#y'all i cannot stop STARING at my boi

[puraiuddo]

AHHHHHHHH!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️

#jazz #autobot jazz #tf jazz #jazz tf #transformers jazz #jazz tf #kuro kara kuri jazz #flame toys jazz

[wonhes]

ᝰ. RII7E AND HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS

PAIRING: riize x reader

GENRE: fluff, maybe angst if u really squint and tilt ur head and turn ur phone to the side

WARNINGS: none that i can think of

ᥫ᭡ SHOTARO

— stop because I genuinely believe shotaro wouldn't care. but like definitely not in a bad way! he just seems like the type to be so reassured in your relationship. he knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him and vise versa. if he spots someone flirting with you, he would honestly just find it amusing. because can he really blame them? look at you! he would sit back and watch the scene unfold. I feel like he also wouldn't have an issue sharing you with his members either. like I feel like the boys would go to you for advice and would love having you around and he would love that! he only ever draws the line whenever he's trying to get some alone time with you and his members keep butting in. he wouldn't be super jealous, but he would more so be annoyed with maybe just a tad bit hint of jealousy. I can see him getting up from his spot and rolling his eyes before pushing away his members. he would shake his head at them before mumbling, "go away! my yn, it's my turn." as he shuts the door on their faces. he would turn back to you and let out a big sigh of relief with a playful smile on his face.

ᥫ᭡ EUNSEOK

— guys, eunseok to me seems like the type that gets jealous but is in complete denial about it. he teases you whenever YOU get jealous so he cannot show you that he gets jealous. bc he doesn't get jealous! fr fr! like pft him? eunseok jealous? no way! or at least that's what he keeps telling himself. but god whenever he sees someone is standing a little too close to you for his liking he swears he feels his eye twitch. and you keep smiling at them. why are you smiling? and did you just laugh? why are you laughing? so many thoughts would race eunseok's head but he would shake them away and tightly grip on to whatever item he was currently holding. you would then spot him, run up to him, and place your arms around him but he would shake you off. he would mumble something along the lines of "go back to your little boyfriend" and you would immediately smirk at his words. seeing your smirk, he would quickly shake his head at you. he's not jealous! he doesn't get jealous! he really doesn't!!

ᥫ᭡ SUNGCHAN

— oh mf doesn't hide it nor does he try to. he trusts you 100% but he doesn't trust others. he seems like the type to never leave you alone in a gathering but if he has to, he would make it so quick. if he has to leave you and he sees someone else talking you up, he would glare at the other person from across the room and quickly come back to you. he would instantly place his hands on your waist and bring you closer to him. he would without a doubt insert himself in y'alls conversation as well. fake laughing along before sending the other person a tight lipped smile before asking, "what are we laughing at?" he makes sure everyone knows that you two are dating. oh and he would definitely kiss you in front of the person that was flirting with you. kinda in a way to tell them to back off without verbally saying it. but if he has to verbally say it, he definitely will. don't test my man. and please, he acts the exact same when you're talking to his members. he simply just doesn't want to share you.

ᥫ᭡ WONBIN

— ... I feel like there's two sides of jealous wonbin. on one hand, he seems like the silent jealous type. like as soon as he sees someone flirting with you, you best believe he's huffing and puffing. he would scoff at the sight and would clench his jaw as he would see the person continue to try and flirt with you but he wouldn't do anything about it. he would just silently stare daggers at them. and on the other hand, he "jokingly" acts like he's jealous but in reality, he's not joking. this side of him only ever comes out when you two are hanging out with his members though. like he always, and I mean always, has to have an arm, a hand or literally be around you when you two are hanging out with the boys. the boys would try and have a conversation with you and there wonbin was placing a quick kiss on your cheek causing you to revert your focus back to him. and that's why he does it. because he doesn't want you focusing too much on them.

ᥫ᭡ SEUNGHAN

— seunghan seems like the jealous type but the type that doesn't get jealous easily you know? he's the type to not care too much when someone is flirting with you but god when he sees you spending a little too much time with one of your friends that's where he draws the line. you two would be on the couch and then you mumble something about having to leave soon to go meet your friend. and seunghan would not be for it at all. he's immediately pouting and shaking his head. and instead of letting you go and telling you to be safe, like any other normal person would, seunghan hugs your figure tightly and places a leg over you to stop you from leaving him. when you giggle and tell him to let go, he immediately says no and continues pouting at you. "wouldn't you rather spend more time with your amazing, awesome, handsome boyfriend?" he would ask, offering you his best puppy dog eyes causing you to giggle and realize what was going on.

ᥫ᭡ SOHEE

— god sohee would get jealous but literally just the pouty jealous kind. he wouldn't know how to act or react to someone flirting with you. he wouldn't know what to say when he feels like you've been hanging out with your one of your friends a bit more either. he would literally just pout. he would be so pouty and often times would overthink things which would cause him to get a tiny bit insecure. all sohee ever wants to do is please you so if he sees someone else flirting with you or if he feels like you're spending more time with one of your friends he would simply sulk. and you knew of this too. so whenever you would see him pouting, you would immediately go up to him and place your lips against his while mumbling a soft "I love you." a wide smile would quickly replace his pout and he would instantly kiss you back before mumbling an "I love you more" and just like that all his worries and insecurities would quickly vanish.

ᥫ᭡ ANTON

— anton gets jealous over the little things but here's the catch, he doesn't actually realize he's jealous until he finds himself catching an attitude about it. you two would be hanging out with his members and he would see you getting a little too close to sohee and anton would immediately start losing it. he would act like if he didn't care but as soon as sohee is standing near him, he would purposely bump into him and offer him a lame ass "sorry" before continuing to walk to god knows where. he also seems like the type that would just completely shut down. the boys would try and get a conversation out of him but anton could quite frankly not care less. it wouldn't be until you would see him actively avoiding the members that you would go up to him and he would mumble out a quick, "what? is sohee busy now?" when you finally catch on to his jealousy, you would playfully ask if he's jealous. laughing you would wait for him to deny it but would be in complete shock when he shyly nods while avoiding your eye contact. ironic that he's tall because at that very moment he would feel so tiny and vulnerable. and silly, god he would feel so silly.

[wrr000]

"Small gestures"

The Destined One x reader - headcanons about communication +really short oneshot at the end

Notes: it's basically @szynkaaa idea!!!!!!!!!!!! go and check their blog NOW!!!!!!!!!!! i'm currently working on another headcanons with the destined one and more serious oneshot, hope y'all will enjoy this

Warnings: fluff, kinda fanon the destined one? english is not my first language so i will prob make some changes later! i also exaggerated the situation in oneshot for the fluff, forgive me

travelling with silent destined one was difficult, but soon you realized that sometimes gestures can express more than words

at first it was hard to communicate, this barrier seemed insurmountable to you

but you quickly noticed that he wasn't trying to push you away or left you behind because of it, no - he tired to show you with small gestures that he actually cared

it started with slowing down a little so you could catch up or glancing at you to make sure you were still walking next to him

gently poking you with his hand or tugging your clothes to get your attention

stretching his arm to prevent you from walking further and signaling you to hide behind him. he always made the same gesture then

finding you a safe spot to hide when he knew a tough fight was coming

when an enemy apeared unexpectedly and you were in the middle of the fight, he bought you some time to escape somewhere safe

grabbing you by forearm to make sure you didn't get hurt (you have to tell him several times that you're fine, boy is worried)

all these little things made you understand him more and at some point you learned how to read his body language, gestures and face expressions; scratching his ear when impatient or confused, characteristically touching his nose when he's thinking and all those kind of things

you just knew what he wanted to say (but couldn't)

during this time, you didn't even notice how much you were getting closer and how much you cared for each other

he never made you feel like a burden and you always tried to help him as much as you can

you could talk to him about anything and he would listen to you carefully, making sure you feel comfortable

the destined one never would have thought that he would meet someone like you(and fall in love) during his journey

of course it isn't a flawless relationship because it's still a cheeky monkey that cannot stand 5 seconds without getting into a fight, but it's a story for another time

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Leaving that cursed land of rats was something you had been waiting for a long time. Almost from the moment you arrived there. Sandstorms were hard to survive, let alone the mad rat king and his two sons. However, you quickly missed the sandy landscapes, because the next stop was a land covered with ice.

Journey to the next Relic wasn't easy. The snow was falling heavily, limiting your vision. The horizon disappeared, you could only see The Destined One figure forcing his way through the high layer of snow. You felt that your shoes were already soaked along with the lower part of your clothes.

Even though you were following the path beaten by your companion, you were moving slowly. You sighed heavily at the thought that you probably still had a long way to go and you could only dream about a break. How nice it would be to sit by the fire and warm yourself. Suddenly various memories started coming back to haunt you here, in the middle of nowhere.

You were pulled out from your thoughts by the familiar warmth. You looked to your left and met his shining eyes, staring into your red face. The Destined One was standing next to you, wrapping his arm around you. A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry", you said quietly. "I'm slowing us down"

But he just shook his head as if he wanted to say that you were talking nonsense. With a firm move, he pulled you closer to him. Your bodies touched even more, you felt a pleasant warmth radiating from him. His hot breath spread across your frozen place. Even know you could feel his unique, but nice scent.

He noticed your tiredness and how chilly you were. You had been shivering from the cold for a while now. He wished he had something to cover you with, but all he could offer was his arm. You appreciated his concern and looking out for you. That alone made you not feel so poorly anymore.

"Thank you, much better now", you said with a smile. "We can go"

He nodded, clealry pleased with the answer. You to were walking together now, hugging each other. The road didn't seem so hard anymore and the snow slowly stopped failing. The horizon became clearer, revealing hugh mountains and old temples. You finally felt like you had made progress. Previous difficulties became only unpleasant memories.

The closer you got, the more the weather was getting better. It was still snowing, but it wasn't even that cold anymore. And yet you still walked together, hugged to each other, neither of you thinking about pulling away. While admiring the views, you told him some old story from your childhood about a hard winter in your village. When you weren't looking, he was admiring you in silence, enjoying the moment.

[zomb-rabbit]

Can I be silly and goofy and do volley ball player reader again for Toby pookie :3333

-🐟

fishy u can always hit me w them volleyball reqs dont u even fret (also i put nsfw hcs in there for u :3)

[ NSFW ] 🪓 Toby Rogers x volleyball player! reader sfw + nsfw headcanons

SFW:

CUUUTTTIIIIEEEE

he tries so hard to be supportive i promise but oh my god he does not know anything about sports

boy was homeschooled for a LONGGG time and sports weren't really that much of an option given how most of the other kids treated him, and he just never learned how like. most sports work

BUT HE IS WILLING TO LEARN FOR YOU

thinks ur lil outfit is so cute tbh he can't get over u when ur ready to go

he tries to go to all the practices and games he can- he knows how much those things matter and he wants you to know he cares

he'll try and take note of all the things you were doing well (probably listening to your coach trying to figure out what the name of whatever you did is) and point them out to you

he's such a sweetheart about every part of it

he really does try to deal with the other people that are at games/practices, but you might notice he's standing off to the side if it's more of an iffy day for him

hes adorbs and loves u to the moon and back

NSFW:

hekshejehehHEJEHEHEHEHE

HES GOT SUCHHHHH A STARING PROBLEMMMMM

he's so embarrassed about it but he literally cannot help staring at how your legs look and the curve of your ass when you bend down or how your back flexes when you jump up to hit the ball or or or or

he absolutely tries to fuck you in more positions where he can feel your legs wrap around him and pull him in- he's such a sucker for how strong you are

YOUR SHORTS ARE GONNA TAKE HIM OUTTT that flimsy fabric that's BARELY covering you ???? and he's supposed to be normal about it ????? you're joking. there's been more than one occasion where he couldn't help himself and you two might have been a little late that day

some of these being late events happen even when he really tries not to- but when you're telling him about your plans for later while you're getting ready and see him staring your figure down, arms crossed over his chest and almost panting breaths, it's a lil hard to let it slide

if he left any hickeys, fingerprint bruises, any kind of marking from the last time you two were alone that was visible with your uniform and you don't try to hide it, there's gonna be double that as soon as y'all get home

most days he can't get over the fact that you're his, when you show him off he gets beyond flustered but he can't stop the mix of a fluttering but primal feeling he gets having you all marked up

sweet sweet boy is down so terribly for you

[multifandomslxt]

BESTIE I NEED FUCKABILITY FOR 127 NEEOOWWWWWW

😭😭

PLEASE

This was sitting in my drafts finished and everything y'all.

MDNI

NCT 127's F*ckability scale

How likely it is that they'll fuck you based on the following...

Taeyong

Calling him Baby boy/ baby/love: This is what I call the rare inevitable fuck because you cannot delay this one baby. He created the sentence "Fuck you into the mattress"

F*ckability 100/10 YES. IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN

Being extremely knowledgeable on something he's interested in: A mouthful I know but not to worry that's not the only thing that's gon' have your mouth full lmaoo. He loves it when intelligence is displayed. Teaching him = seducing him.

F*ckability 10/10 Will Happen

Johnny

Literally just being shorter than him: Self-explanatory. Just struggle to reach the top shelf once and you'll see how just fast he's ready to help and to fuck you into oblivion. He loves that shit man, makes him feel needed.

F*ckability 8/10 Highly Likely

Sarcasm: He loves a sarcastic bitch. let him ask you an obvious question and then you reply sarcastically. He'll be shocked and turned the fuck on. OMFG if you match his energy and be sarcastic to him when he's being sarcastic to you??? Fuck outta hereeeeeee!!! I'm so serious when I say he takes it upon himself to fuck the sarcasm out of you. In other words...he fucks you dumb.

F*ckability 12/10 Will Happen

Yuta

"literally anything"

Eye contact: We all know he likes to stare MFS down. His gaze is piercing I'm sure we've all seen that by now so when I say eye contact I mean how long you can hold his stare. so if you're shy and can't hold his stare he's fucking you. If you can hold his stare...he's still fucking you lmaooo. So it's inevitable just meet his eyes for a millisecond and you'll see.

F*kability 12/10 Will Happen

Sleepy/Morning voice: Just stop. shhhhh. I can confidently say a sleepy/morning voice would make THE NAKAMOTO YUTA harder than a rock and he IS going to tell ask you to fix it.

F*ckability 1000000/10 Will happen (just spread them cheeks and call it a day)

Doyoung

Taking care of him: Specifically when he's sick. My God. you're feeding him soup and the whole time he's just plotting how hard he's going to fuck you once he gets better. Imagination so damn vivid he can hear the sounds of his balls meeting your pu- lemme stop

F*ckability 9.5/10 Extremely Likely

Praising him: Who doesn't like praise?? Hehas a praise kink (you didn't hear it from me)

F*ckability 10/10 Will Happen

Jaehyun

I honestly don't even know what to write here...this man is turned on by any and everything you do once he likes you. He's also always down to fuck so imma just say

F*ckability 14000000/10 (never dropped btw it's been here since he hit 18) WILL HAPPEN JUST NAME THE PLACE AND TIME

Jungwoo

Using his shampoo/cologne: Oddly specific but he loves it when you smell like him. He's obsessed with it actually. He licks you when you do this btw but once again...y'all never heard it from me.

F*ckability 6/10 Likely

Sitting on his lap: 5 minutes tops before y'all are fucking. He's just always horny and for you to sit on his lap knowing this??? yeah he's fucking you dumb <3

F*ckability 9.5/10 Extremely Likely

[sixeyes59]

Guys 💀

I've been roaming the internet in search for more "From" content and theories at 2 a.m. like the night monster I am, and, by a complete accident, have found the description of the season 3 finale by someone who claims to know it. Just imagine what I was fighting not to read it but eventually the voices won and I read it all. 🤠 Obviously I am not even hinting at where I found this information for y'all's own sanity, but what I can say is that it corresponds VERY well with the upcoming episodes' descriptions on Rotten Tomatoes 💀💀💀

I'm sorry, I'm really am, but this is the only way (👀🤡) for me to get this off my chest without spoiling anything:

- as I've predicted, WE ARE IN FOR SOME MAJOR SHIT 😭😭😭

- especially one particular plot element is going to be just bananas 😭 I cannot stop thinking about it and can't believe it, wow just wow (can't wait to make memes about it already)

- I was very wrong or very right about a certain thing depending on the future layout and revelations about it

- Elizabeth Saunders, Donna's actress, was 100% right about the next profound cliffhanger but it's going to be SO SATISFACTORY

- a major theory running amongst us is going to be revealed as hinted at to say the least

- I am surprisingly not mad in the slightest I've possibly spoiled for myself because if it's really what's going to happen then it's. SO. GOOD.

- and last but definitely not least, in the wise words of our beloved boy Jade:

*there was supposed to be Jade gif here but obviously I haven't found anything suitable 😒*

EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED AND THE WRITERS ARE DOING AN AMAZING JOB 😭🙏 That's what I've been saying all this time to all the disbelievers.

I apologise for behaving like the show itself and speaking in tongues of confusion but I've been lying for at least 15 minutes before making this post staring at my ceiling and I needed to get this off my chest 😭 (without sPOiLinG aLl tHe fUN) to anyone).

Again, take this with a grain of salt as what I read could obviously had been completely made up, I don't want to cause a stir. But having reread the Rotten Tomatoes' descriptions it's either all encrypted and corresponding with what the person wrote or even more is going to be well, going on. 😭 Let's buckle up out belts everyone.

I will give an update on this post whatever the come out is.

energy this fucking post has 🤡

me moments ago af

[mooncello]

Hey friends. Holy wow my big sad brain took me out this past week. I couldn't touch anything creative until the last couple days. (The warm sunshine is helping.) I'm on my fourth rewrite of chapter two for lost boys. (Fourth!) I think this is the version y'all are gonna see because I cannot keep doing this to myself. At some point, things just need to be good enough, yeah?

Eternal gratitude for @thewholelemon who has read every version, every axed sentence and dead end, and continues to offer sage wisdom, feedback and encouragement. Jenny, you're also reminding me to have fun, and, well, I honestly think I would have given up on this thing by now without you. Alllll the love, my friend. 🩵

For today, I'm sharing part of a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor. Enjoy this dead darling as it's headed to the compost pile. In the spirit and practice of having fun and not overthinking things, it is unedited.

It's also long so I've placed it under the cut.

A delighted laugh spills out of my mouth, and I hold out my arms in a raw embrace of the elements, tilting my face into the warm rain and feeling the water collect in the dips of my eye sockets. Eventually I blink open my eyes to find Simon racing between thick, tall flower stems with Pockets. Simon stops for a breath and looks over his shoulder at me, his smile bright and open and wide. It only takes a couple minutes before we are completely soaked through. “Tink didn’t tell me it would rain,” Simon says once he’s finished running around and joins me by an enormous tower of purple orchids. “I don’t mind it,” I reply. I don’t, really. Not when it feels like the most luxurious hot shower, surrounded by giant flowers. Not when Simon is standing in front of me, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin. (That’s happening more – me noticing things like that. Specifically about Simon.) (He’s a dream. It’s fine. I wish he were real, but it’s fine.) “Let’s go dry off,” Simon laughs. We part ways with the others and return to the flat rocks overlooking the sea. The rain ends at the meadow’s edge, so it’s nothing but big blue sky and gentle sunshine as we stretch out on the rocks. A slow, balmy wind sweeps over us from the ocean. It smells of salt and lime and driftwood. The sun-warmed sandstone bleeds its warmth into my back, and I release a contented sigh. “Fuck…” I draw the word out so long it turns into a groan. “The sun feels good.” Simon gives a lazy laugh and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head across his arms. Our bodies make a near-perfect 90 degree angle. “I feel like a cat,” I mumble. “I don’t want to move. Ever.” There’s no response. Simon is silent, which is unusual for him. I squint open an eye against the bright sunlight and glance over at him, only to find him staring at me. His curls fall over his forehead and his eyelashes are still clumped together, thick with meadow rain.  My stomach swoops. I feel exposed under his gaze. “What?” The faintest pink sweeps down his neck, and his eyes flick away. “Nothing.” He sniffs. “I mean, do you ever – I dunno…Would you…” He trails off, and I’m too sun-drunk to fully pursue. “They’re called words, Simon,” I drawl. Simon scrunches his nose and tucks his chin over his arms, tilting his head at me. “What d’you wanna do after drying off?” That isn’t what he had wanted to say, but I’m loose-limbed from the sun and distracted by the way his forearms are folded over one another. I tear my eyes away from his arms and say with a deep sigh, “Told you. I’m never moving from this rock. I’m a cat. A lizard. I’ve entered my reptilian era.” Simon laughs again, and the sound finds every crack inside my body and fills it with a warmth that surpasses the sun.

thank you for the tag @thewholelemon

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@best--dress, @shrekgogurt, @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersworld, @facewithoutheart, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ileadacharmedlife, @stitchyqueer, @valeffelees, @orange-peony, @larkral & @iamamythologicalcreature (ty for the art chat 🎨🧡)

[fanficonly]

Wenclair -One Shot

"Anything for you Cara Mia"

Couldn't get this idea out of my head. Wednesday is clearly whipped for Enid and I thought this would be incredibly fun to write about if they were together as a couple.

I was right. Hope y'all enjoy 😋

...

"Wens stop strangling Ajax" Enid didn't even look up from her phone and Wednesday scowled but released her grip from the terrified boy.

Everyone at the lunch table stared at Enid in shock and then watched as Wednesday returned to her seat and allowed Enid to place a light kiss on her cheek

"Good girl" she whispered in Wednesdays ear who then had to suppress the smile that threatened her features. No one heard this of course but they were all baffled to, for the first time ever, see their dark spirited friend actually listen to someone and do as she was told.

The first to pipe up of course was Bianca " Wow Wednesday Addams whipped never thought I'd see the day" she joked and the slight chuckle that muttered across the table was immediately shot down by a death glare admitted by Wednesday.

"If you wish to remain alive I suggest you introduce silence into your daily routine" Wednesday remarked coldly. Bianca just raised her eyebrows and returned to eating her food and occasional chatter with everyone at the table.

Eventually Enid stood up and grabbed Wednesday's hand who happily followed suit.

"Hey where are you guys going?" Xavier asked before they were able to leave

"None of your business Beanpole" Wednesday spat unnecessarily mean in true Wednesday fashion.

Enid again leaned over and whispered in Wednesdays ear. She rolled her eyes and spoke again "Apologies. But I am still declining to answer your question". And with this statement she roughly grabbed Enid's hand and led them out of the cafeteria as the blonde girl smiled happily skipping along behind her keeping hold of her hand.

"What the fuck just happened" Yoko scanned everyone at the table who all hummed questioningly, all feeling the same way.

.....

It had been approximately 1 month since Wednesday and Enid had gotten together romantically and the soft spot she had for the werewolf girl had only grown. She was definitely whipped and it was becoming increasingly clear to all of their classmates that Wednesday would do absolutely anything that Enid asked of her. Anything.

Enid became more daring with her requests and 2 weeks in she had learned certain phrases and words that would send her girlfriend into a passionate frenzy.

Good Girl.

Me Amore.

My love.

It sent Wednesday over the edge when Enid would brush her lips against the pale girl's ear and whisper these to her.

And just in general rewarding Wednesdays good behaviour with light affection which she had recently learned she found incredibly satisfying when it came from Enid and Enid only.

They had made their way to their dorm room both fully aware that they intended to skip the rest of their classes.

Enid closed the door and beamed at Wednesday, who turned to face her.

"You know I can't say No to you Enid you are using your powers for evil" she stated disapprovingly.

"I have no idea what your talking about baby" she pouted her lips and innocently tilted her head to the side. Wednesday had to push away her need to satisfy her girlfriend to replace them with stern words.

"Don't act all innocent" Wednesday stepped toward the blonde who had placed her hands behind her back and was rocking from side to side with pride

"Oh come on Wednesday I love how 'whipped' you are" she said quoting Bianca.

"Cara Mia I Love you but you know you'll only confuse their small minds" she spoke bluntly, recalling the confused faces of her peers when she did as Enid had instructed during lunch.

"Wednesday there's no need to be so mean" Enid scolded once again.

"They can't hear me" she defended "You cannot take away my free speech" and Enid just giggled at her wrapping her arms around Wednesdays neck.

"Hmmm fair enough" she pecked Wednesday on the lips playfully, who begrudgingly admitted to enjoying the affection and instinctively placed her hands firmly on Enid's hips.

"You also know you can't say what you said to me earlier in public" Wednesday reminded her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" she lied, winking at her beloved.

"Yes you do." She raised an eyebrow "It ignites a fire within me Enid I told you only in private" she lectured.

"ohhhh that" she smirked "Yeah you should have never reacted to that one it gives me way too much power over you" she giggled sweetly remembering back to when she had first said it as a joke but noticed it had elicited a very noticable response from Wednesday.

Enid then attempted to kiss her girlfriend with more passion but Wednesday moved away and smirked

"Wens" she whined at the absence of the shorter girl's lips.

"No darling I will not reward this behaviour" she smirked again jolting her eyebrows in victory

"Hey do not try and turn this around in me!" Enid placed her hands on Wednesday shoulder and pushed back lightly to look her in the eyes.

"watch me" Wednesday challenged.

"Kiss me" Enid demanded playfully.

"No" she refused, getting gratification from taking back some of that power.

"Me amore pleeeeeaase" Enid gave her best puppy dog eyes that she knew her girlfriend could not resist

Wednesday bit her lip trying to force the Addams Family blood that ignited within her to cool down, after hearing Enid speak in this way.

"This is torture" Wednesday almost pursed her lips.

"That's why you love it" she smirked deviantly, only causing Wednesday to be at the mercy of the girl even more.

"Now kiss me" she instructedm

Wednesday unable to control herself just smiled slightly and replied "Anything for you Cara Mia" pushing Enid lightly against the door by her hips and capturing the girl's lips with her own.

Enid just smiled between kisses enjoying Wednesday's love for her " Anything?" She cheekily asked against her lips.

Wednesday just pulled back an inch and caressed Enid's face lightly

"Anything Cara Mia" she repeated before passionately kissing her once again.

She was so whipped.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Tada! Another Vast!Jon AU snippet.

I know where this is going now. Oh, boy, y'all are in for a ride.

Martin/Jon Childhood Friends

YouTube Baker Martin!

Famous Photographer Jon!

A plane crash! Angst! Drama!

Stoker brothers!

Archivist Sasha!

Currently: Jon understands he's been marked by the Vast.

He also has learned he's marked by the Eye, and has no idea what that means. Simon Fairchild got him an appointment with an old friend to explain.

(shudder)

Also, Martin is being... shall we say, stalked by a certain Sea Captain who sees some horrifying potential in Martin's delightful little baking show.

Wicked cackle, etc.

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Jon peers at the building.

It’s grand and glorious; white stone and red brick, elegant, with just a single, understated sign saying, THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE: EST. 1818 by the entrance.

Something about it, though.

This building would go into the private collection.

The weird collection.

The photos he dares not release because they would destroy his reputation.

The photos he cannot explain because he does not believe in the supernatural, but the images he’s captured don’t care.

Or… well. He rather does believe, now.

He’d thought there was a scientific explanation for his weird photos. There had to be, right? It was atmospheric strangeness, or… or some kind of strange electrical interference.

It’s not, though, is it?

Though for all those photos to be real…

He breathes away the rising nervousness and raises his camera. Focuses. Snaps half a dozen shots.

“It is a lovely building, isn’t it?” comes from behind him, and he jumps.

There’s a man.

And Jon has to take a moment and close his eyes and let his brain reset because this man's head is one huge eyeball, jerking around, looking at absolutely everything in the world.

Jon takes a slow breath and opens his eyes.

The man looks normal now, to Jon’s relief - a decade or two older, well-coiffed and expensively suited - and does not have a huge, unlidded eye for a head. 

“Elias Bouchard?” Jon says.

“Yes. You must be Mister Sims,” says the not-a-man with a thousand-watt smile, and offers his hand.

Jon shakes it. “Thanks for meeting with me.”

“Well, you are in an interesting predicament, aren’t you? Come on in. Ah - fair warning: one of my employees is quite eager to meet you today, should you feel up to it. It seems she’s acquired one of your earlier photos - the spider leg illusion?”

Jon startles. “I thought that burned.” 

“Apparently not.” His gaze is unnervingly penetrating. “Call me Elias, would you? We belong to a very special club, and have no need to be formal.”

“Jon, then,” says Jon, because he kind of has to, even though he wanted the comfortable distance of formality.

“This way.” Elias takes the lead.

And even from behind him, Jon can feel he’s being stared at. 

Watched.

Studied.

Jon chews his tongue nervously as they enter in. The building feels just like Elias does, and everywhere Jon looks - just out of frame, in the periphery - he catches glimpses of something he swears might be more eyes.

If he looks directly, they’re gone. 

He’s pretty sure they’re not gone.

It feels horrible.

It feels wonderful.

It feels like he can stop pretending to be anything he isn’t.

It feels like he needs to go hide in a closet. “It’s, uh,” he manages. “This is, uh.”

“A little much? I know. It can be overwhelming at first - but I assure you, you are safe here,” says Elias. “I’m familiar with your body of work. I’m very impressed, Jon.”

He says that like being impressed isn’t a thing that happens often.

Jon’s heard compliments enough that they don’t make him feel any particular way. He’s too busy being annoyed that he can’t see all the eyes head-on. “Thank you, I suppose.”

Elias nods to a secretary (who pretends not to be staring at Jon's bandages and fails spectacularly), then gestures Jon into his office.

The door closing behind him is frightening and final, and makes him want to turn around and run right back out.

But he doesn't.

He needs answers. He needs to know what this is about, what the Beholding is, what he should do.

Oh, but now, now that they’re not on a public street, now that they’re not anywhere ordinary humans can see, Elias stops pretending to be one.

He circles Jon, too close, unblinking.

Jon stands completely still, like a camouflaging rabbit.

��Amazing,” Elias whispers. “I’d already guessed you were marked by the Eye; your photography is very powerful, Jon. And now, you’ve been marked by the Vast - which, I dare say, is rare enough - but Simon didn’t tell me you had three marks.”

“Three?” Jon says. “What? There’s another one?” 

“Yes. Very old.”

“Oh, come on, now,” says Jon, irritation cresting right over his hard-won and practiced politeness. “Simon told me less than ten percent of the population ends up with one mark, and you’re telling me I have three?”

“Three.” Elias stops in front of him, holding his gaze. “I know what I see.”

Jon’s protests die on his lips.

He stares.

Those eyes.

Those gray eyes.

They -

“What do you see, Jon?” whispers Elias.

“I… please let me photograph you,” Jon whispers back.

Elias smiles. “Of course. We’ll continue talking when you’re done.”

Jon still hasn’t blinked as he raises his camera.

He doesn’t until it’s over.

#

Martin jogs up the steps and takes a second to flap his shirt away from his body, hoping to dry the sweat before it stains.

This was not ideal. He hates running.

He could haul rocks up mountains or walk a million miles, but running? Pleh. For the birds.

“Though they fly, I guess,” he mutters to himself, coat over one arm, and brings up his camera app to ensure nothing is out of place .

He’d gotten a text while jogging and hadn’t noticed.

How does it feel to be so alone?

The number is hidden.

Martin stares at it, his heart caught in an uncomfortable tension.

He -

He shouldn’t. Doesn’t.

He - 

“What?” he whispers.

“Hey!” says Sasha, coming up behind him on the stairs. “Martin! Good to see you!” She gives him a quick side-hug. “Come on in. Just got back from lunch.”

Martin compartmentalizes the text with a will and focuses on the here and now. “So you didn’t see Jon?”

“He’s here?” She looks ready to levitate right off the stairs. 

“Should be. I was supposed to meet him before he went in, but…”

“Come on, have some tea, freshen up. Elias is harmless. I’m sure Jon’ll be fine.” She makes a happy little sound and skips twice, clapping her hands. “I get to meet Jonathan Sims!”

Elias knows about fear gods. Martin doubts he’s harmless. But Sasha’s joy is catching. “Heh. He’s grumpy, but I’m sure he’ll like you.”

She absolutely beams at him. “Rosie,” she says. “Please don’t let Mister Sims leave without seeing me first?”

“Sure thing, Ms. James,” Rosie says. “Oh - you need a visitor’s pass?”

“Probably. One second.” Sasha leaves Martin there and goes to Rosie’s desk to fill out a form.

The office beyond her is closed.

That has to be where Jon is.

Martin can’t hear anything.

He heroically resists the urge to press up against the door and listen in.

Funny, though: no voices come through, but he is certain he hears the click of Jon’s camera.

“There you go.” Sasha hands him a badge not dissimilar to the press pass she’d lent him days ago.

“Oh, I still have the other one,” he says, patting himself down. “Sorry, I left it at home.”

“No worries. You can bring it by whenever. Want to see my Archive?” She smiles like a proud parent.

Martin glances at the door.

“Don’t worry. He won’t leave without us. Come on, let me show you. Come on! You wouldn’t believe the mess it was in when I got the job.”

Another click from that office.

Martin can’t be hearing it. It wouldn’t carry that far.Shook up by that stupid text, he thinks, and wonders if he needs to change his number.

#

“Would you believe she even had statements put in folders with the wrong years?” Sasha is saying, threading her way through a maze of boxes and stacks of paper with the ease of familiarity. “We’re getting it organized, but I really need more help.”

“How much does it pay?” Martin says as a joke.

She tells him.

He trips over a box. “What, for real?”

“Mm-hmm. Benefits, too.”

Martin looks around. “And it’s just… organizing files?”

“That’s what I need help with.”

Could for sure tell Antoine to fuck himself tonight, and wouldn’t even need to click a spooky link to do it. “Do you hire me, or…”

She laughs. “You’re serious?”

“I really am.”

“Well… let’s go back up. See if we can get you an interview, yeah?”

“Hell, yeah. You should get Tim to join us. Danny, too. We could all quit our jobs and be spooky ghost researchers together.”

She laughs. “I don’t know if they’ll let me hire too many folks without qualifications, but… you shouldn’t need any for this? I mean, it’s basically filing.”

Oh. Right. Qualifications.

“I didn’t go to college,” Martin says, heart sinking, wondering what the hell he’d been thinking.

“I don’t care. You’d be looking at files and putting them in little folders with dates. If they say you need a degree for that, I might just quit over it.”

He thinks she’s joking.

Martin is calculating the amount of money needed to keep a building like this up and running, utilities and all, and is fairly sure qualifications will matter very much.

The office door is opening just as they get back upstairs.

Jon looks bombed.

Pale. Dazed. Staring at the floor with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Jon?” says Martin.

And it’s like the sun dawns. “You came,” says Jon, abandoning his haze like stepping out of a cave.

Behind Jon is a man who spooks Martin right to his core.

It’s the look, he thinks. Very cat-that-got-the-cream. “You ready to go?” Martin says, too cheerfully.

Sasha gives him a funny look. “I thought you - ”

“I really appreciate the tour. Definitely quite the place you’ve got here,” Martin interrupts because he is not working here under some fear-priest who looks like that.

Sasha’s not stupid. She’s confused, but she immediately changes course. “Sure! But before you go… Mister Sims?”

Jon looks at her as if he hadn’t even realized she was there. “Oh. Hi?”

She minds the bandages and doesn’t try to grab him or shake his hand or anything. “I am so pleased to meet you. My name’s Sasha James. I’m the head archivist here. Could I borrow you for a moment of your time? We have one of your old photos here, and I would dearly love to talk to you about it.”

Jon really does not want to give a moment of his time, but he’s learned to be professionally polite. “I can do that. I don’t know if I have any answers for you, though.”

“Ah - Ms. James, we don’t really allow guests down in the archive,” says Elias Bouchard, almost gently. “It’s not public facing.”

“He’s obviously going to make a statement,” says Sasha, chin raised.

Bouchard smiles. “Well-played. All right, Jon. You can go down.”

They’re already on first-name basis? Martin thinks.

“What about Martin?” says Sasha.

“One violation of the rules is enough for today, don’t you think? Not to worry - I’ll get him some tea. He’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

Oh, none of this was cool. “Uh,” says Martin.

“Sorry,” Sasha says, and means it.

“No, it’s all right. It’s fine.”

Jon touches his arm. Looking the question.

“It’s okay,” says Martin, because logically, Jon needs this connection, and Martin doesn’t want to fuck it up for him. “Go for it. I mean, maybe don’t take too long?”

“I don’t have the energy for ‘long,’” says Jon. “You could go? Meet me at a cafe, or something?”

“You don’t have a lot of energy and you want me to just leave you here,” Martin says, dry.

Jon laughs a little, embarrassed. “All right, all right. I’ll be back quickly.”

Sasha looks like Christmas came early. “This way. Oh, would you prefer the elevator or the stairs?”

“Elevator, please. Stairs are still a little tricky,” says Jon.

Martin watches them leave and wonders if he’s made a mistake.

He looks over.

Bouchard is the epitome of banal, non-threatening smiles. “Tea?”

“Sure.” What’s he going to do? Say no and start throwing punches?

Over what?

Jealousy, maybe?

Jealousy. That’s what it is.

Martin can identify it, but he’s not sure why it’s there, and it bugs him. He just feels weirdly… paranoid in this place.

“Do you have a preference?” says Bouchard, leading him the opposite direction of Jon and Sasha.

“Anything but Oolong.”

Bouchard laughs politely. “Good news: I’m fairly sure it’s Jasmine.”

“That’ll be fine. Thank you.”

He doesn’t look like a fear-priest.

“Jon must have impressed you,” Martin says. “I mean, I doubt the head of the Institute is usually out here making tea for randos.”

Bouchard is still smiling as he turns around, offering a little wax-coated cup. “A keen observation. Yes. He did.”

And, Martin thinks but does not say, Bouchard wants to make a good impression on him, so it’s Nice-to-Martin hours. “Thanks.”

“This must be very difficult for you,” says Bouchard, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms. “Witnessing such a dramatic change in someone you know so well can be rather… frightening.”

Martin blinks. Jon told him?

But Jon said not to tell anyone. He said Martin would be in danger.

Well, apparently, he’d trusted Bouchard at once. 

What else had he told him?

The jealous feeling increases. “It’s… definitely frightening.”

“Understandable. And of course, the fear that you yourself are in danger must be sharp, as well.”

Wait, what? “Me?”

“Of course. New avatars tend to be… ravenous. You’re quite fortunate that he isn’t new to the whole situation, really.”

What kind of a conversation was this? “He…oh. He said there was that Eye thing, too?”

“Yes. For many years.”

Martin has no idea where this conversation is supposed to go. “Well. Got any advice?”

Bouchard laughs. “Try not to be eaten.”

Martin stares at him.

Bouchard smiles.

Martin sips his tea.

Bouchard smiles.

Martin decides there are hidden cameras all over the breakroom for whatever reason, and that’s why he feels practically x-rayed. “I, uh. Can I take this back out to the lobby?”

“I’d really prefer if you drank it in here,” says Bouchard, low and smooth.

It’s too hot.

Martin burns his mouth a little to get it down faster, and he wonders what else Jon told this guy, and he tells himself he will never, ever need to be afraid of Jon.

No matter what his deeply startled gut says.

Bouchard smiles.

Neither of them say another word until the tea is finally gone.

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

YAHHH @jessamine-rose YOU CANNOT JUST DROP A SPOILER LIKE THAT?? IT SHOOK MY HEART!?!?!

...

Okay, sorry.

I'll calm down a bit...

For the sake of possibly getting 🍀 going through a crisis, he wears it for the sake of being able to see. He struggles a lot because (correct me if I'm wrong cause its been a WHILE) he's actually far-sighted! However, when he doesn't have his glasses, he just wears contacts instead.

So, i just imagine darling huffing around and saying that boss already met them before. He said that he didn't see darling at all because he wasn't wearing his glasses (despite him actually wearing contacts) and darling believed that cuz this is all before them being 'close friends' and darling was only admiring (?) him.

After them being 'friends' and darling knowing the fact that he sometimes wear contacts, i doubt darling would be chill about it when they remember it lol (manifesting my petty personality to darling 🤞)

(First scenario may or may not include Friend! Darling staring at his face and saying he looks more handsome with glasses)

THIS THO?? HELP ✋️ WHERE'S THE HELLO, HOW ARE YOU??? But yes, i agree with darling, he is HOT wearing glasses. I mean, with or without, he looks absolutely fineee. But! I personally think people with glasses are hotter and like damn, kind of sadistic too??? Okay, i'm gonna stop rambling before i say something weird-

- 🍀 anon

LMFAOOOOO I MEANNNN

Tbf with you 🍀, if Boss can't see, it's high-key that he legit cannot see without his contacts. My boy has those days where he couldn't bring his contacts or something and when he lost his glasses, he's just squinting like "...???"

Please he acts like it's normal for him but some of those days were the ones he's genuinely blind if you're near him. God forbid you accuse him of lying because he'd point at his eyes and go "I can't see without my contacts. If you'd like, you can head out." LMFAO

(my boy may be a mean Yan but he's STILL a boss, so...)

Though, it would be funny for him to have contacts and still see friend darling... I just see him as more blunt at times with them. Cause yk, they're friends and friend darling knows when his mood swings from one end to another lol

Reading the end makes me cackle because I swear I have plans and man... Man y'all are going to hate it.

[hickeysgodcomplex]

Y'all i just know eddie munson can DANCE. Like, he's a musician, he's got rhythm, that boy can move. And the day steve finds out about this, his brain fucking shuts down.

Maybe he ends up at a club with eddie, nancy, and robin. Because robin had come to eddie one day after she and nancy got together and she'd just been talking to him about how she wished she could be with nancy in a public place and not have to worry. And eddie, ever the sweetheart was like "well i know a place you could go. I can take you guys if you want?" So he takes them to an lgbt friendly bar he knows down town. And sometimes they go by themselves but mostly its the girls and eddie, he's their "creep buffer" on the dance floor. And even they had been like "holy shit" when they saw him dancing.

But one day Eddie's in the video store and he's checking out and just nonchalantly says "im picking you up at 8 tomorrow right?" And robins just like "yep! And nancy might already be at mine. If not we'll have to grab her too" and eddie of course just like "yeah no problem" and steve is just standing there like ".....um... hello???? What's happening?" So they invite him too.

And he's nervous when eddie picks him up, eddie opens his fucking door for him. Says something about the passenger door sticking, but it looked fine to steve.

And then steve sees him dancing with the girls and just, stops functioning. He's staring, he knows this, cannot get his eyes to move away from eddie. Steve's sitting at their table, not really a dancer, at least not in public. And eddie comes back to the table, to chug the rest of his beer. And Steve is STILL staring. And eddie just stands there, looking at him as he sets his glass down slowly.

"Why is everyone always so suprised i can dance?" Eddie says, prompted by nothing steve can figure out. Steve shrugs, his mouth is dry, if he tried to swallow right now he swears he'd just hear a sad clicking sound. Eddie shakes his head as Steve keeps staring.

"Just cuz it's not my kinda music doesn't mean i can't dance to it Harrington." Eddie jokes, steve doesn't react, well he blinks, twice, maybe three times. Eddie blinks back and then...

He leans down, palms flat on the table, getting into Steve's space (but not close enough goddamn it). And he's like "better watch it, starin like that. Might give a guy the wrong idea." And he winks, and he grins but its... shy. And then he's gone. Back out on the dance floor dancing literal circles around robin and nancy, making sure no one unsavory gets too close.

And maybe eddie gets them all anotber round of beers, and he's sitting next to steve as they all rest at the table. Then nancys favorite song comes on and robin drags her away again and eddie just looks at steve, holds his hand out subtly by his thigh and is like "you wanna?" And tilts his head toward the crowd of dancing people. And steve flushes down to his chest and shakes his head. Eddie nods, smiles, and goes after robin and nancy, steve doesn't miss the disappointment in his eyes when he looks back at steve over his shoulder.

And then a slow song comes on. One steve actually knows, and kind of likes. He watches Robin and Nancy move together, swaying to the soft music, sees eddie heading for the table again, not wanting to dance alone to a slow song. His head is hung, his shoulders drooping a bit and that decides it. Steve stands quickly and walks to eddie, determined.

He bumps into Eddie, sliding his hands down his arms gently and grabbing Eddie's hands. He tugs him back toward robin and nancy a bit and then moves Eddie's hands so they're around his neck. Eddie gasps when Steve holds his waist. Steve hasn't looked at him yet, he's trying to focus on moving normally while being so close to eddie. Eddie's fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and steve sighs, relaxing a bit and letting eddie move them a bit more.

"Thought you didn't wanna dance." Eddie whispers, and steve looks up at him and is fucking floored by the look on Eddie's face. His eyes are wide, open, and he looks so goddamn fond that Steve's pretty sure his knees are gonna buckle. He presses his fingers into Eddie's waist gently, worring at his shirt.

"Changed my mind." Steve mumbles, his eyes dropping away from Eddie's face and then moving right back up to see that beautiful bright smile of his.

"Im glad." Eddie moves closer, one hand pushing up into Steve hair more, the other draped across his shoudlers as he holds Steve close, swaying side to side. Steve's brain isn't functioning, there are no thoughts at all in his head, the only sort of coherent thing he can think is Eddie's name. So he just wraps his arms tighter around Eddie's waist and lets him move them around the dance floor.

Steve goes with them to the club everytime after that. And if it takes him a few more weeks to gather the courage to actually dance with eddie when the music's fast, eddie isn't complaining, slow dancing with steve is always the highlight of his evening. Shit, the highlight of his fucking week. And if it takes steve another week after that, to finally ask eddie if he can kiss him one night when he's dropping eddie off at home, well, the soft look in Eddie's eyes when he nods and takes a step closer to steve, is definitely worth the wait.

[yandere-romanticaa]

The idea got popular so here it is, the twst boys’ prefered body type! Be sure to take this with a grain of salt however, these are just my opinions and headcanons. They would all still love you regadless of your appearance! TW for low key misogyny lmao, maybe even some feeding kink? Also implied female s/o, but not necessarily.

This also didn't quite turn out to be about body types but IDC I'M TIRED 😴

HEARTSLABYUL :

Riddle cares about your health to an obsessive degree and he will want you to be proportional in every sense of the word. He wants you to be the best version of yourself, therefore he won't allow you to be neither overweight or underweight. He'll spoon feed you himself if he must, your health really is top priority to him. He doesn't really have a preference due to this. He does have a soft spot for delicate hands and legs though.

Trey, oh God Trey, I'm sorry but the two of you are literally in your late teens/early twenties but y'all are gaining weight like an old married couple, it's so precious!! 😭😭 He really likes to spoil you with sweets and he has a hard time saying no to you, he just wants to spoil you, okay? 🥺 He says that he has no preference but that's a lie, he likes to see you gain more weight and become a bit more chubby over time. If he's in the mood he'll even squeeze your belly but he won't be mean about it! Softness is his weakness, especially if he was the cause.

Cater, I can see him going in several directions but rn I feel like being mean, he is SHALLOW lmao. He really wants you to look good for all of his photos and he'll guilt trip you if you don't work out and eat well. He'll join you sometimes, maybe! I also see him being into someone that's shorter than him, he really likes to look down at you because it's just so cute to him.

Ace - THIS BULLY, THIS AWFUL, MEAN BULLY!!! No matter what you do or how hard you try Ace will poke fun at you and he won't hold back. You're skinny? Wazzup twig, go eat something! You're bigger? YOOOOOO piggy, go take a nice long run, it could do you some favors! If you're a girl, if you have a flat chest? Boooo, you're not trying hard enough! Big chest? You little slut, you're in an all boys school, you ought to dress more appropriately! You're a guy and you're not built like a brick house? God damn you are WEAK, he could take you on right there and then! He's mean, mean, MEAN! In reality he is shallow too and he'd really like it if you were ✨sexy✨ but you're always cute to him. He just won't say it out loud though!

Deuce is not super picky in my opinion, but I think he'd really like it if you had some cake 😫🥴 He's a pervert that stares, and he'd love to grab your ass and just grope it!

SAVANACLAW :

Leona wants you to have a soft chest and not to be too bony. You'll be his personal body pillow and he really wants to use you, but he can't do that if your bones keep poking him. I also see him really liking nice and smooth skin, it just catches his eye.

Ruggie, grrrrrr he'd die if you were taller than him but that's quite sexy to him. Look down at him and tell him what to do, he's there to obey. Just don't push it too much, k?

Jack would be so happy if you were an athlete and a good amount of muscle on you. He has a lot of stamina and energy and he would love to go on long runs with you! He just loves to work out with you and I can't see him with a couch potato.

OCTAVINELLE :

I'm sorry but I feel like this entire dorm would be just straight up chubby cashers 😭 Azul would look at you and he would just !!!!!!!!!!!!

Gorgeous, beautiful, let him touch you, please let him touch you!!! He's so handsy he cannot control himself even if his life was on the line.

The tweels? BULLIES, but not as bad as Ace. They'll tease you but they will stop at some point and then they suddenly switch to being really doting and sweet. They don't mean what they said, they just like to see you flustered!

SCARABIA :

Jamil - HIPS, HIPS MAKE HIM 🤤🤤🤤🤤 Hips, thick thighs !!!!!!! You could crush him and he might just thank you with the faintest of smiles on his face. He's blushing like mad but he wouldn't trade it for the world. He's also an ass man, don't @ me

Height is irrelevant to him

Kalim, precious baby. You're literally so beautiful to him regardless how you look. You could be wearing a trash bag and his heart would still burst with joy. He's the type of guy that will tell you look gorgeous in all of your outfits but you just want to hear some consecutive criticism 😭

POMEFIORE :

Vil and Rook are similar to Riddle. They want you to be the best version of yourself, but there is a certain shallowness from Vil's side. He's greedy and selfish, he wants to destroy you and build you from the ground up, you are his personal project that must be done perfectly. There will be no blemishes, those are ILLEGAL. Weight? He controls your diet strictly. Clothes? Exactly the same.

Epel on the other hand... Girly girl. Be cute, be helpless, BE SHORT, wear skirts, let him feel like a man god damn it. Big boobs would be nice to squish though ♥️

IGNIHYDE :

Idia has been spoiled by anime/games and if you don't look like that he'll bully you too. He'll force you to wear skimpy clothing when it's just the two of you, he doesn't care if you hate it, you will wear it. Maid costumes + CAT EARS, he's on the ground sCREAMING (feel free to remove that s! 😏)

The problem is, most people just do not look like generic fantasy babes and he's an incel because I said so, and by default that just makes him out to be a MASSIVE prick, ESPECIALLY if you're a girl. Everything you do to him is a tease, you are literally just breathing in the same air as him and in his head that must mean that you want to be with him. But yes, ideal body = BIG BOOBS, tiny waist, BIG hips, just imagine the most basic, typical anime babe.

DIASOMNIA :

Malleus, I also don't see him as someone that fawns over your body all too much, but I can imagine him really enjoying the warmth of your chest, bonus points if you have boobs. Size is irrelevant, he wants to SQUISH them. Your neck is also something he likes to fawn over, that pretty neck that he gets to nibble on like a snack every single night. I also think he'd really like eyes that are just soft, full of love and light. He's weak for your eyes man.

Lilia is incredibly versatile, he's seen it all and he loves it all, he loves you. Tall? Amazing. Short? Hehehe, he can bully you!~ Although, I see him fawning over someone that gets sick easily 😭🤣 Therefore, be a little skinny, very weak, let him take care of you 😔 He keeps you docile this way, and pampers you like doll. Probably dresses you in lolita style dresses.

Silver is a tough guy and I can see him fawning over a dainty, feminine, sweet little thing that just needs his help with everything. Kinghtly duties run in his blood, he's used to servicing people, but you are a special kind of enjoyment.

Sebek, ugh. He wants to be like Riddle and Vil but he sucks at it. In reality he doesn't care, he just doesn't want you to get sick or anything like that.

♥️ TAGS: @sammo-writes-whatever, @cc-6789, @yanroma

[luvrlixie]

NCT DREAM + CALLING HIM PRETTY

hiii first of all tysm for all the support I've been receiving!! I've only had this account for a few days and I'm already so overwhelmed with all the kindness y'all have been showing me!! this is inspired by all the tiktoks on my fyp where girls call their bf pretty. very very slight suggestive theme in jaemin's

MARK*°࿐

my man FREEZES

his eyes get so wide too

he's just really flustered and has no idea how to respond

It takes him a good minute to finally say something back to you

"I- uh .. I'm what?"

"you're pretty :D !! .. do you not like being called that??"

mark just shrugs and awkwardly scratches the back of his head

"I mean I think I'm good looking or handsome but not pretty"

you assume based on his reaction that he doesn't like it. you're a little bummed cause like ... he's v v pretty <\3

ultimately though you'd never wanna make him uncomfortable

so

anyways

like 4 hours go by and you've pretty much entirely forgotten about the whole incident

but mark certainly hasn't

he's never been called pretty before and he can't stop thinking about it

you're cuddling and out of nowhere he asks, "do you really think I'm pretty"

now YOU'RE surprised

cause ???? you weren't expecting that

but you just smile and nod

"of course I do, I think you're very pretty"

mark likes to act like he's too cool for names like pretty boy. but he secretly love it

probably brags about it to johnny later lmaooo

RENJUN*°࿐

WON'T STOP SMILING

I REPEAT:

WILL. NOT. STOP. SMILING!!!!!!

he loves it. he love being your pretty boy

he'll start blushing like crazy and hides his face in your shoulder

"you really think so?"

YES BABY I DO!!!!! <33

it makes his day when you call him pretty

no matter how bad of a day he's having or how insecure he's feeling, he will always smile when you call him pretty

and it's all because he knows that you really really mean it

it's just the way you say it. he knows you're not lying

It reminds him of how much he's loved

and in return, how much he loves you

JENO*°࿐

"ah well then I guess I've been spending so much time with you that all your good looks are starting to wear off on me"

SIR

JUST LET ME COMPLIMENT YOU

literally you cannot give him a compliment without him somehow turning it back around on you

I feel like he's pretty neutral about the name

ofc he likes it but he doesn't go crazy for it

y'know?

howeveR

If a good amount of time passes without you calling him it

he'll start calling himself pretty just to bait you into saying it ... cause he misses being your pretty boy <3

he'll be like "yeah ik I look good in this shirt. I mean I'm the prettiest boy in the world, remember?

or

"haechan's arguing with me he keeps saying he's the prettiest in our group, please help cause we both know I'm prettier"

HAECHAN*°࿐

okay so

I feel like he calls himself pretty a lot

and will ask you to rate how pretty he looks on a scale from 1-10 and stuff like that

but the first time you call him your pretty boy completely unprompted

he's honestly so taken aback

he can't even get all cocky cause he's too flustered <\3

it's so devastating to him cause he wants to make a joke and be dramatic but he's too busy trying to hide his blush

no matter how energetic he gets

calling him pretty boy is his weakness!!!

It immediately makes him pause

and always makes him blush <3

he loves being your pretty boy . so much

JAEMIN*°࿐

literally just smirks and goes "yeah I know"

😐😐 jaemin. I will strangle you (with love tho)

your plan backfires so hard

cause he ends up referring to himself as your pretty boy cause he knows it makes you flustered

you just wanted to make HIM embarrassed, not the other way around

also uses it to get attention from you

If he wants extra cuddles

or wants you to play with his hair

or a blowjob

he'll text you something along the lines of "hey guess what! your pretty boy totally killed it on music bank today :)"

it always works

CHENLE*°࿐

similar to mark, he gets really quiet

just stares at you for a few seconds

"I'm what?

he's been called pretty by his fans before

but there's something about the way you say it that really catches him off guard

so you say it again and his whole face goes soft

has the goofiest smile and the biggest heart eyes

"ah, thank you"

he really like it, it makes him feel special

(and pretty, obviously)

because of how special it makes him feel it's not something that he wants to be called all the time

cause he doesn't want it to lose its meaning

of course he loves being doted on and complimented on his looks

but pretty boy is reserved for the tenderest of cuddles and the softest of date nights

JISUNG*°࿐

MALFUNCTIONS

POOR THING

HAS NO IDEA HOW TO REACT

he's a whole mess™

he's stuttering and won't make eye contact with you and his whole face is turning bright red

It makes him so embarrassed

(in a good way though!!!!!)

the name makes his insides turn to mush

he absolutely adores it so don't you dare stop calling him pretty 🔫 or it's on sight istg

It makes you melt too

cause you call him pretty and he had the biggest heart eyes and shdbjshsbskhsbs

the name also makes him super soft and clingy

call him pretty boy and he's not letting go of you for hours

I feel like he's usually not the biggest fan of most petnames but he loves pretty boy <3

[shurisneakers]

drabble night - could ya show us how bucket and miss villian are at one of tonys parties? thanks!!

gasp two drabbles??? yes because i cannot be bothered to check if they’re okay i am just throwing them out into the world like lil birds and expecting them to fly

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"Target acquired," you say, voice low. "Sending data."

Bucky stares at you, champagne flute untouched in his hand.

"This is not a mission and you're not James Bond."

"Partner is going rogue. I repeat, partner is going rogue."

Bucky gives a short wave to some random celeb who walks by. "If Pepper sees you doing this, we're both getting kicked out."

"I fuckin' wish she would." You sigh, leaning back against the bar counter. "Hey, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?"

"None." He knows you can and he does not want to see you try.

"Ugh." You eye the crowd who were too sophisticated to start a game of King's Cup. "Bucky, no offence, but this is so fucking boring."

"Why d'you think I hate them so much?" he murmurs, raising the flute to his lips. "Nearly strangled myself with the curtain chord last ti-"

"Hey guys," Steve has a smile on his face but you can see the pain of a few hundred 'good evening, it's a pleasure to meet you' run deep in his eyes.

"Steven, you fiend." You don't bother looking at him. "Where is the love of my life?"

Steve glances at Bucky.

He raises the glass to his lips. "She's talkin' about T."

Steve, in return, doesn't bother looking at you. "Made the logical choice of not showing up tonight."

"Fuck." You knew that. Just thought she’d be a great pal and not leave you stranded at this godforsaken parties. "Steve, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?

"None," Bucky cuts in before his best friend can answer. “The answer’s none.”

"Don't tell me y'all drank this place dry already,” another voice cuts in.

Bucky silently slides him a whiskey in silent camaraderie.

"Sam, how much do you wanna bet-" You turn to the newest member with shining eyes.

"Stop it,” Bucky interrupts. “No one’s betting on anything.”

"Well, would ya look at that? I collected the whole bunch." You grin at them, dismissing Bucky’s grumpiness. "Hello, boys."

"Tony's gonna notice," Steve says, but he doesn't look too bothered.

“Maybe we’ll finally get kicked out,” Sam raises.

“That’s what I said.” You nurse your temples. “Why am I even here? I’m evil.”

“Only on the weekends,” Bucky reminds.

“It’s Friday night, I turn evil in-” you glance at the clock in the corner of the room -”thirty three minutes.”

“Like an insufferable Cinderella.”

“I like that take on it,” you agree, staring out at the crowd.

It doesn’t seem to be thinning any time soon, but it’s awfully addicting to look at. Glittery and shimmery, full of laughs and false benevolence. Waiters darting about gracefully with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres which Bucky had obnoxiously pronounced as ‘horse divorce’ every single time he saw them.

Like now.

“Horse divorce,” he says.

“Shut the fuck up,” you reply.

Tony does a double take at the sight of four of you, gazing out to the sea of people like you’ve been hypnotized. He backtracks almost immediately and sharply, not exactly thrilled when your eyes slowly trail back to him.

"God didn't give you pretty faces to just be wasting it like this,” he deadpans. “Why the fuck are all of you standing here?"

Steve sighs. “Well, it was good while it lasted.” 

“That’s right, go mingle,” Tony chirps as Steve pushes himself away from the counter. “You too, Wilson. People oughta meet their new Captain ‘Murica.”

Which left you and Bucky, both of whom Tony tried to get out there but Bucky’s resting bitch face vehemently disagreed with.

“Don’t ever invite me to a party again, Buck,” you pipe up.

“Only if I get a chance to back out too,” he says, voice low.

“Come over to the sewer drain on 17th Street and I’ll show you what a real good time is,” you propose instead. “There are weekly fights where you battle a guy turned into a crocodile. They got snacks too.”

Sounds interesting. He might just consider it.

Bucky looks up the clock even though he has a perfectly good worn-out watch on his wrist.

"Twenty six minutes till you’re evil again." He glances at you. “Wanna go for a walk?“

"Fuck yeah." You lace your fingers in his and tug him along.

He can’t tell if people have started leaving, or if they’ve just moved away from the floor to better places. Either way, it’s not crowded enough to bump into someone, but just enough attendees to hide the both of you.

"Also hey-" he pulls his hand away for a second to fish something out of his pocket. "I bet ten dollars that you can, so don't fuck it up."

He hands you a bottle cap.

The expression on your face is devilish.

[joaquinwhorres]

gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

[huge-enthusiast]

MIRACULOUS FIC RECOMENDATIONS!! (Part 2)

You can find part 1 here.

The first one was really popular! So I decided to make a second part.

The rules are the same:

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don’t put the author’s tumblr is because they didn’t put it in the fic or/and I couldn’t find it.

The only thing that changes is that I would be putting the pairing in the description of the fic.

Without further ado...

Written in the Stars by Boogum (@botherkupo here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and Adrienette.

He was the god of destruction. She was a princess whose kingdom had been prophesied to fall. To save her people, she became his wife. To save him, she would have to do the impossible. The castle has secrets, the gods are watching, and time is running out.

Chapters: 37/37

TW for mild violence.

Arrange marriage, God AU. While I'm making this list, I still haven't finished the fic, but I had to recommend it because is THAT good. The way I gasped out loud while reading some of the plot twists. The worldbuilding is so good, and even if you aren't into AUs that deviate a lot from cannon like me, I 100% reccomend it.

Need a Lift? again by Boogum.

Pairing: DJWifi

Getting stranded on a foreign planet sucked. Luckily for Nino, his rival was willing to give him a lift home. Unluckily for Nino, she was beautiful and funny and he might just be in love with her.

Chapters: 1/1

Space Bounty Hunter AU! Really sweet and funny. If you are into flustered!Nino then this fic is for you.

hey, you by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

“Have you ever had a dream about someone that changes the way you think of them?”

or Adrien has a dream about Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

Okay so, peachcitt is one of my favorite ml writers. Everything that they write is sooo good y'all, and i'm already a sucker for adrienette, so I cannot recommend this fic (or any of theirs) enough.

double dare again by peachcitt (I told ya!)

Pairing: Ladrien (with lots of sided ladynoir)

“Don’t ever do that again,” Marinette says, maybe a little too emphatically, and Adrien looks at her, his expression quiet. His cheeks, Marinette notices, are a little red.

“But I wanted to save you,” he says.

or Ladybug and Adrien can't seem to stop running into each other. (whether that is on accident or on purpose is nobody's business but their own, of course).

Chapters: 30/30

This was a ladrien june fic! Every chapter corresponds to the day's prompts but it also continues a story. If that doesn't make you want to read it then I don't know what it will. I fear fanfic writers, they're insane.

(not) so much by therentyoupay (@therentyoupayfanfiction here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and adrienette

(The claws are sharp, but the host of Destruction—for all of his loudmouth chaos and lack of reserve—is paradoxically careful.)

Chapters: 1/1

In which Chat Noir pays a visit not long after Marinette has made a pretty difficult decision, and they accidentally make a routine.

Prompt: Marinette gives Chat a hickey. Adrien has a suspiciously similar looking hickey the next day at school...

Gotta be honest with y'all, I did not expect this fic to be as good as it is. The adrienette has everything a stablished!Marichat should have. Marinette conflicted with her feelings? Check. Adrien being a hot mess bc That's My Girlfriend But She Doesn't Know That? Check. Them being absolute idiots? Check. It's good!

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me The News (Your Lips Is The Only Cure I Could Use) by BreG21.

Pairing: Adrienette

Rainwater sloshed up from the pools they had made on the sidewalk and coated his jean pants with every step he took. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He sniffed away some of the water that dribbled down his matted head. "Yeah?"

He paused as if to consider his words while Adrien stared down at him, so lost. "You weren't wrong when you thought you knew. A part of you wanted it to be her, but it was too perfect, you let the illusion fool you because how would you get that lucky. But trust me, Adrien. You weren't wrong."

He wasn't wrong? What was he not wrong about?

You weren't wrong. You want it to be her.

And it finally clicked as a small gasp wisped past his lips. He wasn't wrong.

In which, Plagg falls ill, and with Fu gone and Ladybug being the guardian now, has to go find her civilian self-even with the knowledge that she might not like that-is shocked to realize that even with having the kwami that was supposed to embodied the very being of bad luck, Adrien could conclude the very opposite of what he had thought for so long.

He was so very lucky.

Chapters: 1/1

I screamed so hard while reading this fic. It's just one of those who gets the characters right. Do you like a good reveal? Go read this now.

Operation Mega Sleepover by InTheWild (@smellerbeee here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

When Alya and Nino drop out of their long awaited mega-sleepover at the last minute, it leaves Marinette and Adrien alone together for the night. An Adrinette one-shot with lots of fluff and sleepover shenanigans.

Chapters: 1/1

I just,,, I love adrienette fluff so much,,, I love them,,,

You, Me & A Little Bit Of The Future by joonapeach.

Pairing: this is a fortunate case of all lovesquare shenanigans™

Marinette expects some disaster on her first outing alone with Adrien.

She just doesn't expect that disaster to be her future self passing off a baby for her to take care of with Adrien.

(Alternatively... two idiots obliviously in love cooing over their daughter while acting like they have no idea whose kid this is.)

Chapters: 1/1

I think the description says anything that it needs to be said. It's really sweet and funny and I love how they just change their minds so quickly and get emo for literally nothing. Peak shakesperean dumbasery.

The entire Marry That Girl series by Miraculous_Max (Maximilian_Alexander).

Pairing: Adrienette

Let’s say Marinette has a special sketchbook. This sketchbook is filled with drawings of their future house, of Adrien as an adult in multiple occupational settings, of Marinette and Adrien’s wedding, and most importantly, their future children.

Let's say Adrien found this sketchbook.

Works: 8 (All are 1/1 chapters)

Just realized how this list exposes me as number 1 adrienette sucker... oh well. I love how Adrien doesn't feel weirded out by the intensity of Marinette's crush. He likes it! He's as weird and romantic as her! That's one of the reasons I love the lovesquare so much and it makes me happy to see that everyone is in the same boat with me.

Strenght by 11JJ11.

Pairing: Adrienette

Marinette knew she was much stronger than she looked thanks to being a hero. So when her class had an arm wrestling contest she knew that she could beat all of them with ease, but she wasn't expecting anyone else to come close.

Chapters: 1/1

Good ol' accidental reveal feat. the entire class shenanigans. I, once again, screamed for an adrienette fic. Who could've thought.

Super Fan by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

It was a good thing Alya was holding the phone and not her, because it would have slipped from her fingers and shattered. How had she not noticed? She had been there, and somehow she’d missed her crush looking at her like she was an angel sent from heaven.

Forget the perfume ad. This picture was going to be her new desktop.

(In which Marinette realizes that she and Adrien might both be obsessive fans.)

Chapters: 1/1

Canon divergent from after Gorizilla. They're so dumb. That's my opinion on this fic.

How to Kiss Your Crush in Five Minutes or Less also by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

He just needed to know if Ladybug needed Chat Noir. He didn't expect to learn just how much she wanted Adrien.

This would be the best five minutes of his life, if he didn't expect her to forget it.

Chapters: 1/1

CW for making out.

Set during Desperada. I promise there's a happy ending. Also Luka is there for some reason, felt really bad for him.

Laying Down the Rules: The Gabriel Agreste Clauses by LadyKae

Gen

Adrien leaves the manor on a dark and stormy night and seeks sanctuary at the only place he feels safe: The Home of the Dupain-Cheng Family. When Sabine learns why her dear boy is fleeing to her home in the middle of the night, she makes a personal visit to one Gabriel Agreste.

There's more rules in play, but not for Adrien and Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

This is just Sabine going to beat the fuck out of Gabriel and it's really satifying ngl

4am. by hannieks

Pairing: post-reveal lovesquare

In which Adrien has the cat tendency to wake up their owners at stupid o'clock, and Marinette just wants to sleep. Cuteness ensues.

Chapters: 1/1

Really short but really sweet. If you like Adrien acting like a cat then you would like this.

Can I Date You(r Character)? by midnightstarlightwrites (@midnightstarlightwrites here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

Adrien turned to her, something unreadable in his gaze. “Are you ok with this?” he asked.

And what a loaded question that was. Was she ok with it? Was she ok with the one guy she couldn’t seem to get over in real life kissing her in a game of Dungeons and Dragons? When she put it like that, it seemed a bit silly to get so worked up.

It was just a game...right?

She was ok with it, right?

“Sure,” she lied. “I’m ok with it.”

When Adrien's character falls in love with Marinette's, they decided to date in-game. What could go wrong?

Chapters: 7/?

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE. You want to scream??? Read this.

two idiots and a hamster by Boogum (again) and carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Pairing: Adrienette

How do you hide your superhero identity from your roommate? (spoiler alert: badly)

Chapters: 5/?

Once @anna-scribbles described this fic as "is literally the closest i’ve ever seen a fic come to matching the energy of canon", and I couldn't have described it better.

And that's all for now! Next time I will probably make an only DJWifi list since I've been treating them so dirty lol.