#this is VERY much a blurb

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32 "it looks good on you" for beznaia?

alice... i knew what to write as soon as you sent me this, enjoy!

Marco felt a little foolish. When Pecco said he wanted to see Marco in a skirt as a reward for winning the championship, he’d been all for it. It was such a small thing to ask and he wanted to make Pecco happy any way he could, show him how much he loved him. Yet now that he was standing there in the fitting room and looking at himself in the mirror he was beginning to hesitate.

The skirt Pecco had picked for him to try was short and black, shorter than he'd thought skirts were supposed to be. He was sure on anyone else it would be an insane turn on, but he just felt out of place, not exactly the kind of a seductive sight he’d hoped he could give Pecco. It didn’t really help that he was still wearing his own VR46 team shirt which made wearing this for Pecco a lot stranger.

This was stupid. He shouldn’t have even offered. It had been egoistical to think he could pull it off.

“Hey, try this on with it!” Pecco said, excitedly, as he quickly opened the door of the cubicle so he could slip inside too. He was holding a white skin tight and slightly cropped top, his eyes on the shirt as he hung it up in one of the hooks. “It should be the right size but if it’s not I can run and get another to—” That was when he cut himself off, as he noticed the way discomfort was probably oozing off Marco. “Hey. What’s up?” he asked, shifting closer, so he could place his chin on Marco’s shoulder from behind.

Their eyes met in the mirror and Marco considered for a moment just sucking it up and saying nothing. He had never been able to – or willing to – lie to Pecco, though, so he folded in like ten seconds flat. “I feel kinda stupid.”

“Because of the clothes?” Pecco asked, slowly sliding his arms around Marco to pull him to his chest. The closeness helped immediately, and the tension bled off Marco as he leaned back against Pecco. He nodded, still a little embarrassed by the whole thing. Pecco only huffed, not dismissively but kind of fondly, and pressed a quick kiss into the curve of Marco’s jaw. “You didn’t think it was stupid when you dressed like a girl that last time, remember?”

Oh hell yes Marco remembered. But that was different. It wasn't for Pecco then. It was a stupid gag costuke done in a group. This was serious. “Yeah,” he croaked out, clearing his throat. "But that was a joke, this- I'm sorry, Pecco, I just feel stupid."

“Wanna know what I see?” he asked, but went on before Marco really even answered. “I see a man who was willing to go out of his comfort zone to make someone he loves happy.”

That did feel nice to hear but Marco almost scoffed and told Pecco it still didn’t mean he looked even decent at all in the outfit, just because he’d willingly tried it on. He turned his head to look at Pecco to tell him exactly that, but Pecco used the opportunity and shut him up with a kiss.

As it broke, he gave Marco’s lower lip a little tug with his teeth, grinning as he went on. “I see strong thighs,” as he spoke he slid his hands from Marco's waist down to the front of his thighs, the touch making him shiver a little. “They’re almost bursting out of the skirt,” Pecco added, almost dreamily. “I want to get down on my knees and bite them all over.”

Marco felt his knees go a little weak, and maybe he leaned a little more heavily against Pecco. The other man obviously noticed as he shifted behind Marco, and that just made it even better. There was an obvious bulge in Pecco's jeans as he pressed his crotch against Marco's ass, a telltale sign of how hard he was already from this. Knowing he was excited about this immediately made Marco more excited, too, and did wonders to boost his confidence.

So Marco arched his back, shamelessly pressing himself against Pecco's erection. “What else?” he asked, knowing he was fishing for compliments, but also knowing that Pecco would be willing to indulge him.

The low sigh that Pecco let out was like music to Marco's ears, and he let his eyes slip shut as Prcco's hot breath hit his neck. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, trust me,” Pecco said, running his lips up the side of Marco's neck and then to his jaw, scraping his teeth over the soft skin. “I can’t wait to get to unwrap my present. It looks good on you, great on you, but the best part will be to peel the layers off. Slowly.”

“You really like it?” Marco asked, still trying to make sure, although he was already convinced. He’d been too flustered and overwhelmed when he’d thought he wasn’t living up to the imagination that it had made him doubt himself needlessly.

“I do,” Pecco said. “If we weren’t in public I’d show you.” He grabbed Marco's hips, then, and spun him around so they were face to face. He waited for Marco to look at him, before he went on softly. “But we don’t need to do this if you don’t want to. We can just go home and I’ll show you just how much I appreciate even the attempt.”

“No,” Marco argued. “I want to.” And he did. He’d just gotten into his head a bit there, but by now he was pretty much as excited about it as Pecco was.

“In that case,” Pecco drawled, before unceremoniously spinning Marco around again. He pressed back close against him, slid one arm around Marco's waist, and the other to his hip. Only for a second, though, before he let that hand wander down to Marco's crotch, teasing him through the fabric. “I can’t wait to get home.” He practically only breathed into Marco's ear, his voice low enough to keep things private. The background music at the store wasn’t loud, but enough to give them some degree of privacy, especially as the place had been virtually empty and there weren’t others close by to pay attention to them.

Marco was already about to answer, but then Prcco went on, making his breath hitch in his throat. “I’m going to lick every inch of your body until you’re begging for me to fuck you.”

The sound Marco let out was pretty much a pathetic little whimper. Especially as Pecco combined the words with slowly circling his palm, just barely teasing Marco without giving him any more. Marco shuddered, trying to breathe in deep so he could remain in control instead of losing it like a teenager. All these years together and Pecco still did that to him, still made him feel like they were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

“I’m going to love you so hard, like you deserve,” Pecco went on, something soft in his voice in addition to how it was husky with clear lust. “Because you know what else I see?” he asked, but didn’t bother to wait before answering his own question. “I see the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

[sleyu]

in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them

i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.

the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.

it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.

[miscellaneousdae]

[10:14 pm] — Choi San ᡣ𐭩

please enjoy this little blurb about moving in with san, and trying to get your cats to bond with each other…or, more accurately, me using that scenario as an excuse to write about soft, domestic san

choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you s-

“I think they’re getting along,” San mutters, leaning back into the couch, shoulders pressing into the firm cushions. Your gaze wanders over his big shoulders, just admiring the gorgeous man that you get to call yours. Your eyes meet his, heart warming at the way he sweetly smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the sides as dimples form on his soft cheeks.

“Yeah,” you respond, plopping down next to him after he patted the spot beside him. He extends one arm over your shoulders, gently bringing you even closer to him. You happily nuzzle into his warmth, throwing your leg over his lap as you do so, your head resting on his chest.

You both look at the sight in front of you; your cat and his sniffing at one another. When your cat nuzzles against Byeol (San’s cat) and is met with a similar nuzzle, the pair seeming to approve of one another, you grin. “They’re definitely getting along,” you hum happily, resting your chin on San’s chest as you look up at him. He looks at you, hand rubbing over your back. “I love you,” you say, merely a whisper.

“I love you,” he responds, nuzzling his nose against yours in a way that’s reminiscent of your beloved pets, and god, everytime you genuinely think you can’t fall any harder for this man, he doesn’t something like that, and you fall deeper into your abyss of pure adoration for him.

You press your lips against his, the two of you sharing a short, sweet kiss. Just when San goes back in for seconds, a thud sounds on the couch, and there Byeol is stepping up on San’s thigh, clearly wanting attention. In a similar fashion, your cat follows in Byeol’s steps, sitting at your feet.

“That’ll have to wait, we have kids to tend to,” San says playfully, pecking your lips before turning his attention to Byeol, petting the purring cats’ head sweetly. You push yourself off of San just to scoop your own cat up, and soon, the four of you are snuggled up on the couch.

Nothing else in the world could bring you the very happiness and contentment you feel in this moment.

[demigods-posts]

if i could have the show change anything, it'd be the kiss in tbotl. everything pretty much stays the same. he screams at her to get out because they don't have time to think of a plan. and she still kisses him. except this time around. he tries to kiss her back but she pulls away before he can. i think it would allow them to acknowledge the mutual desire for what could have been if they had time. but they can't ever be because time isn't on their side.

[stevebabey]

uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.

[katsu2ji]

izuku is extremely observant, especially of the people he loves, so it's no surprise that he's immediately jumping to action when he sees signs of you not doing well. whether it's a physical or mental illness/disability, izuku wastes no time in making sure you're comfortable enough to get through it. when you first told him about it, he made sure to research and ask as many questions as he could (without making you uncomfortable, of course) to make sure he was ready to take care of you. he'll ask you what you need him to do, and half the time you don't even need to tell him, because he's already got it covered.

he absolutely hates seeing you in any kind of pain, but if him being there and providing as much help as possible helps make it a little easier for you, then he's happy to do it a thousand times over.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[bruisedboys]

also!!!!ugh eddie taking a shy!you to one of your first ever concerts. just let’s you cling to him the entire time because it’s just a little overwhelming. he buys you drinks all night and definitely!!!! gets angry when he catches some other guy flirting with you.

sweet — eddie munson x reader

summary: protective bf eddie takes his shy girl to her first concert. fluff, established relationship, shy!reader (ty aerial for this superb ask I love you sooo so much)

fem!reader 1.2k words

You’re clinging to Eddie like a koala to a tree. You don’t seem like you’re going to let go any time soon. Eddie doesn’t really mind, though it worries him a little.

You say something but you’re too quiet and the music’s too loud and Eddie doesn’t understand. The only reason he knows you’re trying to tell him something is because he sees your lips moving. He’s maybe been watching your expressions like a hawk for the past half hour. Maybe.

Eddie thinks, defensively, that he has a right to be worried. It’s your first concert, and you’ve always been on the shyer side, to the point where even small gatherings with Eddie’s friends overwhelm you. Not that he cares. He likes you just the way you are. He’s just worried this — the people, the music, the crowds — could be too much for you.

Eddie bends down slightly so his mouth is next to your ear. “What was that, pretty girl?”

As expected, you flush from head to foot. Your fingers toy with the hem of your denim jacket as you shake your head, staring at the dirty floor.

“It’s nothing,” you say, loud enough for him to hear but still quiet. Timid. Your voice is scratchy. “Doesn’t matter.”

Eddie’s brow pinches. He reaches around his torso to grab your wrist, pulls your hand away from where it’s abusing your jacket, his fingers working into the spaces between yours. His movements make you look up, your big sweet doe eyes meeting his.

“What did you say?” He asks, voice low and careful. Kind, but concerned. “Are you feeling okay?”

You swallow and it looks awfully hard for you to do so. Eddie remembers your scratchy voice. Something clicks in his brain.

“You’re thirsty,” he says suddenly. “Gotcha.”

You look embarrassed that he’s figured you out but happy that you don’t have to ask again. You nod, all flushed in the cheeks. It’s adorable.

Eddie steps around so he’s facing you better, chest to chest, your joint hands squished between you. You’re still clinging to his other arm, your fingers digging into the crook of his elbow. You’re standing so close now that it’s hard to tell whose limbs are whose.

“Do you want to wait here while I go get drinks or do you want to come with me?” Eddie asks. Usually he’d take you with him, but he doesn’t want you to miss any songs.

You give his elbow a squeeze. “I’ll wait here.”

There’s a hint of braveness in your tone that makes Eddie proud. It shows in his smile. “Yeah? You’ll be okay by yourself?”

You nod just as the stage lights wash over the both of you. The fluorescent lights paint your face all sorts of colours, your skin glowing under their heat. You look like an angel, Eddie thinks. He can’t help reaching out to touch your face, the line of your jaw blazing bright under the stage lights, the shadowy hollow of your neck.

Eddie’s totally mesmerised. “You’re so pretty,” he says, ultimately forgetting the conversation at hand.

Your skin burns under his touch. You look to the side, forcing him to drop his hand from your face. “Eddie,” you chide quietly. You look like you want to floor to swallow you up.

Eddie’s heart swells. You’re so shy. It’s endearing. “Just telling the truth, bub,” he says, hooking a knuckle under your chin.

He tilts you up until you’re looking at him again, flushed and nervous but pretty as ever. Your skin is burning. He figures he better dial down the flirting, otherwise you might burst into flames on the spot.

“What drink did you want?” He asks gently, casually, like you’re not seconds from passing out.

“Um,” You stutter for a moment, words lost in the heat of the moment. Eddie waits patiently for your mouth to catch up with your brain. “Just, um … whatever you’re having. Get your favourite.”

Eddie almost melts on the spot. You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever met. “Okay.”

“Thanks, Eddie.”

Eddie’s pleasantly surprised when you push up onto your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. Your mouth is warm and soft on his skin. It’s a quick peck and you pull away after only a moment, but Eddie still feels frazzled by it. He’s sure if he doesn’t pull away soon, he’ll never be able to. He gently frees himself from your grasp and gives both your arms a good rub.

“I’ll be back soon, angel.”

When Eddie gets back, a drink in each hand, you’re not alone. Some guy is talking to you animatedly, his hands moving as he speaks. Eddie’s surprised and then not. You’re very pretty, of course you’ve caught someone’s eye. Though, you look less than enthusiastic about it, silent and tight-lipped. Your hands are gripping the ends of your jacket again.

Eddie gets closer and he can tell you’re trying to be polite, a small smile plastered on your face as you nod every once in a while. But he can see by your body language that really, you just want the dude to leave you alone. Eddie gives him a once over. He’s admittedly quite a bit taller than Eddie. He could probably steamroll him if he wanted to. Eddie doesn’t let that stop him. He strides forward.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He addresses you directly, his tone loud and cheerful, acting as if the dude isn’t there. His interruption cuts off the stranger in the middle of what sounds like a very self-absorbed speech. Eddie steps in so he’s half blocking you from the guy’s view. “I got your drink.”

You look immensely relieved and grateful as you take the drink from him, your fingers brushing his for a beat too long. You meet Eddie’s eyes and he gives you a look, raising one eyebrow as if to say who does this guy think he is? You’re giggling softly as he turns to face said guy.

“You alright, dude?” Eddie asks loudly, almost shouting in his face. In any other setting Eddie would get a mouthful of knuckles for that, but here, where the crowd is loud and the music louder, he gets away with it.

The guy scowls and grumbles something unintelligible.

Eddie uses this to his advantage and acts like he can’t hear him, bouncing along to the pounding music and pointing to his ear. “Sorry, man! Can’t hear you!”

To top it all off, Eddie throws an arm around your shoulders, jostling you to the music and planting a smacking kiss to your cheek. The dude rolls his eyes and walks off, disappearing into the crowd. Eddie and you watch him leave with twin grins.

You feel a tad stiff under Eddie’s arm. He releases you though he doesn’t want to, worried he’s overdone it. Your shy smile as you step back into Eddie’s personal space and take his hand in yours reassures him.

“Thanks, Eddie,” you say quietly, squeezing his hand in a way that has him melting like a popsicle.

Eddie feels dazed and can barely get his words out around his massive grin.

“That’s okay,” he says. He’s not sure why he’s grinning so much. He thinks it’s because you’re just so fucking sweet. “S’what boyfriends are for, right? Scaring away the creepy dudes?”

You wrinkle your nose. “That guy was annoying,” you complain, pushing into Eddie’s side like you want to be glued to him forever. “Wouldn’t stop talking about himself.“

You giggle at your own words, a pretty lilting sound that makes Eddie feel like he’s floating. Really, he should be enjoying the music, but instead he’s just enjoying the sweet sounds of you, drinking up your laugh and your voice like it’s liquid gold. The concert thrives around him but he can barely hear it.

Grinning so wide his cheeks ache, Eddie nudges your drink with his, your glasses clinking. “Drink up, sweetheart. I got my favourite, like you said.”

Actually, he got your favourite instead of his. He doesn’t tell you this. You’ll figure it out soon enough.

thank you for reading! reblogs are appreciated 🤍

[rendellstreet]

Brief character information from the TTS series pitch bible seasons I & II

[turtleblogatlast]

Middle of the night thought that I may extrapolate on much, much later: The next iteration of Leo always has something about them that the previous iteration wanted or was denied of.

[2-dsimp]

A MONTH FREE RENT ONLY FOR A SLOPPPY AWAKARD MAKE OUT!!?????

WHAT ELSE CAN I GET FOR FREE?????

I’m gonna fuck this dude, and owe a building, sorry Angel boy, but once I’m done with you, you’ll be a broke fallen Angel. Ahhahahahahhahahahahahahhah

- 💎 anon

Eventhough Jericho comes off as a “pushover” he’s not that gullible. There’s an ulterior motive behind each favor he does for you. With him you can expect an unknown catch from any interaction.

Although he doesn’t necessarily like Being an angel. It does have its perks, despite the pressure of living up to the imposing reputation. They have of being the epitome of gods image.

And the landlord will use said perks to his advantage despite being a “loser angel” himself. Since it’ll help him chain you down into his open embrace with every “influential good deed” he preforms for his dearest tenant.

[hannie-dul-set]

hii, I will represent onedoor and ask for jaehyun in the reverse harem hell <3

[green card application]. myung jaehyun is a jealous man.

not that he’d ever admit that to himself. absolutely not. he’s not jealous. he’s never jealous. for every single instance that he’d be very explicitly, very overtly be feeling a little green, jaehyun would always have an excuse. a justification. 

he wasn’t jealous when woonhak greeted him ten minutes late on his birthday when the kid greeted everyone else on time— he was wronged. he wasn’t jealous when the kids from last year’s children’s day event kept flocking to sungho instead of him— he was offended. those are completely different feelings from jealousy. he’s above feeling that sickly green emotion.

well. that was until you picked leehan over him to work on the event entrance with you.

“donghyun-ah, the kids keep fighting. do you wanna work together instead?”

in that moment, even myung jaehyun couldn’t deny that what he was feeling was jealousy.

and it wasn’t a very nice feeling.

“quit being pathetic,” taesan bluntly tells him, the both of them sitting on the stairs at the entrance of the office. jaehyun unburies his chin from his knees, still hugging his legs to his chest to look to his left and send taesan, who’s been tossing a rubber ball back and forth into the air, a dirty look. “what? i’m just saying. quit acting like your girlfriend just cheated on you. she’s not. you don’t even have the right to be jealous.”

“mind your own business, jerk,” the both of them have been moping around and wallowing in mutual rejection ever since you and leehan disappeared into the storage room together. why’s this guy acting like he’s all mature all of a sudden?

“just saying,” taesan shrugs, shooting the ball up in the air one last time before hooking an arm to catch and pocket it, because at that moment, the both of them see you and their other friend leave the storage hut, and taesan quickly jumps to his feet and runs up, calling out your name.

jaehyun’s stomach writhes at the sight. it’s mid-afternoon. the sun is so bright and warm and focusing on you entirely, but your attention is caught in between two boys who are trying to carry the boxes, papers, documents for you.

the tree leaves are green. the yard’s grass is green. myung jaehyun is seeing green.

“jaehyun.”

somehow, he thought that the best way to manage this feeling is by throwing a protest. a fit, if you will. for the next three days, he hasn’t been talking to you. he’s been simply just acknowledging your existence as a co-volunteer. he’s nothing more than that to you, anyway.

“jaehyun-ah.”

because taesan is right— he doesn’t have the right to be jealous. he doesn’t have the right to want your attention. he’s doesn’t have the right.

“myung jaehyun.”

he doesn’t—

“jaehyun!”

his three day protest is tossed into the trash when you corner him by side-stepping in front of him before he could flee, catching his face between your hands, and he’s a deer caught in the headlines. “you’ve been avoiding me.” you’re squishing his face. he’s staring at your face. he’s been trying his best to not look at you these past few days and he’s punched square in the nose by the reminder of how pretty you are. “are you sulking?”

the warmth that’s seeping from your palms into his cheeks is overheating is brain. he’s burning. he’s burning up. what...what was he doing again? protest? what? “why—why would i be?”

your hands leave his face and he pouts and frowns even further. “you really think i wouldn’t notice you getting upset the other day?”

that means you’ve been paying attention to him. jaehyun nearly ascends into cloud nine, but he’s brought back down to earth by your next few words.

“it’s not that i didn’t want to work with you. it’s just that donghyun was the only one i haven’t gotten the chance to get close with yet in the committee.”

again, myung jaehyun is a jealous man.

“so i thought it would be a nice opportunity to get along with him better.” and this is a feeling he can’t quite control just yet, and neither can he control his face and expression— a visibly knitted look, downturned lips, and drooping shoulders which don’t go unnoticed by you. “jaehyun-ah, what’s wrong?”

he droops even further, tugging you closer by the hem of your shirt so he could mumble, “i don’t like it.” and again, it’s just as taesan says— he doesn’t have the right to be jealous. 

you laugh. “what do you mean?”

“why do you need to get closer with him, anyway?”

but if he doesn’t have that right, can’t he just earn it?

“you’re already pretty close with me.” 

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [leehan]

[champ--bear]

luckybeartoys has now shown The Boy in his box, and he looks so fucking fluffyyyyy

the back of the box reads:

Oopsy Bear is clumsy which continually affects himself and others. But Oopsy, using all the caring in his heart of gold, gets in touch with his inner oops!! And stumbles to the rescue of his friends.

While at first, it may seem like poor Oopsy is doomed to spend his life in second place, his true potential begins to shine through as he overcomes his own disabilities, often putting forth more effort and dedication to solving problems as they arise.

honestly i'm beyond thrilled that they truly acknowledge oopsy as a disabled bear. now if we could get them to also actually use the word autistic, i'd be ecstatic. but as it stands, seriously them saying that oopsy is disabled is a big thing (they did not use to put it that way, he was only clumsy and had struggles)

[miscellaneousdae]

[ 8:43 pm -> 4:27 am ] — Jeong Yunho ᡣ𐭩

(Just a little blurb because i’m down bad for this man rn)

Jeong Yunho is the kind of person to fall in love at first sight, but it has nothing to do with how you look. I mean, he thinks you’re beautiful, but it’s your aura. Your presence draws him to you, and when he speaks to you, it doesn’t feel like this is a man you just met, no. It feels like you’ve known him for years, unlike anyone you’ve ever come into contact with.

You immediately feel safe with him, comfortable in your skin. His sweet eyes and warm smile melt your heart, and you get so lost in speaking to him that you don’t even realize how much time has passed until he brings it up.

“It’s almost ten,” he says, sighing softly. The sigh seems somewhat sad, as though he may just be disappointed that the nights coming to an end, but also content, like he’s pleased with how he spent his night - you hope he is, as it was spent talking to you. “Can I bother you for your number? Or if that’s too personal, your instagram?” He asks, making you grin at how respectful he is and has been. Trusting him, and truly wanting to get to know him better, you give him your number, and wish him a good night.

While you can no longer see the man, his handsome face doesn’t leave your mind, and as soon as you begin to almost miss him, despite having just met him, your phone buzzes.

‘Hey, this is Yunho, the guy from the restaurant. It’s late but I was too impatient to wait until tomorrow to text you. So i’ll say goodnight and let you be. Enjoy the rest of your night. ❤️’

You smile widely at the message, and against your better judgement - the voice in your head insisting that you be responsible and go to sleep - you text him back. The two of you stay up way too late, as if you were teenagers and not adults. You don’t regret it, and neither does he. If only you could see just how big his smile is on the other end of the phone.

[diyasgarden]

kisses :3

Art loves giving and receiving forehead kisses. He finds the gesture to be right on the line between intimate and sweet. He likes it when you're both just sitting down next to each other or when one of you has to go somewhere. He will do it anywhere and everywhere and multiple times.

Tashi loves kissing in general. She will have a full on make out session with you, with no intention of escalating it to sex. She just enjoys how close it feels when both of you are kissing. Her hands running up and down your body, so close together that you may as well just merge into one. It's just satisfying to her. She also loves it when you give her flying kisses when she walks away. She'll roll her eyes in response, but with a grin that reveals just how much she likes it.

Patrick will kiss you anywhere and everywhere. There is probably not one part of your body that he hasn't kissed. He's also the type of annoying to kiss your thighs and your cunt before giving head, just to tease you bit more (but that's a story for another time). He really loves when you give him kisses on his cheek. He loves making out with you (duh), but something about you giving him a kiss on the cheek feels comforting. Especially if you're both just laying down next to each other. He probably gets slightly cranky if you walk away from him without giving him one, because he is clingy like that.

[mywonbin]

wonbin being too scared to go on rides. he hasnt liked them since a little boy—hes never been on one but just looking at all the ups and downs and twists and turns is too intimidating. the gut to throat feeling when going down a really steep and fast coaster doesnt seem like a nice feeling to him. he doesnt understand why anyone enjoys that. wheres the pleasure? he is not the type to sacrifice his own comfort just to prove his image to you. when it comes to something scary—theres no room for discussion. he. is. not. doing. it. he doesnt care if you laugh at him or call him a loser or whatever other name. it wont diminish his ego anyway. hes more than fine to let you go do it alone as he watches from afar. on the ground. behind the safety barrier. maybe even a couple inches back from the safety barrier. just for extra safety. after all it was your idea to come to an amusement park. you knew he wasnt gonna go on the rides with you. like how dare you take your babygirl princess to a place he hates most. . . “come onnnn, ill hold your hand the whole time wonbin i promise~ its gonna be fun” even with your sweet tone he still looks at you with a completely appalled look that youre seriously trying to convince him right now. you grab at his wrists and try pulling him toward the line of the ride. youre stretching his arms out as his feet stay glued to the cement beneath them refusing to move. obviously hes not gonna budge but you just like to tease him. he throws his head back and complains. you laugh at his annoyed reaction. so you take his hands and instead drag him to a churro stand from across your view (which you know he wont reject) . you sit on a bench and share your cinnamon and sugar coated rods of fried dough—wiping the residues off his face every once in a while. you sit and lovingly stare at your boyfriend taking in his gentle nature. hes just a boy who doesnt like scary things and that makes him him

[aq2003]

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