was such a normal thing to say. But he couldn’t hold back anymore - he had to test the waters. He nodded, “How could I say ‘no’ to you, though?” He asked, his voice low and soft.

Her cheeks brightened at the question, “I mean it’s pretty easy actually - my Dad says ‘no’ to me all the time,” she smiled and went back to what she was doing. 

He watched her for a moment before speaking again. And when she looked back at him, he spoke again. “I’m sure you don’t do quite so much to try to please your Dad, though, do you?” he asked in a teasing voice. 

She considered it. “That’s not really my department,” she whispered, her gaze wandering from his face down the line of his body. 

He smiled - he was starting to feel comfortable. “No, you don’t want to make your father happy?” he asked, feeling like that wasn’t true at all, as he gave his drink a small swirl. She seemed like a total daddy’s girl. 

She pulled dishes from the oven. He would freely admit that everything smelled so good. He almost wished she were bad at cooking or that things smelled and looked less appetizing. He hadn’t had time for lunch that day. But he would happily skip a meal to eat her. 

She was quiet at first. Too quiet. He wondered if she was embarrassed. He felt the little thread of hope slipping away and moved quickly to grab it. 

He slid his arms around her and grabbed her hips gently as he leaned close to her, his lips grazing against her throat. 

“Does he know the kind of underwear you wear to bed?” he asked as his hands squeezed her hips possessively, “Does he know what a slut you are for my attention?” he whispered just beneath her ear, his lips dragging gently over her skin.

She moaned softly as his hands slid down the front of her dress, over her hips, and down her thighs as he hiked the fabric up and out of his way. He needed to know what underwear she had put on for him.

“What underwear are you wearing tonight, baby girl?” he whispered, his hands traced up the silky skin of her thighs to her panties - he felt the barely there satin that just covered her pussy. 

⋆.˚

He wasn’t sure how he made it through dinner after he knew how wet she was for him. Sitting across from her was only bearable because he was hungry, her food was delicious, and because she had genuinely cooked for him. 

He was too desperate by the time there was dessert. All he could think of was her - her moans and kisses, how soft her skin was and how sweet he thought her pussy would be. 

He couldn’t help himself as he pulled her down to his lap, kissing her hungrily as his hand slid back under her dress. She was even wetter than she had been before they ate. He couldn’t help the way he rushed to fill her cunt with his fingers. He needed to make her come.

He needed to know what it was like. The way her pussy sucked his fingers in and clamped down on them as her cum flowed for him was intoxicating. He had to taste her. 

He was quick to pick her up and put her on the table. He marveled at the way she lay back on the table for him, the way her legs parted. The way she licked cream from his fingers. 

He barely registered the idea of filling her pussy with the same sweet cream she used on the dessert, but the moment she licked his fingers clean, he knew just how he wanted to experience her sweetness. 

She was too perfect. She moaned and whined so sweetly. His cock ached to be inside her. But he had other thoughts - other things he wanted first. He wanted to make sure she understood who could see her if she wanted him the way she seemed to want him. 

She left her curtains open every night for him. And then she went running in the mornings and let anyone and everyone see her beautiful body. That hadn’t sat well with him for weeks. He had decided that no one else should get to see her that way. If she were going to be his, she needed to know she was for him.

And when he finished, he felt a bit bad when he saw how red and angry her skin was after he spanked her. She whimpered even at the softest touches. 

He carried her upstairs and helped her undress before sitting her gingerly on his bed. He leaned down, kissing her for a few moments before she pushed him back.

“Undress,” she whispered.

He smirked, “Right, that.”

She nodded, sitting back to watch him. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting it drop to the ground. He wasn’t in a rush.  He pulled off his undershirt. 

She sat up and caught his belt buckle. He grinned as she finished undressing him. “In a rush?” he asked sheepishly.

She nodded, glancing up at him. “Umhm.” 

He wasn’t prepared for the look on her face when she touched him. As she slowly traced her hands down his chest and stomach and hips - it struck him that she actually wanted him. She leaned forward to kiss his stomach and then she kissed his cock through his underwear before she pulled those off too. 

He gasped when she kissed the base of his cock and began to slowly kiss her way up his shaft - he watched her teasingly kiss and lick the head of his cock before he finally felt the perfect warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groaned at the feeling of her tongue tracing along the sensitive skin of his cock as she moved her head. He reached down for her, only to ground himself. 

He was close to coming when she suddenly pulled off him with a grin. 

“Evil,” he hissed, feeling robbed.

Her grin grew, “Maybe,” she cooed, “but you know you like it.” She bit her lip gently as she stared at him - her gaze was playful… hopeful.

He nodded and climbed onto the bed with her. He smiled at the sight of her lying in his bed, her hair haloed on his sheets. It was more than he expected. 

He leaned down to kiss her and to tease her with his dick - he let his head just press against her opening, barely entering her. She smiled through their kiss and pulled his hair gently. He knew what she wanted, but he was enjoying the painfully slow pace he was setting. 

When he finally sank into her, they both groaned. He was still for a few moments, just feeling how tight and warm she was for him. And then he finally moved, slowly, deliberately - he wanted to feel everything about her - about the moment if he were honest. He wanted it imprinted in his mind.

The second he felt like he was close to coming, he pulled out. She whined.

He bit his lip, “Mmh, I just want it to last,” he confessed.

She stared for a moment before reaching for him, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. They went back and forth that way - he pushed them closer and closer to the edge, holding them both there and pulling back just before either could fall.

He was covered in sweat - she was lying next to him while they kissed lazily. She leaned back to look at him and smoothed his bangs back from his face. “Good?”

He nodded, reaching over to tease her clit, which only made her glare as he moved back between her legs. 

“I hate you,” she laughed as he pressed his fingers into her - she moaned.

“Hmm, I think you’re loving this,” he whispered, watching her. 

She nodded, gazing at him, “Yeah, I am,” she murmured. 

He nodded. “Good,” he smiled. 

He pulled his fingers from her, and then he pushed into her slowly and ducked down to kiss her as he started to move his hips faster - it was the last time. He wanted to come - he wanted her to come. And when he finally felt it - felt her and the way she gasped and spasmed around him - it was unlike anything else he had ever experienced. 

It was like a flash and falling. Free-falling into absolutely nothing but perfect bliss. It was on par with what he imagined sex should be like, instead of what it normally was for him, boring. 

He would have passed out if she hadn’t dragged him into the bathroom - he had to have fallen asleep because the shower was already on and warm. She was all business as she cleaned him up - he got nothing but a few stray kisses. 

And then they were back in bed, cuddling and finally sleeping.

⋆.˚

He woke up to her leaning over him, poking his cheek gently. “What’s wrong?” he mumbled.

“How is your fridge virtually empty? There’s like a random coconut water,” she said it with a hefty amount of judgment. 

He sighed, “It’s not that serious.”

The look she gave him was withering. “Not serious? I need to go next door if I want to make breakfast - you don’t even have the basic ingredients” —

He pulled her down to him, cutting her off, “Noo - stay here,” he whined softly, “Just order stuff.” He stuck his hand out and felt for his phone. 

When he finally felt it, he unlocked and went to settings, turned off his passcode, and handed it to her. “Go nuts.”

She smiled, “Just like that?”

He nodded. “Just like that.” He had no other thoughts - she could do anything, spend anything, but he didn’t want her to leave, not unless she absolutely had to. 

a/n: i genuinely love how unhinged they are for each other - they would totally get married after she finishes college - she will spend all her holidays with him - man has already planned their life together AND so has she - they have a china pattern and an intense wedding registry - their astrology charts would be disturbing to anyone else outside of their relationship - they would def have kids and pets - and ultimately a very respectful give and take relationship that's actually really lovely and is totally 'until death' - life long love <333

♡ kat

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part ii (summer) seungcheol pov - 3.1k [ you've just read part 2 ]

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Mile High Club

iii x reader

Birthday gift for my lovely friend @leviethinsaint thank you for hyping me up everyday!! Have a bitchin birthday bestie 🫶🎂🎉

Warnings: Smut, complete ignorance of airplane safety. (Srsly, wear ur seatbelt on a plane)

tap tap tap

The sound of your footsteps echoed loudly down the empty airport hallway, the sound accompanied by the occasional squeak of the suitcase wheels. 3:00 AM, a truly horrid time to be awake in an airport, but blissfully uninhabited all the same.

A liminal space, these places always had an air of spookiness about them. Airports were made with large crowds in mind, the huge amounts of people lingering about in its huge hallways with vast windows showing the lights and bustling of the tarmac.

It was dark now, oppressing blackness pushing at the windows, no little lights to even indicate the airport was alive. A glance down at the ticket showed that your flight was indeed in an hour.

Humming along to the music pounding in your earbuds, trying in vain to ignore the nervous tension settling in your shoulders. Flying had never been your strong suit, you preferred not to fly at all if you could help it. However, driving 20 hours wasn’t going to be an option this time. So flying it was. Gross.

tap tap tap

More echoing footsteps before you finally get to the terminal. A wide room with windows on every wall, empty chairs in all directions. No people save for one long flight attendant standing at a podium, looking like she would rather be anywhere else than here.

“Hey,” the words are tired as you greet the attendant; you hadn’t slept at all the night before. “Just wanted to check that everything is all good with my ticket.” You showed her the boarding pass on your phone screen.

A raised eyebrow. “Your phone is locked.” She drawls in a bored tone.

“Oh fuck, sorry.” Sheepishly swiping to unlock the phone and turning it back to her, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

The attendant stares for a moment as she reads the information on the boarding pass. “Yeah, you’re fine.” Her tone is impatient, and you can barely see her roll her eyes as you put your phone away. “The plane will be boarding in 30 minutes so just… yknow,” she waves a hand flippantly, gesturing around at the empty area. “Sit wherever.”

“Thanks,” you grit out, annoyed at her attitude but ultimately understanding of the pains of the overnight shift at any job. She huffs and walks off towards the lone cafe still open down the terminal.

“Right cheery, isn’t she?” You whirl around, startled. You could have sworn all the seats in the terminal were empty….

But lo and behold, a man sits in one of the seats, a carry on and guitar case -slathered in stickers- shoved into the seat beside him. He’s all limbs, you notice, long arms and legs clothed in ripped black skinny jeans and a slightly oversized hoodie to match. Your eyes rake up and down what you can see of him till they finally flick up to his face. He’s smirking. Fuck, he definitely saw you eyeing him up.

“Ah yeah,” you squeak out, a flush rising up your neck at being caught. “I get it though, night shift and all.” Popping the earbuds back into their case, you sit down across from him and set your things down. “Guess I’m not the only one who got the late flight,” a chuckle as you gesture around to the lack of… well, everything.” He hums in agreement, then asks about some of the keychains you have on your bag.

The conversation flows easily between you two, almost entirely making you forget your fear of the impending flight.

All too soon, the grumpy flight attendant makes her way back and calls you two up for boarding. Immediately, your pulse quickens and sweat forms on the back of your neck as both of you hand over your passes and start walking down that little rickety hallway towards your doom.

“Are you alright dove?” iii asks, noticing how quick your breathing has gotten, and how your hand is clenched so tightly around the handle of your bag that the knuckles have gone white.

“Yeah just uh… not so good with flying.” You explain, voice small as you both approach the door of the plane. He softens, and reaches over to place a hand over yours, threading his long fingers with yours to loosen your death grip on the bag straps. “Don’t worry darling, I’m sure I can find ways to… distract you.”

And oop, there goes your mind straight into the gutter.

Stuck in your r-rated thoughts, you barely even notice greeting the lone pilot of the plane, nor the way that iii steers you to your seat, but you definitely notice his warm hand on the small of your back as he guides you forward.

A muffled curse from iii snaps you out of your haze, turning around to see him awkwardly hunched over and rubbing the top of his head from where he had smacked it on the overhead bins. “Pffft, are you okay?” You giggle as you guide him down into the seat, teasingly holding a hand above his head to protect it from further harm.

Soon after you get settled, the pilots voice comes over the intercom, spouting off the usual welcomes and flight information. You sit ramrod straight as he goes through the safety speech, eyes scanning the pamphlet while iii struggles to fit his long ass legs comfortably in the cramped seats. A hilarious sight that you chuckle at, causing him to send a half hearted glare your way.

“Yeah yeah, laugh away at my misery.”

The plane rumbles underneath as it begins its journey to the runway. A small whine leaves your lips as the speed starts to increase, squeezing your eyes closed.

“Hey, look at me darling, it’s alright.” you can hear iii’s gentle voice calling to you, but you shake your head, not trusting that you wouldn’t pass out upon seeing the tarmac speed by.

“Darling, I said,” his voice is a low, husky growl. His hand snakes up to grab your chin, pulling your face away from the window. “Look at me.”

And oh, does that do things to you. Your eyes shoot open to meet his, jaw dropping a tiny bit at his commanding tone.

“That’s good, love,” he purrs, thumb caressing the skin of your bottom lip. “Just focus on me.” You aren’t sure if the swooping motion you feel is from the plane or the way he stares so intently at you.

“See? So much easier to look at me than out there.”

You nod, mind racing a thousand miles, but not about how high you are up in the air, more so how high you are at the feeling of his hands on you.

“Do you want me to distract you, beautiful?”

The ding of the seatbelt light chimes overhead, an ironic verbal confirmation as you nod eagerly.

He’s like a dog to a bone with how fast he reaches over to unbuckle your seatbelt, grabbing at your waist to pull you to straddle his lap. You settle eagerly against him like you belong there, reaching your hands down to shove them under the hem of his hoodie to feel his toned stomach.

He leans forward, capturing your lips against his in a bruising kiss. Hands gripping your hips as he grinds up into you.

“Fuck,” iii mumbles breathlessly, pulling back to suck marks into your neck.

You whine, rocking your hips against his hardening cock growing in his jeans. He hisses, hips jerking as his hand fists in your hair, tugging your head back.

“Naughty thing,” he chuckles, eyeing the way your eyes roll back in your head at the sharp tinges of pain in your scalp, mouth dropping open to let out a moan.

His hand quickly claps over your mouth as he shushes you. “We wouldn’t want them to hear, now would we?”

At this point, you could care less. All you want is to feel him inside you.

“Please, iii…” you whine, shifting your head to pop a few of his fingers into your mouth, tongue caressing them wetly.

He groans, and you can feel his cock twitch in its confines. “Alright love, I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.” He coos, hand reaching down to unbuckle his pants, shoving them and his boxers down. His cock slaps against his stomach, long and slightly curved, glistening with precum.

You do the same, shifting to allow him access to pull your pants down to your ankles, not even nothing to kick them all the way off.

You’re back against him in an instant, reaching down to find his cock, watching with rapt attention as he bucks into your fist, soft pants falling from his lips as he buries his face into the side of your neck. “Baby…” he groans.

The angle is awkward, his legs squished into the limited legroom as he tries to maneuver into a more accessible position. After a few muffled curses and some giggles from both of you at the absurdity of it all, it quickly turns to hushed groans as he finally slips his cock into your tight heat.

“Fuck.. you feel so… god..” he stumbles over his words as he bucks up into you, lost in the way you clench around him.

You lean forward to kiss him again, lips slotting together messily as you muffle your squeals. iii kisses like he’s devouring you, all tongue and teeth, nipping at your lips when he pulls back to breathe. You’re completely lost in the feeling as he rolls his hips, setting an almost desperate pace.

“Fuck I can’t, I can’t.. I-“ his breath hitches as he feels you clench around him in a vice grip, your teeth latching into his shoulder as your release hits you. Your nails scratching against his abs, the sensations are all too much for him.

“Please let me cum inside you, I can’t, I can’t hold it, please!” He begs, arms trapping you to his chest as his cock fucks up into you, wet slapping noises filling the empty plane. In response, your hands thread their way through his blonde hair, yanking his head back just like he had done to you before.

He releases with a broken gasp, pulling you down further onto his cock as he fucks his cum into you, that delicious heat filling your core. You can see the corded muscles in his neck straining as he grinds desperately against you.

You stay that way for a moment, catching your breath as you both shiver at the elation coursing through. He makes no move to remove himself from inside you, content to lean back and move your sweaty hair back from around your face. You nuzzle into him, utterly boneless.

Neither of you noticed the plane making its descent for the past minute, wheels hitting the ground with multiple harsh thuds. Thuds that bounce you in iii’s lap as his hands grip you against him, both of you moaning out at the overstimulation that has his cock hardening inside you in an instant.

You share panicked looks as you reluctantly yank yourself off him, grimacing lightly at the flood of cum that drips down your legs. iii dresses hastily, yanking his pants back up and helping you get decent right before the pilot makes his way back to help with the bags.

“See?” iii whispers into your ear, hand entwined with yours as you both exit the plane. “Told you I could distract you.”

His voice is too smug.

A quick check of yet another vacant terminal, and you pull him into the nearest bathroom, fully intent on wiping that damned smirk off his face.

[tryingtofindava]

Hi! I saw your requests are Open. Can you do small cuddle hcs for the main 4 marble hornets boys! Maybe the reader(they/them pronouns!) is just a very cuddly,really physically loving person and the boys go with it (lord knows some of them need a hug or two)(And maybe things can get a lil steamy w Tim [hes my favorite])

Thank you in advance

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞��𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧���*ೃ༄

(Includes: Jay, Brian, Tim, Alex, Jessica.)

: ̗̀➛Back to source

a/n: adding home gurl Jessica bcs she needs more appreciation 🫡 OH AND IT GET A TAD STEAMY W TIM LMAO :33 reader is gender neutral!!

╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

He definitely returns your affection!! He’s just as much of a snuggle bug.

30% of the time you guys are laying somewhere wrapped in each others limbs as you two have a snooze.

Letting you wear his hoodie as you guys cuddle too (just don’t ask about the stains)

And when he wants to cuddle…

God does he make it obvious.

Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, as he waits (somewhat) patiently. If you keep him waiting the chances are you’re definitely not gonna be able to finish what you were doing until a few hours or so.

And when you guys are cuddling. It’s gonna take a lot to get you guys up and functioning again.

“Five more minutes…”

He gonna be procrastinates a lot of the time just to snuggle with you some more lolz.

He will out do the doer (which is you).

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

He was definitely a bit iffy at the start of the relationship. He honestly didn’t know what to do with your constant affection.

He wasn’t used to it after all :(

But, now it’s the thing he looks forward to most after frustrating operator bullshit. Walking through the front door and sluggishly trailing over to your shared room.

Opening the door to see you already peacefully asleep, slightly stirring as he laid down next to you.

Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer and pressing kisses up your neck, nibbling slightly.

You turn around grinning at him, pulling him closer as you two share a passionate smooch. Pulling you up to straddle his hips.

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞

Another one who doesn’t know what to do with the affection.

✨T R A U M A T I S E D M E N C O R E✨

It’ll take a LOTTA time for him to ease up fully on it. Just try to give him announces of your love slowly.

And when he does get into it, he’ll be expecting to get at least 3 to 6 hugs a day, everyday.

Not the biggest fan of cuddling while trying to sleep though, but he’ll settle for holding hands. (even when his starts to get all clammy)

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

He remembers the first time you ever hugged him. He remembers so vividly tearing up and wrapping his arms around you.

Burying his face between the crook of your neck as he just… stood there with you in his arms, and him in yours.

He’s always on the lookout for your affection, knowing he’ll always receive it.

AND HE SPOILS YOU WITH HIS AFFECTION TOO!!

Like Tim, he also is ALWAYS bubbling for them night time snuggles. Once you two are comfy, you ain’t getting up.

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞

Pro cuddler.

She’s so quick to accommodate to your affection and needs.

You guys could be cuddling on the couch, a bed, the brand new fluffy rug, and she makes it the best experience possible.

Running her fingers through your hair, humming to you, as she rocks you slightly.

Nah cuz srsly her cuddles are life changing.

It’s like sleeping on fluffy clouds on a warm sunny day.

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

ALSO CONSIDER ANOTHER BASED OFF A SONG:

kiss you by one direction.

ranboo is crushing, but reader is a teeny tiny bit oblivious. ranboo is always finding ways to hold onto reader, touching them, holding their arm/hand, touching their shoulder, fixing their hair for them, etc etc. one day, maybe after talking to wilbur or phil, ranboo finds the god damn courage to go out with them privately and say "please, just let me kiss you."

SORRY IM BRAINROTTING IN YOUR INBOX ILY /p

, kiss you ! ୨♡୧

ranboo x gn!reader (they/them pronouns for y/n)

warnings: the most adorable fluff you'll eva read ♡

a/n: ladies and gentlemen, joy is now supporting us with some amazing brainrot once again !!! srsly @heiijoy has the best requests /gen go read their works !! ♡

words: 965

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One thing that was obvious about Y/n was that they were incredibly oblivious and carefree. In times, that was very useful, especially as they were a streamer with a larger fanbase and community. In other times, it wasn’t as.. Helpful. Especially when their best friend of 3 years had a crush on them. And their best friend was indeed, Ranboo. 

Ranboo had always considered themselves a “hopeless romantic”, someone who believes in love no matter what relationships or situations they’ve been through personally. Ranboo always tried to be near y/n, doing at least something with him. He constantly tried to give small little hints to y/n that he had a crush on them, but most of the time, those hints would click inside other people’s brains, and not y/ns, leaving Ranboo to get teased by his friends. He would constantly leave very obvious gestures to y/n, but nothing seemed to work.

During Vidcon panels and restaurants, Ranboo would always sit right next to Y/n, purposely making sure that their hands, legs or arms were touching in some way. If Ranboo, Y/n and some other people were walking to go somewhere, Ranboo would also offer y/n his hand or arm to hold onto, and he would be a blushing and stuttering mess if Y/n accepted. Although, y/n’s oblvious self would assume Ranboo was acting that way because of the weather or some random thing. 

During a convention that Y/n and Ranboo were speaking at together, Ranboo and Y/n hung out backstage along with Wilbur, Tommy and Niki. Tommy and Niki were talking, and Wilbur was grabbing water to drink before the panel. Y/n was scrolling through Twitter, laughing at the tweets in the Twitchcon panel hashtag from the audience. 

“Hey, Y/n, come ‘ere for a second.” Ranboo spoke.

Y/n looked up from their phone and shut it off before shoving it in their pocket. They came a bit closer to Ranboo. “What’s up?” they said.

Ranboo’s cheeks had a bit of a red hue to them, wishing in his head that Y/n couldn’t notice. He reached his hands up into Y/n’s hair, tucking away a few strands behind their ear. Y/n sucked in their breath, and Ranboo swore he saw a bit of tint on Y/n’s ears. 

Ranboo pulled away his hand. “There.” he smiled.

Y/n smiled back at the tall boy in front of them. “T-thank you.”

Wilbur looked over at Ranboo and Y/n, moving his eyes back and forth between the two. He finally settled making eye contact with Ranboo and raised an eyebrow. Ranboo sighed and felt blush rise onto his cheeks once again. He looked back over at y/n quickly, and pulled out his phone.

After the panel, Wilbur and Phil texted Ranboo to come meet them in one of the creator lounges, and I quote reader, “In private.” Usually when Wilbur or Phil say something like that, it’s usually meant as “We need to talk/ask you about something” (it’s worse when it’s both of them say ‘in private’!) 

Ranboo sucked in his breath and headed over to the destination they were supposed to meet at. Ranboo finally got there after 10 minutes of walking, and saw Wilbur leaning against the wall talking to Phil as Phil drank his cup of coffee. 

Ranboo walked over to the two men and cleared his throat. “So, what did you want to ask me.. In private?” Ranboo said.

Wilbur looked over at Phil. “When were you going to tell us that you and Y/n are dating?”

Ranboo’s eyes widened. “U-uh, we’re not dating.” Phil raised an eyebrow.

“I promise you, we’re not together!” Ranboo responded, raising his arms up in defense. 

Phil spoke up. “If you’re always acting like that towards Y/n, and you two aren’t dating, then I assume you have a crush on them, correct?”

Ranboo’s mouth tightened. “You can tell us, you know. We’re basically your family.” Wilbur added, smiling.

Ranboo looked at both of them and sighed. “Yeah, I think I do like them..”  The smile of the two men’s faces could not be wiped off throughout any of that day when Ranboo and Y/n were anywhere near each other.

Reader, ever since that day, when Ranboo was basically forced to tell Phil and Will about his admiration for y/n, let's just say his head was even more filled with thoughts of y/n. Now, before the conversation with Wilbur and Phil, he already was swarmed with thoughts already. But now, it was even more than usual, to the point where he would tell himself to stop and clear his mind a bit before continuing to whatever he was doing. He knew it was a sign to tell y/n, and he finally brought himself to do it.

Ranboo and y/n were walking alone on the Brighton shore, watching the waves crash along the sand and their feet. The sun was slowly setting into a beautiful shade of baby pink and tangerine with the daisy yellow sun painting the horizon.

Ranboo and y/n both stopped in their tracks and sat down on the rocky floors of the shore and admired the beautiful sunset in front of them. Ranboo sighed and looked over at y/n.

"I love you, y/n." Ranboo spit out quickly, almost tripping over their own words. Blush rose to Ranboo's cheeks at what words he spoke, as he meant to say them a little later on in the evening but couldn't hold his tounge back.

Y/n looked over in surprise.

"Shit, I-I. I do love you y/n. Gosh, I just wanna take you anywhere you like, and show you off to everyone, and j-just-." the boy stuttered.

"Want to what?" Y/n said, smiling.

"Please, just let me kiss you."

"Kiss me, then." y/n spoke back.

And they did, reader. They did.

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oh my garsh this is too cute for me to handle !!!!! 😭 /pos

thank you so much @heiijoy, my very lovely moot, for sending this ask in! its a bit late, so sorry abt that!

my requests are still CLOSED, im just currently clearing up my drafts/inbox and writing whatever i feel like if i have the motivation to do so :]

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[taegularities]

Riiiiiiid can i have a teeny tiny request when/if you can answer this. When oc was missing, what was going through jk’s head? Like did he thought she left him, got kidnapped by her parents, got into an accident, etc? Just wondering what’s fuelling his fear. Amazing lovely chapter! Srsly chefs kiss 🙌🏻

genre: est. rel. 🥺 fluff, angst wc: 1.3k 🤭 a/n: this turned into a legit drabble LMAO i'd be over the moon if you guys lmk what you think of this lil mess and whether i did a good job? :] not proofread <3

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if jungkook had the power to undo this, what would he do differently?

hours ago, when you left the apartment.

perhaps he'd handle you with caution. realise that his fret means nothing, and that nobody else defines your relationship but him and you.

maybe he would let you know that he's stuck to you like superglue, no matter what. that he goes insane when you don't show signs of life. and that you're stitched into all crevices of his heart, permanently.

perhaps reacting in such a way could've changed the chain of events today. whatever happened, maybe you could've reached out, rushed to him. instead, you were hidden in a bathroom minutes ago, door locked and a barrier between the two of you.

even now, your mind roams in far distance. waiting for a line to appear or not; and the approaching result fills him with fear. not because he in particular dreads it – but because you do. sniffling, drying your tears, shaking.

jungkook isn't stupid, so he won't tell you how you affect him. how your pain becomes his burden, too, and how he wants the moment to pass, so your tremble stops.

life didn't pain you enough, it seems. something or someone in the skies above is being unfair.

it hurts. it hurts. it fucking hurts.

and on top of everything, jungkook's own ache, courtesy of his overthinking, still lingers. how he wondered if you'd left him. or hoping you weren't hurt. praying that you were unscathed, not a victim of the world's carelessness.

he can't tell you, though. and he doesn't.

not when the minutes pass and jokes are exchanged. not when you explain why you never came home. and not when only one line appears, pushing you into another sobfest that only his arms heal, slowly and carefully. bit by bit.

you're so warm against him. so innocent and relieved, seeking a cure in him to diminish the former pain. you hold onto him so tight, quivering more than ever, crying tear after tear after tear.

jungkook doesn't think he's ever felt such a firm, solid crack splitting his heart. because you don't deserve this.

you're his gentle, enthusiastic girl, aren't you? thrilled about countryside weddings and glued-on stars. you do not deserve this.

your transparent emotions punch him in the guts even when you've bid eun goodbye. and the very next moment, as he comes to a stand in front of the entrance, stalling the drive back home, he feels something stir in him, too.

the same as before when you opened the bathroom door. the same intense yearning clogging up his throat. because when he looks at you now…

tear-stained cheeks. red eyes. yet, a soft smile assuring him that you're okay again…

he knows now. he knows.

"angel..." he voices, and you lift your falling eyelids, endless tenderness in your gaze.

his heart combusts. nervous fear fills his entire being, so worried you might walk away or cry again or be scared off or… or…

tell her.

she might know anyway.

the voice keeps urging him. wants to bare his thoughts, pull them out of his mind.

tell her.

but he doesn't. instead, he calms the brittle organ beneath his chest, eyes blinking his secrets away before he says, "nothing. let's go home."

and he admits now. barely half an hour later, he admits that his choices aren't always well thought out. because how did he manage to pain you again?

crying in front of him, in the middle of the living room, much like… what? a mere month ago. asking him what's wrong; getting back a confused nothing.

he covers his face when you inquire whether he's sure, rubbing it before he responds, "yeah. tired, is all. worn out from the stress."

"i'm sorry."

god. no.

there's no fault in anyone right now. there's no misery, just… realisations. revelations.

"no," he starts, "it's okay."

you swallow, and then argue, "i don't think it is. tell me what you're thinking about."

but how does he tell you? because his words wouldn't suffice. and he doesn't quite know whether the moment's right. how does he unveil something to you that'll never do justice to what he truly feels?

"nothing, baby," he answers; he's being so stupid, "please go to sleep."

but you don't falter. "is it because of the pregnancy scare? or because i didn't call you. i scared you."

"no. it's nothing like that."

he waits.

fuck… he could throw up. you're here, so close, waiting for a response, and he's panicking, nervous, insecure, and… and…

so in fucking love.

"just go change into something comfortable, angel," jungkook gently orders, fuelling the craze in his jumbled mind, "or do you want to eat first? i can get you some food to the bedroom, too."

you shake your head, digging, "i want– you to tell me what's wrong."

but it's not easy. wording feelings has never been easy.

he groans quietly, keeping his foot from tapping the ground. if he told you now… would you react in kind? would you walk away? if he told you now, would you push him away or pull him closer?

shit, shit, shit.

his head falls between his shoulders, fingers grazing his wrinkled forehead, heaviness behind it, "what do i tell you?"

"just. was it… is it seokjin? i won't talk to him if you don't want me to."

god, if you knew…

that seokjin long took a backseat in his head. he would've barely been able to remember his name right now, because his mind is so painfully filled with the same damn things revolving around you.

with the same word, over and over again, repeating in a circle and as a plea.

"that's not it," he promises.

"it's not…?"

"babe… i don't care about him. i stopped caring ten minutes later."

he explains the agitation this morning; explains the far graver evening, how it overshadowed each word uttered in that stupid argument. how you drove him crazy today.

fearing, craving, pining.

wondering if you'd be coming back, if he'd ever get the chance to tell you that you carry his heart with you wherever you go.

and maybe that's exactly what he should do.

right.

enough of this idiocy.

he stands, stepping closer. his voice is unsteady when he calls your name, shaking fingers carding through his hair. he sighs, and then inhales a breath to give his lungs something. to lift the burn.

jungkook prepares his mind for the best and the worst for only a moment before everything goes blank. and then, finally, he realises that, first and foremost, he doesn't need an immediate reaction.

he just needs you to know.

"what is it then?" you still question, tears falling freely, "fuck, just. just say it, please."

your hand curls into a fist, and he rushes to grab your wrist; tugs you into him, a palm on your back. pushing you closer, trying to press his affection into you, and all misery out of you.

he holds your head, holds you right there, lets you cry into his shirt.

and then, he admits, "i'm not good with words, baby. and i don't know how to ever properly verbalise something like this."

"what? verbalise wh–"

then again, does he not know?

no. he does. he just doesn't think it'll ever suffice. ever.

because what he feels doesn't belong to this mundane world. it isn't ordinary; transcends normalcy. no, to him, it appears like something out of a fairytale.

this is what songs are written about; what love stories and novels and movies speak of. the exact rhymes present in poetry. jungkook doesn't have the vocabulary that poets possess.

can't truly explain what you elicit, and what you mean to him, and how insane you make him, and how he wants to hold you and freeze this moment forever, and…

and how he's never been as certain about anything as about–

"i love you."

no… he doesn't need you to answer immediately.

he just needs you to finally know.

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:'''))))) i have nothing to say except. thank you for this lil request. i am in tears and will go hide in the bathroom now. <3

[jr-acrux101]

Rebirth - Ch. 9 : CHAOS

Jasper Cullen × OC 《- Chapters

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: House arrest lifted, shopping, and death...?

*ignore Alice for the gif - could not find one of him mad by himself*

As the pair headed to class, the rumors spread to the faculty by the end of the day. Amora felt a knot in her stomach when she heard the secretary tell her the latest gossip that involved her daughter. She grabbed the phone and texted her daughter.

'Mija be honest

Are you dating the Hale boy?'

Amora stared at her phone in her office. It took Aurora 30 minutes to answer. She was in class before asking to use the bathroom.

'No why?'

'Aren't you in class!

Why are you texting!?'

'You texted me first, in class...

And i went to the bathroom

We are watching a novela in class'

'A novela ? Really?'

'Yea the teach thinka itll help with our comprehension of convos'

'Oh...'

'Yea...'

'So you not going out with him?'

'Well no

1) im grounded

2)im grounded

3) he has to wait til im ungrounded'

'Want to be grounded til college?'

'I was kidding- kind of

But srsly were not

He wants to but i said to wait til im ungrounded.'

'Hmm.'

'Yea... okay going back to class. Love u!'

'Love you too cariño'

Aurora headed back to class, mind racing of her mother knowing of the high school drama. She walked into what felt like another brick wall, but alas, it was another Cullen. Emmett, if she remembered correctly.

"Hey there small fry."

Aurora squinted at the insult? She wasnt sure what that was but she wasnt going to bother to ask.

"Hey there big mac?"

He huffed a laugh, grinning as he said, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Shouldn't you be too?"

"Touche." With a wink, he walked off, and Aurora did the same. She swore to her grave that the Cullens were super fucking weird sometimes, but she shrugged as long as they weren't killers.

Friday rolled around with lingering touches and playful banter during class. It was lunchtime, and Jessica and Angela were buzzing with excitement. "Hey, do you guys want to come dress shopping with us in Port Angeles next weekend?"

"Isn't Prom like months away still?" Bella asked confusedly.

Jessica rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh, "Yes exactly, we got to go now to get the best dresses."

Bella had an idea pop into her head. "Sure, we'll go!" Aurora shot her a look but went along as she nodded yes.

Bella gave a grin, and Aurora sighed. As the school day ended, Aurora remembered something.

She pulled Bella to the side. "Um we're still grounded."

"Fuck youre right."

"We can still ask?"

"Uuh... I guess. I seriously doubt we'll be allowed, though. Well, at least I won't."

Bella blew out air and nodded. "If you or we can't, it's okay. We can go when our grounding sentence ends."

Jasper saw the two girls scheming but left them to their own antics. He waved bye and winked towards Aurora. Bella looked over from her gaze and gave a small wave towards the man who made her friend into putty. He smiled and waved back. She never really thought about it, but Jasper and Aurora made a cute couple. Opposites attract that type of thing. With her soft and seemingly warm personality and his dark western bad boy look… they weirdly fit.

As the duo got dropped off, they waited for Amora and Charlie to come home.

Around 8, Charlie arrived, Amora welcomed him home, and they sat at the dining room table with coffee, and she reheated his plate. They girls waited til Charlie ate before asking.

They slowly made their way to the table. Charlie finished dessert, and Amora side eyed the two of them.

She filled the silence, "What do you two want?"

They gave a sheepish look. Charlie spoke, "If this is about plans, nope. You're grounded."

They gave a dejected look, and Amora rolled her eyes. "Charlie's right. But what were you two gonna ask?"

Bella gave Aurora a look, which she rollled her eyes to. "We we're gonna ask to go dress shopping with Angela and Jessica for prom next weekend in Port Angeles... we know we're still grounded, but we thought it wouldn't hurt to try and ask."

Charlie and Amora shared a look. "Next week, right?"

The girls nodded, Bella's sentence would be up more or less up by then, but Aurora still had a week to go. Amora looked at her daughter. She's heard worst stories of drunk teenagers, and she knew in her heart that that was the only time she ever drank. Aurora, her daughter; the straight A student, the artist, the... growing teenager.

"Okay, fine. Bella will not be grounded by then, and Aurora yours will be up too. Just please, no more drinking in the woods. I know you guys are teenagers and that it seems fun, but it's dangerous. Not only that, it's in the woods, which is even more dangerous. You two need to stick together if , god forbid, that ever happens again. Promise me that that is the last time we will ever hear such nonsense?" Bella was bemused. She had hardly been scolded by her mom and less so her dad. As long as she was breathing and fine, then that was the end of it, really.

"Yes, Mama."

Amora turned her gaze to Bella. It was strong but warm. She found herself nodding, and Amora smiled.

"Okay. Go finish your homework, Charlie, and I will make cookies. Oh, and your appointments are on Monday at 1, so Charlie is going to take you two to see Dr. Cullen."

The girls nodded and headed to Aurora's room, ecstatic. Charlie looked at Amora, who just smiled at him. "So should we tell the girls?"

Amora shrugged. "I'm sure they worked it out by now Charlie, they're smart girls."

"Yeah. You're right."

Comfortable silence took place, and Charlie and Amora held hands and drank their coffee in peace.

Jacinda saw the two and smiled, 'Finally after 9 years,' she thought to herself.

The girls were all but jumping for joy. Excited to br off house arrest, basically.

"Okay, so the real reason I want to go is to find abook about vampires. There's a shop close by that is run by another native tribe and they have books on this!"

Aurora nodded. "That makes sense. Okay, let's do that, we'll shop and pick something out to incase my mom and Charlie ask and then go to the store."

Bella nodded. "Perfect."

After some cookies and small chatting with Amora and Charlie, the girls returned to the room and slept. Aurora felt Bella shift beside her. She rose when Bella did. She turned to her head to the corner to what Bella was seeing and saw a figure. She blinked, and it was gone. She shook her head.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked groggily.

Bella layed back down, "Bad dream." Was her hoarse reply. Aurora nodded, a bad feeling pooling in her stomach.

The pair fell back asleep, and Edward watched from the treeline. His head was in the back by Rosalie. "Are you serious?" He groaned. "I'm telling Jasper." He groaned again and followed as she dashed home.

The next follwoing days passed, neither of the girls seeing their love interest.

Jessica sunbathed, "Yeah, the Cullens always leave when the sun is out to go hiking and rock climbing. Tried that with my parents, and it was a no-go, of course." She rolled her eyes and continued on. Angela nodded at her statement, "Yeah, it must be nice though, family bonding, I guess." Aurora nodded, and Bella did as well.

'Fishy.' The girls simultaneously thought.

On Wednesday, Aurora brought the paper Jasper left in your notebook. She was starting to worry, but if this was the norm, then everything had to be alright, right? She entered the number and started to text.

'Jaz?'

'Who is this?'

She giggled. 'Who do you think?'

'Princess?'

'You call every girl you give your number to Princess?'

'Maybe I do.'

'Hmm I guess I got the wrong number, I'll throw the note you left in my sketchbook away then.'

'Little miss'

'Sorry that doesn't ring a bell?'

'Real funny Princess.'

'Hmmm... still no bell...'

'Aurora.'

'You know now that I think about it you don't use my actual name much.'

'Hmm. Really?'

'Yup :P.'

The bell rang. 'Gotta go, to school, ya know.... the thing you've been missing.'

Her phone buzzed again, but she couldn't check it. Class droned on and on and on til she was finally able to check her phone.

'Do you want me to call you Aurora instead?'

'I like your nicknames but I would like you to call me by my name I like you voice, I'd probably like it more whenever it says my name lol.'

The end of the day rolled by, Bella and Aurora said bye to the two other girls as they headed out of the school building.

'Gotta go :( still grounded.'

'Omg! I forgot to tell you since you haven't been in school but it lifts this weekend! '

'Thats great :) I guess I have to get ready to ask huh?'

'Yup okay bye see ya hopefully tomorrow ♡.'

'Bye Princess

...

♡.'

"You texting your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend, and yes, yes, I am."

"You think if you ask if he's a you-know-what, he'll tell you?"

"Um, probably not. He'll probably have to like kill me after since I'm sure it's like a secret Bells."

Bella nodded her. "You're right. He'll suck you dry."

As the night passed, Jasper watched her from afar. He heard a twig snap behind him. "Spying too?"

"I'm not spying." Huffed an angry Edward.

"Yeah, and trees aren't green."

Edward saw Aurora touch Bella, and her thoughts went quiet. He furrowed his eyebrows but didn't comment. The sibling duo watched the girls, Jasper could feel the happiness radiate off their room, especially Aurora's.

Aurora could feel the eyes on her but didn't comment. When she left go if Bella, Edward heard her mind. 'It feels like someone's watching us.'

"Let's go." Jasper gave him a look."You're hyper-aware girlfriend can sense us."

"Really?" He gave a grin at her sharpness.

"Yes, really." Edward rolled his eyes at Jasper, and they left home.

Aurora sighed in relief, feeling the pressure of their presence gone. Bella noticed her relief and felt the same. "You know, every time we're together, you're like infectious."

Aurora laughed, which Bella almost felt compelled to do so too. "Huh? Maybe I'm a witch who can control people. Who knows with apparently vampires existing."

Bella snorted, and the pair continued to research about vampires.

With Friday coming and going, their grounding sentence was lifted. The pair was dress shopping, having to help each other in their dress aince both of them were still in cast. Bella liked a blue dress with tiny stones in the bust and glitter concentrated by the stones but slowly fading out. Aurora picked a dark blue with suede patterns leaves. It had a small slit on her right leg.

"You look pretty!" Angela said the pair as they walked out.

"Yeah. I'm a little jealous," Jessica laughed.

"I think these are the ones." Bella nodded. She truly did not care, anything to get out of here. As they were rung up, she told her mom while she found her dresd the girls were stilm devating so it woukd be a little longer, they were gonna probably going to eat out there and get dropped off.

Her mother agreed, telling her to text her when they were going to eat and when they were on the way home.

They left the two explaining that Bella needed to buy a book out here and they'd meet them later. They were waved off, and the girls left. As the sun set and twilight started to fall, they made their way to the restaurant. They heard male voices and laughing trailing behind them. They shared a lot and turned down the street and then again and then down an alley, trying to lose the group. To no avail, though, as in the end, they were trapped. The men started to surround them, touching Bella's face and her waist. One grabbing Aurora's ass.

They pushed the men away, and right before the group was able to do more, a figure from the shadows appeared as did a car. The blonde blur gripped one of the men the throat, and another was thrown, and one the figures was now was stepping on them assaulters to keep them still.

The sound of bones being slowly crushed was heard. Edward ushered Bella into the car, and as he was about to get Aurora, she was already too close.

A whispered and thought was heard by Edward. "Leave." 'Now.' Something about her tone and her made him follow without question.

Well well well another one posted 🫡 exams are killing me 🤗 hope yall enjoy

[cheolhub]

Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)

p sure i did this just a few days ago but everyone knows i adore my moots so i dont mind doing it again :)

it’s kinda long! (took me a literal hour and a half to write) and i tried to get everyone i talk to on a tri-weekly basis at least 😅

@ncteez i know you said to pick what i like most abt my moots, but i love everything about hon from the way she looks (she’s literally the most gorgeous person ever— she still owes me a selfie now that im thinking abt it) right down to her core. 🥹 the only mark stan who has ever walked the planet actually,,, i love hearing about her sex dreams and i love the way that she gives the best advice bc she only wants the best for me and how genuine she is. I LOVE HER & she makes me a better person every day, seriously ⭐️ i <3 my wife

@jeonghantis 🩵 there are about a million and three things that i can write for keir but i think the thing i love most about them is that… i can just be sar with them, i never have to worry about being judged for the things i like bc 9 times out of 10, keir feels the same way. like who else am i gonna talk about [redacted] with chan with ??? or [ censored beeping for 10 minutes straight ] with sangyeon ?? my jeonghannie, my bff, my ride or die <3 (they also hate everyone that i hate and watch my instagram lives even tho im super annoying which means i am going to die for them)

@onlyseokmins literally just love elv’s personality. she has this infectious positivity and it makes me so happy to be alive like dhahdh,,, every time i see her on the dash reblogging the silliest things or cute pics or even talking to other people, it makes me smile so hard like idk she’s so bright PLUS she’s resident dk lover on tumblr like there is no one else. tumblr user onlyseokmins is quite literally the only dk stan alive

@lovelyhan ok two things i love the most — one: kai’s writing will always get me out of a reading slump. i re-read their fics an ungodly amount of times, like i actually need to be blocked by them ( i definitely didn’t re-read inflection point again TODAY on my lunch break, nope! i didn’t! 😂……) TWO: kai is literally so sweet and funny and we don’t really talk much, but from what i know, they’re a really great person and anyone would be lucky to have them as a moot! ^^

@agustdiv1ne ash and i are actually moving to alaska and we’re gonna be neighbors /srs,,, srsly tho, i told her this already, but she’s an amazing listener and she puts up with my shitty texting and i seriously cant appreciate that more 😢 she’s so wonderful and lovely and my favorite yoongi stan to ever exist and i will shield her from the heat. don’t worry, ash, 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

@soonigiri MELODY <333 the soonyoung to my cheol!! she’s also someone i enjoy seeing on my dash sm!! she’s literally an angel and it’s so endearing to see her in her engene era. like i look forward to seeing jungwon on my dash every day /srs — OKAY ACTUALLY, ik im an awkward freak but i would love to talk to you more bc i think we have a lot in common T-T

@etherealyoungk SKYE i know we interact like every 3 weeks but each of them do really mean a lot to me <33 i think she’s really kind-hearted and i get really happy when i see her jn my inbox from time to time!! it’s like a nice little surprise which i love 🥹💝 it’s like finding a rice krispie at the bottom of my lunch box (if you don’t know the feeling, think immense joy)

@rubyreduji JJ THE COOLEST GUY EVER. he’s such a joy to talk to and i love that he’s lowkey my hypeman. every time i run a concept or idea by him, he makes me feel really good about it and i adore that. he’s so supportive i love him and i need to hug him so bad actually 🥹 (i give good bear hugs jj, pls let me hug u) also jj doesnt care that im a weirdo awkward freak and i have to commend him for that too ☺️

@toruro mikalicious always know what to say which is what i love the absolute most abt them now. when im in a shit mood, she knows exactly how to make me feel better and always helps me take my mind off of it. she’s so cute and wonderful inside and out and i really am so eternally grateful to have her as a mutual and a friend <33 also, mika, this is my formal apology for being the world’s worst texter 😅

@gyuswhore EM THE COOLEST PERSON EVER. i love her so much actually. she and i just started talking and i have to say, she is just so,,,, amazing? idk, i dont have the words for it. she was so kind to me when reading my wonu fic and she just read over my new cheol wip and she has given me such great feedback and im so appreciative of her!! + sending pics is lowkey my love language and she lets me send her the most random shit (my pc collection, my room, etc.) i love her 💝

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast MY FAV JOKSTER dbehdh talking to rj is seriously a breath of fresh air lol I LOVE her humor and she understands my humor. ALSO….. something about rj’s writing also does something to me… like i remember i was super depressed while i had strep and on a brief tumblr hiatus and i came onto the app for just a second and saw that she’d posted … mean dom!chan… i remember reading it and crying bc she GETS IT. no one gets me like rj (i forgot to rb now that im thinking abt it but im gonna get on that) my fave dinonara <3

@heesbaby TUMBLR USER HEESBABY SINGLE HANDEDLY GOT ME BACK INTO ENHYPEN. i never thought id see the day, but bc of her smau’s and writing, i’m back in my engene era… i love how much of an angel cinna is like,,, we talk every once in awhile but she makes me the happiest girl ever when she replies to my asks or i find her in my inbox. i’ll actually fight jay for cinna

@hyuk4ngel RESIDENT MINGYU STAN,, fay has been here with me since what feels like the fucking beginning and i seriously can’t thank her enough. she’s really encouraging and amazing and she has the best ideas ever. i swear half of my writing discography is thanks to her (just my mingyu fics which is lowekey half my writing discography begsgs) she also is always checking in and i just love her for that and many other things 🥹

@baeksbyunny / @baekhyunnybyun (you’ll have to remind me which acct im supposed to tag) BEX MY BELOVED!!! THE LOVE I HAVE FOR HER IS SERIOUSLY INDESCRIBABLE!!! she’s the nicest person to me. like i’ll never forget when i was anxious before my txt concert and she was so reassuring like i felt a weight lift off my shoulders. INSTANT (sar)otonin boost every time we talk, idk what it is. probably the fact that she has the most comforting presence. i love her, you honor. i rest my case.

@majestyjun mills was like the first moot i’d ever talked to,,, but i remember i was so intimidated the first time we did bc millie is literally so fucking cool like,,, i have always thought this and when she said //I// was cool and i was genuinely so honored like…. idk >< ALSO HER WRITING IS SOHSHSBS OUT OF THIS WORLD … the concepts the description,,, she’s a genius!!!

@sunnylovespickles even tho we just became moots, i thought it was really sweet that she dropped off pics of pink!cheol for me 🥹 my day was really bad and that brightened it so much <33 i hope to have more interactions with her in the future bc she seems so nice!!

[love-fictional-ppl]

srsly need best friend denki to fuck me!!

Omg me too! Sorry for this taking forever I’ve had so much going on all of 2024😭😭

Chandelier

Summary: you both have been best friend’s for years, one night Denki kisses you leading to more.

Pairings: bsf!Denki Kaminari x Fem!reader

Warnings: weed, language, smut, heavy making out, mentions of romantic feelings, oral(fem receiving), squirting, unprotected sex(dont be silly, wrap ur willy!), creampie, choking, overstimulation, probably more that i missed.

A/N: reader and Denki are both 19 but feel free to imagine them as u like also if you cant tell ponyo is one of my favorite movies. i suck at titles so uh its called chandelier cs i was listening to chandelier by sia

Denki had been your best friend since middle school, the two of you attached at the hip. When Denki had decided he wanted to attend U.A. and become a pro-hero, you joined him for the journey. You joined the support course, having no quirk that would do any good in the hero business.

At 19 years old, you were attending college at some university working a part time job to pay tuition. Denki on the other hand was working as a side-kick whilst also part time streaming on twitch, the two of you remain close just not able to see each other as frequently do to both of your conflicting schedules.

Tonight was a rare night where Sero was gone, leaving his and Denki's shared apartment to the latter. You clocked out of work, excited for the sleepover you were about to have, having been 3 months since your last sleepover.

You grabbed the spare key under the welcome mat and let yourself into the blonde’s home, something you had done many times. You dropped snacks had picked up on your way over onto the counter in the kitchen. You walked into Denki’s bedroom to find him rolling a blunt, lounging in his bed.

Denki looked up when he heard his door open, “Hey, cutie.”

You rolled your eyes, never ceasing to find amusement in his teasing, “Hey, pikachu.”

You flopped into the bed quickly making yourself at home. Denki tossed his TV remote over to you to find something to watch. You easily chose Ponyo.

You heard the flick of the lighter and the Stun-Gun hero's laughter, you looked over and saw him attempting to light the blunt but shaking to hard.

"What's so funny?" you pouted.

"You watch this movie like once a week," Denki was amused but not surprised by your antics.

Two movies and five blunts later, you both were giggling like idiots lying next to each other in the boy's bed while you played with his hair.

"You know, you're the prettiest and most decent guy I know." You had no clue why you were saying these things.

Denki moved to lay on his side and stared at you, for a second you were worried you had said something wrong. Suddenly, your best friend of 8 years kissed you. Deep.

At first, you were shocked and didn't know how to respond than, you realized how good it felt. You cradled Denki's face to pour more passion into the steamy kiss.

"I've been thinking about doing this for months-" you kissed Denki again to shut him up, you didn't feel like discussing feelings at the moment.

You pulled away from the kiss and pondered, "If I ask you to fuck me will it change our friendship forever?"

The ever optimistic boy smiled and rested his forehead against yours, "Only in the best ways, hopefully." Always kidding.

Denki readjusted so that he was on top of you, missionary position. He kissed down your neck and left hickeys in his wake. Denki tugged the hem of your shirt, hinting for you to sit up so he can remove it.

You were shocked that you were actually doing this, not because he was your best friend but because you had secretly fantasized about this, it was one of your most hidden secrets.

You grabbed the boy by his blonde locks causing a moan to leave his mouth, and you pulled him to your face so you could shove your tongue in his mouth.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute, only separating so you could pull the t-shirt over his head.

The blonde moved down to kiss down your neck once again, tracing the forming bruises with his tongue. He kissed down your chest, sucking on the cleavage hanging out of your bra.

You couldn't help the sounds coming out of you, you pulled Denki impossibly closer. You were sure you were going to suffocate him with your tits but you knew he would die happily that way.

Denki rolled his hips against yours allowing you to feel how he was aching.

"Please. I want you inside of me." Denki was grinding against you desperately.

Whining, "No, not yet, I gotta make sure your ready." You were sure that as pleasurable as this would feel, it was more so for his insatiability.

Nonetheless, you allowed Denki to crawl south to pull off your pants and underwear. Once the offending materials were tossed somewhere the boy shoved his face into his desired location.

"Your so wet," it was more of a statement to himself. He was hypnotized.

"Pleasee," you were embarrassed by how pathetic you sounded.

Denki delved his tongue inside of your tight hole. The moan released from you was pornographic. you tried to close your thighs around Denki"s head but he held your legs apart and licked a stripe up your pussy.

"Yes! Just like that!" You were humiliatingly close.

The man between your legs knew it too, he shoved two fingers inside of you and started suckling on your clit. Within a dew seconds you squirted all over his face and chest.

Denki sat back on his knees out of breath with your juices dripping down him. He looked beautiful.

You could feel the warmth spreading to your cheeks, "I've never done that before."

Boisterous laughter fell from his laugh, "Well I'm glad to be your first."

You sat up and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, you pulled Denki i for a kiss and took the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, all while holding eye contact.

Denki grabbed his base and guided himself towards your warmth. You both moaned in unison, feeling a relief neither of you noticed how desperately you both yearned for.

Picking a pace both of you were content with, Denki leaned his forehead against yours, much like he had at the start of your endeavors.

"Choke me," you were as shocked as Denki was but he just grew harder if that was possible.

Obliging to the demand, a hand was wrapped around your throat, restricting your air flow. You wrapped your hands around his thick forearm, not to signal him to stop but because of the bliss you felt.

"Harder."

"Faster."

Neither of you were satiable.

Denki was pounding you into the mattress at this point. You spasmed around his cock, reaching your second orgasm of the night. The beautiful man above you get fucking your hard, no mercy for your poor cunt. Your vision started to blur and Denki flipped you onto your hands and knees.

"Come on, be a good girl for me." Denki had grabbed you by your face to looks at him, squishing your cheeks.

Everything about this was disgusting. Denki wrapped his right arm around your neck, placing you in a chokehold while pounding you from behind. The two of you had given into your most primal, animalistic urges.

"Shi-shit, let me fill you up, okay pretty girl?" You were too fucked out to even know what he asked.

"Yes! Please, I need it!" you had no clue what you were even saying.

A few thrusts later and Denki was fucking his cum into you, there was so much of it that it was dripping out of you onto the sheets. Denki had removed you from the chokehold so he could force your back to arch and was massaging your ass cheeks.

"You feel so good, i don't wanna leave." You could feel his member twitching inside of you from overstimulation, only half hard.

You knew that Denki was planning to keep going until you came again, so you reached your hand down to play with your clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, Denki still fucking you as fast as he could in his fucked out state.

"f-fuck!" Denki could barely hold himself up anymore.

"Just a little more! I'm almost there," The euphoric feeling washing over you as soon as you finished your sentence.

The both of you were moaning and panting, exhausted from your activities. The blonde male pulled out of you and got up to go to the bathroom. You lied in the bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for Denki's return, when he did finally return he arrived with a wet washcloth in his hand.

Denki walked over to your spot in his bed and started cleaning you up, when he was finished he tossed the rag off to the side somewhere.

Once Denki got situated in the bed, lying next to you, he turned his head to looks at you, "Tomorrow, if you're cool with it, we'll go get breakfast and talk. Right now let's just sleep, okay?"

You were completely fine with that, "Okay."

You fell asleep snuggled into Denki's chest, body sore in the best ways and looking forward to the morning to come.

i only half proofread this so sorry about any mistakes

[rainee-da]

hello ! can i request hugging or something like that for domina, levis, and carpaccio? they srsly need more attention 😞

🍀 Hugging Headcanons [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Carpaccio Luo-Yang 🍥 / Domina Blowelive 💧

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 w/ TW for panic attack / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

C A R P A C C I O L U O - Y A N G 🍥

He may seem to be an uncaring person and you might expect his hug would feel forceful.

If you think that way though, you'll be very wrong because this man's hug is very gentle.

The two of you didn't hug for the first few months, and any attempt you made towards him to hint that you want to hug him will fly over his head.

It's not because he didn't want to though. It's just that he... didn't know.

He never had any emotional relationship with someone before. He wasn't even fully in tune with his emotions yet. Everything is still so new to him that he needs time to process it all.

But one day, he'll ask you for a hug. And it's out of nowhere too.

He probably saw a random couple on school grounds hugging and being lovey-dovey, and it piqued his curiosity.

He will approach you slowly, his expression as intense as it could be, hands reaching out to grab your waist before he asks for your consent, "I want to hug you."

Okay, I KNOW that sounds more like an order, but I swear you can actually refuse if you feel uncomfortable hugging him!

He'll nod calmly and back away before continuing on his activities. No hard feelings from him! If it's other people it will be a very different case though...

It's just that he's blunt, and sucks at communication.

But if you gave him your consent though, he'll waste no time in pulling you to his chest and engulfing you in a tight hug.

He will bury his face in the nook of your neck while his eyes glance towards you, checking your expression.

When he deems that you're not uncomfortable, his hand will slowly roam from your waist to your upper back. Curiosity glimmered in his eyes.

Hugging felt odd for him. It's warm, and he had people being this close to him before. He can feel your heart thumping straight to his chest, and your breath on his hair.

It's... interesting, to say the least. He wants more

But you wouldn't know that he actually likes it because when you pull away after a short while you'll find him frowning towards you, with eyes blanking out.

Then he just... walks away. Yeah, that's how your first hug goes.

A few days later, he'll ask for a hug again. But this time he didn't hug you right away. He pulled out his phone and checked something.

His brows furrowed and he seemed frustrated as he scrolled through his phone, muttering something you cannot hear.

If you peeked at his phone though, you'll find out that he's scrolling through an album in his gallery, which is full of couples hugging each other in various different ways.

Where and when did he take that picture? He'll never tell you. But it was clear as day that he lost some sleep in obtaining that picture.

"I want to try this one," he stated bluntly, showing you the picture in his phone. Awaiting your reaction.

If you ask him why you want that specific type of hug, he'll just tilt his head and say, "Because it's different from yesterday?"

This will become your daily routine, and as the relationship goes on he'll just simply walk towards you and show you a picture. You'll nod, and there you go!

When you told him that 1). he doesn't need to show you a picture reference to get a hug, and 2). He can hug you whenever he wants, he'll look confused for a minute before having an 'aha!' moment. He'll simply gave you a silent nod, and go on with his day.

It seems so normal, so you didn't realize your mistake right away...

After that, he never showed you pictures anymore. He just goes straight for a hug. Anywhere, anytime.

You're in public? You're having an important conversation? Your parents are around? S o w h a t ?

His hug will progressively got weirder and wilder too. One time you ended up having to talk with your teacher while he's hanging like a koala with legs crossed on your waist.

Yeaaa... you gotta learn to be more specific when it comes to him. This man is a clueless dork after all. Be patient pls.

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

Hugging with Domina will go on differently, depending on the stage of your relationship.

If you're still in the first few months of your relationship, he will not hug you. And you're not allowed to hug him. Period.

Forget about hugging; the most he would do with you at that time is only sitting by your side. He wouldn't even hold your hands and would recoil in disgust if you attempted to hold his.

Cruel as that may be, are you really surprised though?

He was controlled, abused, and neglected his entire childhood. In his mind, being given any form of affection without a silver lining = is suspicious.

He is aware that he's being cruel towards you. He didn't doubt for once that you had any ill intention towards him. And he also loves you! so MUCH! MORE THAN HIMSELF-

But the thought of you, loving him back? loving him for being him? Now that's a fairy tale.

As time passes and the relationship progresses though, he'll slowly open up to you emotionally.

He'll start complimenting you often, scoot closer when you sit by each other, he tell you what's on his mind, venting to you when the day and his thoughts overwhelm him, it's a big progress!

But hugging? Yea, it's still too much.

All of that will changed one day though. Your first hug will happened when you found him alone at the corner of the school grounds, having a panic attack.

He barked at you to go away as his hand trembled, trying to cover his numbed and agape mouth. He cries so much that his snot and drool are all over the place. His eyes are watery and red as tears stream down and stain his puffy cheeks.

He hates how his ear is ringing. How his vision is so blurry that he can't see your expression clearly. Were you disgusted? Were you mad? Were you afraid?

He hates himself so much. Everything is too much, he feels like being alive is a mistake, and 'why the fuck are you here NOW?'

He expects you to walk away, to laugh at him, kick him, anything. What he didn't expect though is for you to tackle him into a big hug.

Your breath tickles his ear as you mumble words of affirmation to calm him down. He can feel your palm circling on his back while your other hand crossed behind him and massages his opposite shoulder.

He didn't expect that such a simple action managed to shatter the loud static in his mind. He didn't expect that a simple action such as 'hugging' would be this... pacifying.

He never expected such action to break the final defense in his heart. He never expected that you'd make him cry his heart out for the first time in his life.

After that, your relationship will drastically changed.

Cold and detached Domina? Yea, it doesn't exist anymore.

Previously, the most physical contact he's willing to make with you is just secretive finger-holding. But now? He tackles you whenever you're in his sight.

His hug is super tight and clingy. He'll lean his body towards you, nuzzle his face onto yours while smiling so wide it almost looks yandere-ish.

He'll notice if you change the fragrance on your body and ask you about it. He'll comment about how cute you are and giggle so heartily if you react to his sudden hug.

He'll become super mischievous too. Hugging you from behind while you're talking, pulling you to sit on his lap and burying his face on your stomach, all that jazz.

But if other people dared to mention anything about it, he didn't mind using his Third to the other party :)

It happened so suddenly and so startling that Levis and the other almost went to the holy temple to request for exorcism lol.

He's now big on cuddling too! When both of you on the bedroom, he'll pull you in for a cuddle.

During nighttime, his insecurity will creep in again so he'll be more emotionally vulnerable during this time.

But just cuddle him, hug him, love him, and he'll be fine!

After all, you're his serendipity.

I'm really sorry but I really had no idea about what to write for Levis! I might do one for him along with Walkis students later in the future but for now this is all I had in mind...

I've been having a fever back and forth due to seasonal allergy and it'll take me awhile to write stuff until I fully recovered. Even writing a simple email fried my brain rn lol.

Again, sorry anon for not writing all the characters that you want. I hope this is fine tho 🍀 have a nice day!

[dominikadecember]

I FORCED MY LIVEWATCH ONTO MY FRIENDS NOW Y'ALL GET TO ENJOY

Okay, I got pizza, i've got a drink, i've peed, lets start this

omg i knew they chose the perfect alex via taylor cus of his BDE but holy shit dude can do sensitive too and we're just a minute in!!!!!!!!

omg the blank was hilarious in the trailer but it's soooooo much funnier in full speed. I AM CACKLING

their interactions are perrrrrrfect!!!!!

the cake scene, is so uncomforttable. i cant watch this but i need to watch this but OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the best thing that has happened since sliced bread

you may want to put me on mute bc holy shit i don't know i how ill get through two hours of this mornons

the opening credits are a perfect choice for this movie/book

sarah shahi just keeps getting prettier

uma is the perfect person to be cast as alex's ma and us prezzie

Best line ever 'There is no getting out of this." 'What if I set myself on fire?' 'We'd ship the ashes to Heathrow.' I LOVE ZAHRA!!!!!!!!

DAVID THE DOG IS MENTIONED I HOPE HE IS IN THE MOVIE LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS

ugh loads of london sights, so boring SHAAN IS HOT AS FUCK

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ENEMY ACT I LOVE IT I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE FREINDS AND THEN THE LOVERS OMG OMG OMGGGGGGG

henry needs all the makeup bc he's a pretty boy but alex is fucking FAAAAAINE

ughhhhh i love this movie so much imma cry

lmfao alex just called queen victoria 'vicky' in an interview and henry looks like he had a stroke

this is so good, the book closet vs movie closet scene is so well done i am so happy

taylor's. fucking. eyelashes. someone made this boy a maybeline ad from birth

AMY THE BODYGUARD DESERVES HER OWN SHOW

OMG THE MOMENT WHERE THEY REALISE THEY MAYBE POSSIBLY ARE NOT ENEMIES BUT JUST MISUNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER I AM SWOOOOOOONING

yaaaas ppl owning their privilege and being honest they may not be perf is mah jammmm

is alex in this movie not supposed to realise he is bi before he hooks up with henry like in the book? bc taylor has chemistry with EEEEEEEERRRRYBODY

omg they're starting to be friendsssssss

THE TURKEY SCENE OMG OMG

I love how they filmed the messaging scenes. So interesting.

alex's political career! i love this plot!!!

Zahra is srsly so fucking pretty

Nora is gorgeous as hell tooooooooo!!!!!!!! Everyone in this movie is absolutely perfect and pretty and i love them

Henry is just a dorky dork with dorkdom

THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IS EXQUISITE!!!!!!

ummm how did alex not get mono at this damn NYE party???

THE KISS THE KISS IS HAPPENING THE KISS OMFG THE KISS OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I AM OMG!!!!!!

Nora is great but she's like a mix of Nora and June and idk how to feel about it.

OMG ALEX IS DESCRIBING THE KISS AND HOLY SHIT

WOW

Nora and Alex being besties works rllllllly well

lmao alex ignoring an ex for henry was the most obvious thing ever how did no one realise?????

OH MY GOD I CANT THIS MOVIE IS GONNA KILL ME

THE LONGING HOLY SHIT

THE FUN FLIRTY THING IS HAPPENING NOW AND I AM HERE FOR IT

HENRY IS VERY MUCH INTO BEING ORDERED BY ALEX AND I LOVE IT

THIS

IS

VERY

STEAMY

HOLY SHIT

Wow, someone said 'I'm bisexual' and it feels really fucking awesome.

THEY ARE SO CUTE AND HOT

casual hooking up' stage YOU TWO ARE IN LOVE STAHP LYING TO YOURSELVES

OMG OMG OMG MY BRAIN IS MELTING

my cat keeps on walking in and out scared cus i keep shouting OH MY GOD SO SORRY TYMEK ALSO NICHOLAS GALITZINE ON A HORSE IS ABSOLUTELY A FANTASY OF MINE

HOLY SHIT THAT IS GUNNERSBURY PARK THEY FILMED IN GUNNERSBURY PARK AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO TELL ME?! RUDE AS FUCK!!!! I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE AND MADE NICHOLAS FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!!!!

'I think we should make love tonight'

'Um...yeah...I'm down' BOY PLS HOW DID YOU EVER GET LAID?????? 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I can't they are so fucking hot and cute and how is this okay??????????????????????

sorry heteros, no movie will ever have a love scene as beautiful as this movie

oh shittttt an argument between alex and ellen and alex going 'yes madam president' instead of 'yes mom' DAAAAAAAMN

Alex excited about stuff is lovely and Taylor is a very pretty boi

The CGI is pretty crappy but thankfully it doesn't feature way too much.

THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!

THE ZAHRA SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED

OH MY GOD THIS SCENE IS EVERYTTTTTTHING AND IS SO FUNNY OMG OMG OMG OMG

Shit. Alex coming out to his ma scene was beautiful and it hurt and it was perfect.

omg they are all so cute and perfect and cowboyy??? i am 100000000% into the cowboy!!!!!!!! and nicholas' voice, i forgot thhat the boy can sing!

ALEX YOU ARE IN LOVE IT BE OKAY

They changed from the book that alex's parents are together and not divorced and i think it works so well.

THEY ARE DOMESTIC IN THEIR BUBBLE AND CUTE AS FUCK AND TAYLOR IS GLISTENING WITH WATER AND I CANNOT HANDLE THIS

Oh no, this bit, this bit is sad, there is sad angst coming

THE ONLY REASON WHY I AM NOT CRYING AT RN IS BC THE CINEMATOGRAPHY AGAIN IS FUCKING GORG

1 hour and 17 minutes in. First fucking sighting of David the dog. Unbelievable. HE IS THE TRUE STAR OF THIS MOVIE!!!

sad angsty angst ☹️

'what if he won't see me?' OMG MY HEART

aw man, i wish we would have seen the dramatic scene where alex is at the palace gates screaming to be let in like that eric andre meme

there better be thousand deleted scenes

wooooooooah this confrontation is so much more powerful than in my book, these boys are such good actors omg

alex boy you're gonna catch a cold with that wet shirt 🙁 i think most of it is your tears than the rain

THAT BETTER BE ALEX'S BLUE HOODIE!

ugh, so jelly they got to have a museum all to themselves at night no less

also the V&E has never looked that nice whenever i've been there

'just a daft pubescent fantasy' BOY THAT'S HOW I LIVE

OMG THIS IS SO

OMG

'HISTORY HUH?! BET WE COULD MAKE SOME' THEY DID THIS SO FUCKING PERFECT OMG

WHEN DOES THE HAPPY EVER AFTER HAPPEN???? HENRY JUST WANNA KISS HIS BOY IN PUBLIC OMG

DAVID THE DOG IS BACK

Oh right, this fucking thing

The boys being outed by asshats

ofc miguel is involved, fuck off dipshit

Alex is fantastic at politics and I am in love with how fiercly he is protecting his and henry's relationship

ZAHRA IS SO DONE WITH THIS LOVESICK PUPPY SHIT I LOVE HER

ZAHRA IS MY HERO

OH MY GOD

I AM NOT OKAY EITHER HENRY

lmao you gossipy bitches

stephen fry in DA HOUSE!

lmao homophobia in the royal house here plaaaaay!

lmao when the king says 'i have read your emails all of them' alex is tots thinking 'they were hot weren't they' and henry is thinking 'fuckityfuck alex talks about my crack ☹️'

ALEX STANDING UP FOR HIS BOY IN FRONT OF ROYALTY GETS ME EVERYTIME

OMG YAAAAAAAAAS DA PUBLIC LOVES THEIR GAY PRINCE BOI!!!!

lmao philip 'you can't go out there' WHAT YOU GONNA DO? STOP THEM FIT BOYS WITH YOUR PASTY ASS STICK ARMS???

THEY. ARE. SO. CUTE.

you know it's fiction when texas has become a democratic state

THEY ARE SO FUCKING CURE

ARGHH THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IS SOOOOOO PRETTTTTTY

That is absolutely not the house I imagined.

OH NO IT'S OVER 🙁 BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH OMG OMG OMG IT'S SO GOOD EVERYONE WATCH IT IMMEDIATELY!

lmao there's a bit at the end of the credit with the cake scene and alex going 'do you think anyone noticed?' i love this idiot so much

[d0llylove]

♡furry feline [3]

♡pairing: saiki kusuo x f!reader

♡synopsis: saiki notices that you had a bad day, getting annoyed by your whining about how much you longed to see the neighbourhood cat, he decided to take matters into his own hands to shut you up.

♡t/w: saiki turns into a cat lol, srsly slow burn like really slow I'm warning u LOL, implied that reader cries from stress at job, sorry I forgot the colour of saiki's eyes 💀

♡link to pt1 , pt2

"please, please, please, let me see that cat again, just one pat, just one!"

yet again, it was your annoying voice ringing in kusuo's ears again. summer break is usually saiki's favourite time of the year, a break from all the people who loves to bother him so much.

however, recently, his neighbour (you) has gotten a part-time job. constantly coming home whining about how tired you were, and the worst of all, insistently praying to see the stray cats that roamed around the neighbourhood.

your feet dragged against the pavement, awfully loud against saiki's ears, you kept letting out continuous sighs as if the winds weren't loud enough. it was almost ten pm, the moonlight that shined against your skin almost made you look breath-taking. (even though saiki can't see lol and even if he did he probably would never admit it)

this wasn't the first time you came home letting out such loud complaints. even though you were the one who signed up for the job, he could tell you were tired from all the customers that you dealt with. he almost finds it humorous how you would rant to yourself excessively, retelling the story of how a customer was rude to you in an over-exaggerated manner.

today was particularly different, even though you often ranted to yourself, you would usually just laugh it off. but this time, your voice was filled with a hint of sadness. perhaps it was the accumulation of unlucky things that occurred.

you were almost reaching home passing by saiki's residence when your eyes landed on a pearl white feline that stood in the middle of the pavement. it's head adorned with two odd pink balls and emerald green glasses that sat above it's nose.

you froze in place.

'are the gods finally answering to my prayers?'

'no you idiot, its just your neighbour,' saiki thinks to himself sarcastically.

it's violet eyes that sparkled behind it glasses that seemed to stare into your soul, you stood for a moment, contemplating whether to approach the cat or not.

getting into a squatting position, you slowly waddled towards the furry feline.

'good grief, what is wrong with you..'

"can I pet you?" you whispered, waddling towards it.

'you have 5 minutes.' saiki thought to himself, yet again with his sarcastic remarks.

saiki's senses have heightened even more in his cat form, he could easily take in your subtle sweet scent of perfume as you crouched in front of him. if he were to be honest, he was curious about how you would look under the moonlight, obviously without his x-ray vision.

you reached out, letting the cat sniff your hand. it's soft fur that rubbed against your hand, your heart fluttered as you revelled in the sight of the cat pushing its furry head into your hand.

wet? he feels something wet hitting his head. the cat looks up at you, watching in shock as tears ran down your cheeks. stroking the cat gently, giving it one last pet before getting up.

you whispered a gentle thank you, before turning away, hands wiping your tears away, a stupid smile that was plastered on your face as you walked towards your house.

saiki waited a little, watching as you went through your gate. you glanced back, seeing as the cat stayed in its place. letting out a little squeal you walked into your house, steps bouncing a little.

finally, he transformed back to his human form.

'good grief, aren't you emotional..' saiki let out a scoff, walking back to his house.

"what the hell?!" it was your voice? it was you? he thought you went into your house already.

'shit.'

[alex-rambles]

request: reader cuddling BOTH L and Light at once??? thanks

YES you can!

(No srsly need poly representation)

Miss relatable af

READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiight!"

Misa's annoying voice cuts through the room. When you look over, she's wearing a rather... provocative outfit.

Light rolls his eyes slightly, but walks over to his "girlfriend." Little does poor Miss Famous know, you, L, and Light are all having a merry little relationship.

"Misa, what are you wearing?"

"Ah, Misa-Misa wanted to impress you, so I put on one of the outfits I modelled!"

You roll your eyes at her referring to herself in the third person. She does it to sound cute, but she just sounds like a weirdo.

"Misa, no offense, but I need some time alone."

"Light, you're spending so much time with Ryuzaki and Y/N recently! You never have time for me! It's a little frustrating, you know?"

"I'm sorry, Misa, just- we'll have a date tomorrow, right?"

"Really? Yay! We haven't had a date in forever and blah blah blah..."

You eventually tune out her ramblings, but within a few minutes, Light sits down by you, throwing his arm around you.

"Is number two being annoying again?" you asking teasingly.

"Is she ever not? I don't even know why I trusted her with this in the first place, she's... you know what? I'm at a loss for words!"

Light seems exasperated.

"I need her as an asset, her Eyes are valuable, but good God...! The girl's mad!"

You cover his mouth. "Shush, shush, it's the raven...!"

Light perks up at the mention of his "rival and hated enemy."

"Ryuzaki! You decided to join us!" you exclaim.

"Evidently," he says, squatting onto the couch. "Light-kun, move your arm."

Light does not move his arm, rather he scoots closer to you.

You stifle a laugh.

"Fine."

L stands up and then... squats on your lap, causing you to laugh even harder.

"Must you two always fight?" you giggle.

Light throws his head back. "This is ridiculous."

You hug L while Light rests his head on your shoulder. "Y/N..."

L remains in his ridiculous sitting position on your lap until you shove him off. "That's really uncomfortable!" you explain.

"Fine, fine. Light-kun, we'll share for the time being."

"Uh-huh, whatever."

L sits next to you, one hand on his knee, his opposite arm around you. L and Light's fingers interlock slightly.

...

Quite sad, really. Happy moments like these will eventually be lost to Light's steadily declining sanity.

[schnuffel-danny]

fully intend to open a pandora's box w this but i srsly want to know your thoughts on jack/vlad

They are my Blorbos. They are my Angels. They are my Stars, my Sky and my Moon. They shine a bright light from within my heart and- ALRIGHT that's enough of that. I like them a normal amount.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly formulate my thoughts on them, there is so much going on with these two (or, most likely, I’m just being sick in the head). On one hand, they are peak comedy; the idea of them being a couple in any capacity is absolutely hilarious. They’re both braindead to a terrifying degree in completely opposite directions, they’re a disaster duo through and through, in the event that they’re allowed to be together (both on good terms) for more than five minutes they’ll somehow manage to burn an entire city down, with Jack excitedly suggesting they make s’mores over the roaring fires of a local gas station. Vlad is on a never-ending quest to prove his intelligence and superiority, Jack doesn’t even really care what’s going on he just wants to prove that whatever it is he can do it. None of us would get out alive if this apocalyptic event of a relationship were to happen, not me, not you, not any of the mildly horrified yet incredibly amused bystanders. They’re the funniest ever.

Vlad spends as much time as possible talking about how much he hates Jack and how much he wants to fuck his wife. This man wants to rip Jack’s spine out and steal his wife and kids. Jack’s kids consider Vlad to be the devil himself and his wife is at best indifferent towards him. Yet, forever oblivious, Jack treats Vlad like he put the stars in the night sky one by one. They’re friends to lovers to exes to enemies to friends to lovers (to exes to maybe lovers) again, but they can’t even be that because the enemies thing is entirely one sided. Jack is so blinded by his nostalgic ideal of Vlad as a friend that he remains blissfully ignorant of Vlad’s murderous intentions towards him.

The entire concept of the villain somehow getting together with the hero’s dad, who absolutely refuses to see him for the walking red flag that he is, gives these two the potential to be the funniest cringe fail pairing in existence.

Before I even thought of anything else about these two I was captivated by their comedic potential, so captivated in fact that while I was happily stomping my feet in the shallow puddle of this ship’s depth I didn’t notice I'd tripped and fallen into a lake until I started drowning.

Thinking about them hurts. It’s about the memories. It’s about the love which, despite everything, remains the same. It’s about the familiar comfort that seems so unattainable now, even when it’s within reach. The burning hatred, the unanswered cries for help, the unspoken apologies, the yearning for things to go back to the way they were, the loneliness, the betrayal, the violence… It’s knowing nothing has changed. It’s knowing nothing is the same. It’s about looking at someone you hate more than anyone and only being able to think of the times he’s held you close and made you feel safe in the world. It’s about loving someone and only being able to think of how you were abandoned. It’s about seeing how neither of you has moved on and realizing that you can’t do anything about it, not at this point of your lives. You aren’t friends, you aren’t lovers, you aren’t enemies. No matter what one feels towards the other it can seemingly never be reciprocated in the same way. Love neither wins nor loses. Love remains at a stalemate. It burns the same it has for decades and you watch the flames dance, but neither reaches to warm their hands by the fire. Not anymore. Something about doing so feels wrong. Maybe you just aren’t ready yet. But it’s alright, you’re not worried about it going out anytime soon.

Conclusion: I hate them and I want them to die.

[cloudykyu]

ᥫ᭡ the look of love: a popular trope in movies and shows where one character longingly and lovingly stares at another, hoping they’d notice. but in this case, two idiots are staring with love dripping from their eyes when the other isn’t looking. or in which everyone can see it clearly, but you and sangyeon.

pairing: sangyeon x gn reader, appearances by tbz younghoon and chanhee word count: 6k genre: fluff, idiots/friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight humor, college au warnings: swearing, one college party that involves drinking (not the mc’s tho), movie references, it’s just all fluff. srsly my sangyeoness jumped out and so should yours I'm DEMANDING respect be put on this mans name

feedback appreciated <3

“stop staring,” younghoon whispers. sangyeon’s eyes tear away from you, only to roll them at his friend. 

“am not” he huffs. “I’m just... looking around the library, you know?” 

of course he was looking at you. how could he not when you were smiling so bright like the sun while talking to a friend? your hair fell perfectly in all the right places that allowed him to see the face that has been filling his dreams, both day and night. saying he liked you would be a major understatement. sangyeon is absolutely whipped for you. 

“yeah, sure” younghoon snorts, dropping the pen he was holding onto the table. “nothing like looking around the old, dusty library right? seriously sang, just tell them how you feel! I'm in pain watching you watch them from afar.” clutching his heart dramatically, younghoon pretends to double over in agony which causes sangyeon to crumple up a piece of paper and throw it at him. 

“shut up, hoon” sangyeon retorts. “I can’t just tell them, you know that. and I’m absolutely fine with just admiring them from afar.” sighing, the boy drops his chin in his hands as he holds a soft look in his eyes. from the moment he met you, he knew he was done for. you and sangyeon started out as partners for a two month-long physics project where your days and nights were filled with spending time together. laughter and jokes constantly filled the air to ease the stress of the work you had to do, along with moments of comfort when things just got a little too frustrating. 

thee moment, though, was when you made cups of tea to soothe your souls because coffee was making you both delirious. you had approached him with hot mugs in each of your hands and a cheesy smile on your face. the minute “tea for my cutea” came out of your mouth, it was over for him. 

younghoon watched his friend who had sickeningly sweet honey dripping from his eyes as he stared at you ahead and shook his head slightly. “keep staring like that long enough, sang,” he says. “and they’ll eventually turn their head.”

“you’re ridiculous, chanhee” you sigh, mindlessly picking through your lunch. “sangyeon does not like me like that.” 

“oh please, yn” your cousin and best friend waves you off with the flick of a hand, stealing a fry from your plate. “you should see the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. I almost made eye contact with him in the library earlier and I swear, I would’ve fell in love too if I looked too long.” 

stealing a chicken tender from his plate, you make a face at him. you tried hard not to stare and sangyeon whenever you were in his presence, afraid you would give yourself away. I mean, who wouldn’t like sangyeon? he’s everything everyone wants in a man; kind, caring, thoughtful, so incredibly handsome. but it’s not like you could tell him that, no matter how loud your heart beats in your ears whenever his eyes turn into crescent moons as he smiles. or how warm your entire body gets whenever he’s doing something as simple as tugging at your arm to prevent you from walking into a pole. 

“if sangyeon liked me, he’d tell me right?” you ask with curious eyes. “we’re friends who trust each other after all, he’d tell me if he did... right?”

chanhee says nothing, giving you a side eye glance from beneath his (fake) glasses. “mhm,” he hums and you’re bracing yourself for the sarcasm he’s about to shoot at you. “totally. it’s not like you wouldn’t tell him either, your friend whom you trust so much.”

“I hate you, you know that?” you snarl and chanhee gives you a knowing smile. 

“you just hate that I'm right.” and you knew he was right, but keeping sangyeon as a friend was better than fucking up the amazing dynamic you have now. from project partners to friends who share the same interests? like, where else would you find someone who’s as passionate about DIY tote bags as you? who else would you call to go to the book store in the middle of the day because a new novel on new sub-species for animals just dropped? chanhee would definitely not sit on the floor of said book store with you, flipping through pages of animals as you squeal. 

“maybe you are right,” you sigh, munching hard on your fries. “but sangyeon is too good of a friend for me to lose over my dumb feelings.” 

“careful there, y/n” he warns. “keep calling him a friend out loud and he might just hear one day, crushing all your chances.”

throwing an unopened ketchup packet at him, you stare at him with an incredulous gaze. “do you have to be so pessimistic all the time?! I thought your mom told you to stop that, chanhee.” 

the bass was booming so hard, sangyeon felt like his head was going to split open. who knew a party thrown by STEM students could be so chaotic? honestly though, they deserve it with how ridiculous their majors are. 

sitting against the wall of the crowded house, sangyeon dumps a whole bag of fruit snacks into his mouth in hopes of it relieving his headache. it didn’t work, obviously and the sour look on his face tells all. he’d have a few drinks if he could handle the burning sensation of alcohol sliding down his throat, but he couldn’t since he didn’t want to relive that one summer filled with one too many hangovers and embarrassing moments. 

“alright mister grouch,” younghoon shouts over the music, finding his friend sulking alone. “you need to loosen up a little! you deserve to have some fun.” 

sangyeon shakes off the arm younghoon had around his shoulder, the smell of his friends breath coming off a little too strong as he’d had a few drinks himself already. “I'm plenty loose, please” he scoffs. “there’s just too much going on, talk about sensory overload.” 

“blah blah blah” younghoon rambles. “whatever, bro. I'm just saying, you’d definitely want a drink after you look over to the kitchen.” raising an eyebrow towards his friend, sangyeon waits for further explanation. instead, he’s met with a finger pointing towards said direction as younghoon sips his drink nonchalantly. following his finger, he definitely wants a shot or seven now. 

there you were, standing under the dim lights of the kitchen in an outfit sangyeon has never seen you in before. if he liked you when you only wore sweats and hoodies on campus, he’s absolutely drooling now. in front of you stood some dude sangyeon didn’t know and he was actively chatting with you as you nodded along to what he was saying with that same smile on your face. groaning under his breath, sangyeon slightly bangs his head on the wall behind him. “just go over there, sangyeon” younghoon snarks. “Jesus Christ it’s like watching a kicked puppy.” 

“I can’t just go over there and interrupt their conversation” sangyeon whines back, kicking his feet just a little. “that’s rude, younghoon.” 

“yes you can.”

“no I can't.”

“yes. you. can.” younghoons gaze hardens with every word, nodding his head back towards the direction of the kitchen. “now you definitely can.” 

sangyeon almost jumps out of his seat when he sees the guy leaning in close to your ear, whispering something as your smile falters into a grimace. he makes a beeline straight towards you, clearly on a mission. once close enough, he lets out a “hey, y/n” and places a hand on your shoulder to lightly push you back from the stranger. if you listen closely, you can hear younghoon guffawing loudly over the already loud music. sangyeons tight lipped smile was met with your relieved one, happy to be saved from any more drunk conversations. 

“sangyeon,” you breathe out. “hey, how’s it going?” the boy watches the stranger you were speaking with walk away without a word, happily making his way to someone, anyone else who’ll listen to him talk. 

“oh, nothing. just hanging out” he smiles at you. “what were you guys talking about?” 

laughing, you wave him off. “nothing important. dude’s wasted out of his mind.” holding out one of those small fruit snack bags sangyeon stuffed in his pocket, you take one with a thankful smile. “do you wanna dance, sang?” 

“if I have to get any closer to those speakers, I might just go insane,” he chuckles and you nod your head agreeing. 

“no you’re right” you say, eating a fruit snack. “it’s a little too much in here. I came for chanhee, but he tells me that he’s not coming when I'm already here! can you believe him?” 

“sounds like chanhee,” sangyeon agrees as you roll your eyes at your cousins behavior. “so what? are you gonna stay, then?” 

looking off, you think about your options. you could stay at the party sober (thanks to your exam tomorrow morning) or you could go back home and huddle under your blankets. easy pick, here. “I think I'm gonna leave in a bit.” 

“awesome,” sangyeon says. “let’s go then!” grabbing you by the hand, sangyeon starts to make his way to the front door of the house. you’re a stuttering mess behind him, wondering what idea he has in his mind but you follow anyways. you trust him and whatever you two were going to do would sure as hell be a lot better than this party. 

“well can you at least feed me something other than tiny fruit snacks?” you ask him once outside. laughing in agreement, sangyeon leads you down the street with the cool and crisp night air kissing your skin with his hand still in yours. 

“so chanhee didn’t come to the party,” sangyeon drawls out through a mouthful of noodles. “because you two were fighting about genetically engineered animals? can’t you guys fight about normal cousin stuff for once?” 

you and sangyeon were sitting outside of the convenience store on the curb, steaming cup ramen in your hands not quite wanting to go home just yet. you both went through the hassle of getting ready to leave the house, might as well make the most of it. “I know right,” you groan back. “I wish we could go back to fighting over whose build-a-bear got stuffed first, but we can’t.” 

“you two are funny,” sangyeon laughs. “soooo, genetically engineered animals like glow in the dark fish? why would you guys fight over that?” 

letting out a breath of frustration, you feel like you were back in chanhee’s dorm standing on the couch in order to prove your point. “no, like the batsquatch.” 

sangyeon stops eating and turns to you with an eyebrow raised. he has an incredulous look on his face like you have two heads. “no,” he emphasizes. “like dolly the sheep and pigs.”

“no,” you stare back with a hard gaze. “like mothman and reptilians.” sangyeon takes a moment, staring into your eyes to see if you were being serious (you were) and if he wasn’t about to get you together, he’d be absolutely red in the face at the eye contact. 

sighing, he sets his cup ramen down and gathers your free hand in both of his. “y/n, sweetie” he says gently. “I know this is gonna be a lot to take in, but batsquatch, mothman, and reptilians aren’t real.” 

“you don’t know that!” you shriek, taking your hand back. 

“genetically engineered animals are just animals being fucked with in a lab, y/n. not cryptid creatures from myths.” sangyeon runs a hand over his face, not believing the kind of conversation you two were having right now. but that’s the beauty of his friendship with you, they always take some sort of turn but it’s fun. it’s harmless. it’s why he fell for you in the first place. spending any time with you was something sangyeon held close to his heart because you were never afraid to hide yourself from him. even if he has to sit through your five minute rambles and explanations, he listened with undivided attention (whenever he wasn’t too busy admiring how pretty you looked).

“you don’t know that either, sang” you tut, sassily. “they could just be experiments gone wrong or— you know what? I'm not having this conversation with you.” sangyeon mocks you by contorting his face and raising the pitch of his voice and you gently shove him as you drink the soup out of your cup. “good soup.” 

sangyeon follows, shoveling the rest of his noodles into his mouth as he empties the soup up to his lips. letting out a noise of satisfaction, he says, “good soup, indeed.” he lets out a loud burp and you scrunch your nose in disgust as you giggle at the noise. 

“what a man you are, lee sangyeon” you sigh, a hint of affection in your tone. because you mean it. there are stars in your eyes and if sangyeon were to look up from collecting both of your trash, he’d see himself clearly in them. as you blink once, twice, three times, it’s almost as if you were taking snapshots of the boy to engrave in your mind. but why would you need all that when he’s here, right next to you? 

“so!” he chimes, pulling a dazed you up from the curb by your forearms. “where to next?”

somehow, you and sangyeon ended up at target. in the toy section. 

you had grown tired of walking around the small city, but denied sangyeon’s propositions to drop you off at home as well as his offers to give you a piggyback ride. if you were to be that close to sangyeon, chest to back, he might be able to feel the pounding of your heart. 

“what are we doing here?” you had asked once entering through the sliding doors. sangyeon had grabbed a cart and stood in front of you, waiting for something. when he didn’t answer, you just looked back at him with raised eyebrows. “we going shopping?” 

“sort of,” he replied and motions for you to get into the wagon. “don’t your feet hurt, y/n? come on, get in.” so you do, with the help of sangyeon’s strong grip on your arms helping you climb over. sat in the cart facing him, you watched as he smiled genuinely at everyone who passed him by. an elderly woman could be heard gushing behind you at how handsome the young gentleman was. it absolutely amazed you at how easy it was for him to harbor such kindness for people he didn’t even know.

in the toy aisle, sangyeon stops in front of the section with outdoor items. “alright, y/n. pick a color for your wheels.” 

gazing at the shelves, you see those little skateboards that your nieces and nephews like to ride. not quite knowing what sangyeon’s intentions were, you pick a blue one anyway and he places it into the cart onto your lap. moving along, you stop him. “aren’t you gonna get one too? we can’t both fit on this thing.” 

laughing slightly, sangyeon waves you off and continues to walk towards the checkout lanes. “nah,” he says. “I can walk just fine, this is for you.” 

what sangyeon doesn’t say, is that he doesn’t mind how far you two were walking. or how long you both would be out, or the tension he’s feeling in his feet as long as he was in your company. 

outside of the store, after a mini fight at the register about who was going to pay for this goddamn skateboard (sangyeon won), you were unwrapping the board and placed it on the ground. “you know, thinking about it... I don’t know how to ride a skateboard without falling on my face.” 

sangyeon grabs your hand gently in his and kicks at your shoes to signal you to hop on. “that’s what I'm here for, you silly.” steadying you on the board, he gently pulls you with him. “hold onto me and I'll pull you. can’t guarantee that you won’t fall on your face, though.” 

you look down at your feet, pretending to fix yourself when you’re really just trying to hide the forming blush on your cheeks at holding this boys hand for so long. hand in hand as he pulls you along, you’re facing him while he looks ahead. his side profile entrances you while he looks around for any obstacles that could potentially cause you to fly off the board. “don’t look at me,” he says suddenly, causing you to jump a little. “look at the sky, the ground, any oncoming trees, but don’t look at me.” because he’s afraid once he turns his head, it’ll be over for him. 

neither of you don’t know what caused the sudden shift in the air, but it’s calm. it’s silent as sangyeon pulls you in the direction of a nearby park, but comfortable at the same time as you bask in one another’s presence. you both were no strangers to spending this amount of time together since there were nights where you two were working on that project that extended a little further than intended. but those were filled with delirious chatter and laughter at how tired you both were, now neither of you had any jokes to crack or a word to say. and that was okay. 

sangyeon took you around the park path a few times, silence finally breaking once a cat ran across your path and he let out a scream at the appearance. it had caused you to lose balance, nearly falling back at the sudden noise, but luckily sangyeon was there to quickly grab onto your forearms and steady you. breathless at all the commotion, he stared at your shocked face with equally wide eyes. there’s a beat that passes by, then another, and then sangyeon’s eyes turn into those crescent moons you love so much as he smiles with a laugh right when you feel your heart about to burst. “how about we sit for a minute?” 

“yeah,” you breathe out. “yeah, let’s sit down.” 

stepping off the board, you continue to hold his hand in yours as you bend down to pick it up. and when he leads you to a nearby bench. neither of you seem to notice it, not until your hand starts to grow annoyingly sweaty that you have to let go. shocked at the sudden loss of warmth in his hand, sangyeon clears his throat. “it’s almost midnight,” he says. “we should head back soon.” 

“no, not yet” you say shaking your head. “just a little while longer.” 

the park was starting to clear out, signaling that the gates would be closing soon. you and sangyeon watched people make their way to the gates. some were laughing with one another, some wore annoyed expressions on their faces at their company tailing behind them, and some were walking side by side with their loved ones. a pair that caught your eye particularly looked like young high school kids, giggling amongst themselves as they probably snuck out for the night just to spend time together. you watch with soft eyes as the young boy stops the girl in her tracks, making her face him. 

you were unable to hear what he was saying, but by the way that the girls face softened with a tiny smile and her eyes grew wide with affection, you could tell that it was nothing but a happy moment for them. “ahh, young love” you sigh, dreamily. sangyeon’s gaze shifts to where yours is and then back at you questionably. 

“how do you know they’re in love? what if they’re just friends? siblings?” 

“it’s all in their faces,” you say gently, the young boy engulfs the girl in a tight hug as they laugh so loud it reaches your ears. “it’s that look. soft eyes, admiration dripping from them, blushing cheeks and tiny smiles that say everything.” 

“I don’t see it,” sangyeon replies, shaking his own head slightly. the young couple in front of them just stood there, smiles beaming at one another. to him, it just looked like they were doing just that, looking at each other. 

“gosh, sang” you exclaim, shoving him slightly. “don’t you watch those cheesy rom-coms all the time? it’s the look of love the protagonists always give. it’s what totally gives away Mulan’s crush on Shang to Mushu.” 

“I hardly believe that Mulan is a romantic comedy.” 

ignoring him, you continue. “it’s that look that Steve Rogers has on his face every time he looks at his picture of Peggy. In Titanic when Jack sees Rose for the first time. in A Cinderella Story when Austin sees Sam at the top of the staircase at their dance. in A Silent Voice where you can just tell that Shouko absolutely adores Shoya despite everything he did to her.” 

how I look at you. 

“the look of love,” you sigh. “I wish someone would look at me that way.”

unbeknownst to you, sangyeon was gazing at you the whole time you were speaking as you looked ahead at the young couple who was now leaving the park. his heartbeat picked up as you continued to give the examples, it all finally making sense to him. if he could see himself right now, he knows he’d look like every one of those characters from the movies. 

“yeah,” he breaths out as his eyes trace over every feature of your face. “me too.” 

you don’t turn around.  

you felt like you were drowning.

drowning in the amount of studying you had to do because you were, in fact, not doing as well in your classes as you had thought. you could blame it on your professors for not updating their grade books until the day before midterms started or you could blame it on the writers of jujutsu kaisen for updating the manga every time you finally managed to put your phone down. but in reality, you had no one to blame but yourself and it was time to buckle down and take responsibility. 

you were cramming before your calculus midterm tomorrow, the first of many to follow that week and you were not having a good time. not even with chanhee sitting on your bed behind you with one of those mics in hand, belting the lyrics to Paramore’s ‘misery business’ every time you groaned at a problem. 

“go away, chanhee” you yell back in his face as he’s now right next to you. you shove him back, but he continues to dance around at the music playing. crumpling a paper from your notebook, you throw it at him out of frustration for distracting you. “like seriously! get out!” 

“no!” he exclaims, throwing the paper ball back at you (he misses). “we’re supposed to go to the student festival together in like an hour, remember?” 

oooh, you think. so that’s why he’s here. shame on you for thinking that he was actually being a supportive cousin for once and wanted to keep you company while you studied. the school festival is something your university put on the night before midterm and finals week. it’s basically a carnival for college students to have fun before hell week and something that you and chanhee always looked forward to. all the food stands, games, rides, and the amazing firework show that signals the end of the night. but you really couldn’t afford to rip yourself away from your studies. 

“I'm not going,” you huff. “I have too much to do.” 

coming to a complete halt, chanhee looks at you with betrayed eyes. “what?! y/n, you promised~” he whines. “we’ll only stay for a little, please?” your cousin looks at you with puppy dog eyes and you have to look down at your notes to keep your resolve. 

“I really can’t, chanhee” you sigh. he doesn’t take your answer, grabbing at your arm and shaking it a little as he whines some more. 

“come on, y/n!” he begs. “let’s just go for a little, you need to have some fun before exam week starts! sangyeon and younghoon said they’d meet us there.”

yanking you arm out his grip, there’s a bad taste in your mouth at the mention of sangyeon’s name. ever since that night where you escaped the party three weeks ago, you haven’t heard a word from him since. usually, he’d be the one to text you randomly to check on you, but it’s been radio silent and you’re too prideful to send that first text. 

maybe it was your grades slipping, maybe it was because exam week was coming up, or maybe it was the lack of sangyeon in your life that had put you in a foul mood lately. nonetheless, you take it out on poor chanhee who just wants to go to the festival with you. “I said no!” you roar at him and his face changes. “do you not understand that my grades are on the line? I can’t go, chanhee.” 

he stands still for a second, blinking at your little outburst. not like he hasn’t seen it before or been on the receiving end of it, so he brushes it off with a roll of his eyes. “fine,” he scoffs. “be a dick, jerk off! I'm leaving to watch those fireworks without you.” 

you say nothing as he gathers his belongings and makes his way out the door. once its shut, you let out another groan and drop your head smack on your desk. chanhee knew you really wanted to go and that you really did need to let off some steam before hell week, but your academic ego couldn’t let your gpa slip at all. even if you were going to miss those fireworks booming in the sky, creating shapes like hearts and smiley faces. 

so now you’re alone three and a half hours later, studying stupid calculus as your friends had fun at the festival while you nearly pulled all your hair out frustratingly. chanhee had made it a point to send you pictures and videos of him having fun on the rides and all the fried food he was eating which caused your fomo to grow and toss your phone somewhere in the room. you felt the tears start to well in your eyes as you stared at another practice problem that just made no sense to you. 

you’re frustrated, lonely, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to slip so bad that you had to miss out on having fun with your friends. biting down on your lip to keep yourself from sobbing, you grip your pencil so hard in your hand that it almost snaps. your resolve was crumbling and you were alone. 

or so you thought. 

a gentle hand engulfs yours, easing your grip on the pencil and taking it away from you. whipping your head up, your tearful eyes meet sangyeons concerned ones and you’re too surprised to say anything for a moment. 

“hi,” he greets, breaking the silence. it snaps you out of your daze and you rush to wipe at your eyes. 

“hi,” you squeak back. “I didn’t hear you come in.” 

“yeah, you really need to lock your door.” he laughs and you do to. you watch him pull one of the spare chairs in your room for whenever chanhee wanted to work on your desk with you, next to yours and he sits. he says nothing, eyes darting from your cloudy eyes and flushed cheeks to the work scattered in front of you. 

“so...” you start off, breaking the slight tension in the air. “what are you doing here?” 

“chanhee called me” he says and you mutter an of course under your breath. “and he said you were being a dick.” 

“he also called me a jerk off.” 

sangyeon snickers to himself at the cousin beef and takes the sheet containing the practice problems on it. he uses the pencil he took from you to start working on the problem as you just watch him with your head resting on your hand. “he also said you refused to come out and could probably use some company.” 

“well aren’t you my knight in shining armor,” you tease with a slight smile on your face. “but why aren’t you out having fun at the festival? it’s probably better than solving calculus sets.” 

he shrugs, not looking at you and instead focused on the problem in front of him. his gaze is hardened in concentration, eyebrows furrowed and his tongue slightly peeking out between his lips. cute. “wasn’t much fun without you,” he says and your cheeks flush from giddiness this time. “I can only take so much of chanhee and younghoon arguing over who was going to win who a stuffed animal by myself.” 

“if I was there, I'd just intervene and tell them they’re both winning me one” you reply with a far away look on your face. your fomo was so real. 

“well,” he starts off, slamming the pencil down onto the desk. it was a habit he did whenever he was satisfied with his work. “why aren’t you there? it’s not too late, we can still go.” 

you pick the pencil up, pointing it at him. “I have exams to study for and grades to save. how did you solve this?” 

“I’ll tell you if you come to the festival with me” sangyeon retorts, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“no” you deadpan, not wanting to have another blowup like you did with chanhee. “now tell me how you solved it.” 

sangyeon doesn’t reply, shaking his head firmly instead. when you’re about to start an argument with him about how it wasn’t fair, a boom goes off from the campus quad, signaling the start of the firework show. “see? we’re missing your favorite part. come on, y/n. you know they only do it for a half hour.” 

you don’t know why, but you feel your lip quiver. it was childish that you were crying over missing a firework show, you know that, but you couldn’t help that all the emotions you were feeling lately from academic stress and missing sangyeon suddenly came to surface with a boom. “I can watch it from here,” you say with a shaky voice. 

“you know it’s not as pretty as it is up close,” sangyeon says softly as he closes the space between you two. a hand cups your cheek and his thumb brushes a stray tear that you didn’t know had fallen.

“I really wanna go sang,” you whisper. “but—”

“no buts,” he interrupts. “we’re going, y/n.” 

you’re about to protest again, but sangyeon grabs your hand in his and pulls you up from your chair. he fixes your messy hair from when you had tugged so mercilessly on it during the hours you were studying before giving you a smile. “ready?” 

he doesn’t wait for your reply, tugging your hand again as he bolts out the door with you behind him. you stumble over your steps and sangyeon lets out a loud laugh. you can’t help but laugh with him, exiting the building and into the cool air of the night. sangyeon continues to run towards the quad where the festival is happening, looking over his shoulder to shout over the booming fireworks that you two had exactly 20 minutes to get there. you don’t hear him though, too immersed in gazing at the pretty fireworks that were exploding in the sky ahead. 

quickly enough, you and sangyeon reach the quad where all your fellow students are gathered. out of breath from the running, sangyeon doesn’t say anything as you two come to a halt. he’s smiling brightly at you because you made it. you two walk more towards the crowd instead of running and as you get closer, you can see chanhee standing on a rock with his phone in his hand to record the show. he spots you and sangyeon walking hand in hand and hits younghoon to gain his attention. like his screech of joy wasn’t enough to do so. 

“y/n!!” he yells, waiving excitedly at you. leading sangyeon towards the pair, you have an apologetic smile on your face for your cousin. “I was just going to send this video to you to make you feel bad, you jerk!” 

“well now you don’t have to,” you smile cheekily at him. “I'm sorry by the way.” 

chanhee waves you off, saying it’s okay. “now shut up and watch the fireworks.” so you do, gazing up at the night sky in awe as you watch the colors and lights erupt in the sky. sangyeon is standing next to you doing the same with your hand still in his. as he lets out “oohs” and “aahs” at the show, you jump excitedly from your spot. 

“thank you, sang” you say above the fireworks and he turns his attention away from the sky to look at you. you were still gawking up, but sangyeon couldn’t be bothered to turn back to the show when the lights from the fireworks shone onto your face. he could see them in your eyes, anyway. 

in a way, sangyeon felt sorry. he felt sorry because he had dragged you away from your work to watch this damn firework show that everyone else was looking at, but the only thing he was looking at in this moment was you. 

feeling a stare on you, you turn your head to find sangyeon. his gaze was set on you, a slight smile on his face as he looked into your eyes that were speaking for him. you know that look. 

“sangyeon...” you mutter, staring back into his eyes.

he knows that look.

“y/n” he mumbles back. “stop me if you don’t want it.” 

sangyeon lets go of your hand, only to wrap both arms around your waist to pull you flush against his body. his lips settle on yours in a kiss and at first, you were too shocked to move, but as another firework exploded in the sky, the sound brought you back to the reality that sangyeon was kissing you. you melt into his touch, kissing him back as your arms come up to wrap around his neck. this is all you’ve been waiting for. 

pulling back, he leans his forehead against yours. you two were slightly rocking back and forth on your feet, a little weak in the knees at the kiss. “I like you. so much” you say with a smile, biting your lip and sangyeon can’t help but lean in for another one just as a heart shaped firework lights up the sky. 

“did you see that, hoon?” chanhee squeals. “this is straight out of a romance movie!” 

“I told him,” younghoon says. “that if he stared long enough, they’d finally turn their head and they did.”

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Why Mileven is just not healthy (not about byler)

If you want to ship Mileven, go ahead. They’re cute, i get it. But you cannot sit here and tell me that canonically they have a healthy and happy relationship. You cannot tell me they are meant to be. Here’s why (without me mentioning byler AT ALL)

1. Eleven was literally trapped in a lab and traumatized for her ENTIRE life. from the moment she was born to when she was about 12, she was stuck in this lab. She had no real concept of family, friends, or relationships. She had no real concept of how the world worked.

2. Ben is the first instance of safety that she’s ever experienced, and he gets shot by the people who had her trapped.

3. Mike is the very second instance of safety, and her FIRST look into love. After Mike let’s her in his basement, he is now her main source of safety. He is becoming her comfort because he is NICE and he is CARING. yet behind the scenes, he’s agreeing to send her to a mental hospital where he thinks she escaped from…

4. Mike consistently is back and forth on El the whole time they’re looking for Will. One minute he trusts her and the next he’s asking “what’s wrong with you?” and “why did you lie?”. He parallels Brenner in s1 (and more throughout the show)

5. El was literally gone for almost all of s2. Mike cared a bit, yeah, but he was mostly focused on Will.

6. S3 is where they go even further downhill, its the first look we get into their actual relationship, and it’s literally all just making out and isolating from their friends. I get it, they’re like 13, but really? Look at Lumax. Lumax can easily navigate their relationship and friendships.

7. El is becoming her own person when she’s hanging out with Max, Max is encouraging her to be herself and find things SHE likes. Mike doesn’t like this, and consistently claims that Max is corrupting her.

8. Mike literally couldn’t care less when El dumped his ass. Look at his face. yeah i know he went and was asking how to fix it blah blah blah, but srsly? he just let her run away. (i said i wouldn’t mention byler but he literally biked across town in the rain to apologize to Will so we know he’s capable of apologizing on his own)

9. Mike might say “i love her and i can’t lose her again”, but what does he do when he finds out El heard it? He lies. “i don’t remember what i said”. She tells him she loves him too and kissed him, he stands there with his eyes wide open. He looks shocked. When she walks out he’s still staring, he looks like he just realized he fucked up.

10. S4, Mike can’t even write “I love you” to El. If he loved her, like he said in s3, why wouldn’t he be able to even write it?

11. My absolute favorite, the way the two of them cannot be themselves with each other. El is lying in her letters to Mike. She doesn’t have friends, she’s not doing good in California. She needs to make up new interesting things about herself because she lost her powers, and she thinks Mike only likes her for her powers. (she thinks everyone only likes her for her powers, it’s how she was raised) Mike is dressing up like some dad going to hawaii on vacation, and pretending he’s not some huge nerd because El never showed interest in his nerdy side. (in his true self).

12. Mike has another parallel with Brenner after he sees what El did to Angela with the roller skate. This reinforces El’s idea that Mike is scared of her, and only likes her when she’s using her powers to defeat monsters.

13. Mike and El argue about Mike not being able to say he loves her, and He is so insistent he does but will not say the words. Not even while she’s sobbing to him over it. He says she’s blowing it out of proportion. He tells her she’s a superhero, and she says “not anymore”

14. El writes that she’s gone to become a superhero again, this is the first time she doesn’t write love.

15. El’s entire time at area 11 and in NINA is her learning she has the power to control her own life. She can be who she wants to be, she can find her own identity. She is not a superhero. She is not a monster. She is Jane Hopper.

16. Mike’s monologue was nothing that El wanted to hear. It was so hypocritical. From the fact that Will was the one who had to urge him to say anything while she was dying, to the fact that he called her a superhero ONCE AGAIN. we can infer from earlier she does NOT want to be considered a superhero. she wants to be her own person, separate from her powers. that’s what she’s learned this entire season. Mike also says he loved her the moment they saw her, that his life started that day they found her in the woods. That is simply not true at all. If Mike had fallen in love at first sight, he would’ve never considered sending her to Pennhurst. If Mike’s life had started that day, he wouldn’t have been so easy to let her go when they saw the fake body get pulled out of the quarry. Even Lucas was telling him to lay off her in that moment, LUCAS. The guy who was the only one with real logical thinking the entire first season. He didn’t trust El from the beginning, but even he knew Mike was going overboard.

Let’s draw my conclusion from these little notes of everything i’ve written. El is traumatized. She is still figuring herself out and realizing what is friendship, what is family, and what is love. She didn’t know any better, so she got with Mike because she thought that because they kissed and he cares for her, that it’s romantic love. Mike, on the surface level (because i’m not talking about byler) got with El because she was the FIRST girl that ever showed interest in him, Lucas said it himself in season 1. Mike is canonically insecure about himself and he latched on to the first girl that liked him. Mike needs to feel needed, and he needs to know that someone loves him for who he TRULY is. El doesn’t want to need anyone. she wants to be independent and have family and friends. They just don’t fit together, they can’t support each other’s needs. With El’s character arc this season, mileven being endgame would be an assassination on her character.