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oracleofapollon · 2 years

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head over heels

steve harrington x gn!reader

summary: after defeating vecna your boyfriend still can’t get one scenario out of his head: what if he was the one cursed? then he realizes he doesn’t have a favorite song. you, an amazing partner that you are, declare to help him

warnings: established relationship, FLUFF (tooth-rotting, honey-dripping, awfully sweet), vecna mentioned like once (no spoilers), illusions to sex (nothing explicit), intimacy, dorks in love, cursing

wc: 3.4k

a/n: i don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow but idc! steve is alright and well in this!! and so is everyone else :)

This summer in Hawkins is especially hot. You already ate ice-cream twice, took a cold shower, put on the lightest clothes you own — nothing was truly helping with the heat.

So there you are — you and your boyfriend lying on your bed, groaning at the temperature, not saying a word in between. The only thing you hear is his breathing and a quiet radio in the background.

The room is lit up and dark at the same time; open windows let in smudges of the sun, while dark curtains try to hold them back. All of it creates a room full of golden colors painting your lover's skin, enveloping his hair, exposing a few freckles around his nose, making moles on the skin of his arms more prominent and just waiting to be traced by your loving fingers. Steve Harrington simply looks divine and you feel your heart near exploding.

You’re about to doze off, the weather making you sleepy and unwanting to move anywhere, when suddenly your boyfriend’s hand lightly taps yours. The contact is quick, not enough to create any more warmth on your skin. You lazily blink at him and look up from his strong arms to see his handsome face, forehead slightly glistening, cheeks all pink.

“Hi, pretty,” says Steve, smiling lazily. You scoff.

“I feel gross.”

“I feel gross,” he mimics you in a high voice. You roll your eyes at his teasing. “Shut up. You’re still cute,” he still wears that shit-eating smile, eyes scanning your face for a second. “Isn’t that your favorite song?”

You stay silent for a while and so does Steve, letting you catch a soft melody coming from your desk. After a few seconds you recognize similar tunes you love so much, and nod at the boy beside you, mouthing the lyrics. He grins at you, white teeth all in display.

“Want me to turn it up?”

“No, s’okay. Stay here.”

You like moments like these; soft, light, without any real purpose. Just lying next to the boy you love, letting music envelop you both, creating some sort of bubble which separates you both from the real world and creates a new realm. A realm of safety, love, happiness. No words need to be exchanged, no confessions need to be made right now. His presence, loving gazes, and subtle touches are enough to make you feel like the most adored person in the entire universe. The sense of intimacy between the two of you makes your heart beat like crazy, but at the same time it calms you, providing comfort. Steve Harrington is a one big contradiction which makes you the happiest you’ve ever been. And he will probably be the death of you.

Your pinky searches for his hand, sliding across the warm bed sheets.

“What’s your favorite song, Steve?” you ask when you realize he’s never shared that with you.

It takes him a second to realize you asked a question. You bite your lip, trying not to smile at how lost he got looking at your face, all lit by the sun rays falling through the open window.

“Hmm?”

“What’s your favorite song?”

He doesn’t answer, but continues to look into your eyes. His gaze is heavy, honey-brown eyes capturing yours and not letting them go, and you can’t pry them away, almost as if you got stuck in the sticky nectar of his stare. You think he didn’t hear the question again, but then he answers.

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats unbothered, shrugging. “I don’t have one favorite song. I like what I like.”

You nod. Acknowledging his answer you don’t ask for more. There’s no need for that anyways.

You extend a hand to cradle his cheek, thumb gently sweeping under his eye. Then you move to trace his nose, his jaw, his cupid bow, stopping your fingers at his lips. He looks too tempting to be left alone, crosses your mind.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper, index finger drawing a line along his bottom lip. He shudders.

You continue your escapade, nails carefully scratching his chin, then moving back up his nose to finally rest between his thick brows.

“I don’t know what my favorite song is,” he whispers, lips parted, eyes wide and transfixed on you, looking at you like you’re a miracle, a divine creature, like he found the biggest treasure in the world and can’t believe it.

“That’s okay,” you say, hand moving up to massage his temples. You spread your palm along his forehead, thumb and middle finger tracing circles on his hot skin. His brows furrow.

“But…” he sounds unsure.

“Hmm?”

“What if I needed that? What if… If Vecna cursed me?”

You stop your movements and look at him. He now looks confused, his tone slow and calm. The frown adorning his angel face gives away his emotions, uncertainty, fright.

You move closer and kiss his temple.

“Vecna's gone, baby,” you try to sound confident, but not scolding; loving, but not disregarding his concerns.

“Nothing is ever gone,” he sounds filled with pain, albeit stern. “Nothing will ever be gone.”

You can only sigh and pull his head on your chest, your fingers running through his chestnut hair. Screw the heat, Steve needs you.

“We'll find you something, okay? Do you want that?” you ask into his head, voice muffled.

He squeezes his hands around you and you feel him nod against you.

—

It’s been a few weeks since Steve declared he needs to find his favorite song. For peace of mind. You, of course, agreed to help him.

You don’t want to push him into anything, though. It’s obvious that music is something else than just what ears hear — it’s what soul hears too. It’s supposed to not only sound nice, but also really speak to the listener, pierce them through and stick with them. That feeling you can’t force with anything random you hear. That’s also what drives Steve mad.

He knows he enjoys many songs, but none of them really hit him and stay with him. “They all come and go,” he says, “but not one could save my life.”

It’s hard to look at him like that, quiet and distant. You are aware of how much trauma he holds after everything that he’s been through, but this particular thing he can’t get out of his head.

“It’s not something I can fight with my hands or bat, y’know?” he tells you one night. “I wouldn’t have survived. That’s fucking scary.”

So you’re helping him without forcing him into listening to thousands of songs everyday. It’s like love, you think, it will happen one day, unexpectedly, without anyone’s input. It will just come, startle him, and all will make sense. Just like when you fell for Steve — it was sudden and seemed so out of place, until you really gave it a thought and it all was so obvious.

—

It was a Friday evening when Steve visited you with a VHS in hand. You asked him to find you a recording of the last Queen concert and your boyfriend certainly did not disappoint.

You are sitting on the couch and eating popcorn while imagining yourselves at Wembley Stadium, singing along, dancing, repeating Ay-Oh after Freddie, talking about his yellow jacket. Cuddled up to Steve’s side you murmur the lyrics to Under Pressure while his hand creeps under your t-shirt, tickling your naked waist.

“Hey, Mr. Bowie, s’your line,” you gently slap his chest and then kiss it through his gray shirt when he doesn’t sing when he’s supposed to. You had this unspoken agreement everytime Under Pressure played — you sing Freddie’s lines, he sings David’s lines.

He doesn’t reply, simply tickling you more, making you squeak and wiggle out of his strong grip.

You’re about to get your revenge when you recognize a new beat coming from the TV. You focus on the bass and the drums, not noticing Steve’s agile fingers next to your tummy.

“Think you can get away, huh?” just like that his hands are on you again and you scream louder than necessary. You laugh like crazy, his touch everywhere; neck, waist, arms.

“W– wait– Steve–” you say between your giggles, squirming on his lap.

He slows down and you breathe heavily, hands pushing strands of your hair out of your eyes. You look up at your tickling oppressor and find him looking at you with so much mirth and cockiness. His smile is genuine, though — gentle, soft, intimate, vulnerable, and reserved only for you.

“Admit your failure,” he wiggles his eyebrows and you burst into laughter again.

“No!”

“O-ho-ho, you’re gonna regret it–”

“Okay, yeah! You won, jeez,” your hand quickly ruffles his hair and he looks as if you spat in his face.

“Woah, you little–”

“Wait! Wait, Harrington,” you shush him. “Hear that?” gesturing towards the TV you put a finger on your mouth, showing him to stay silent and listen. “Another one bites the dust.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, thinking it’s just a ploy to make him forget about your punishment.

You roll your eyes. “You’re so slow, babe,” you instantly regret it when he raises his hands again. “Wait, wait!” your fingers grip his wrists and he complies, resting them against your thighs. “You know how it starts? Steve walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low…”

He scoffs and his head falls backwards, leaning against the headrest. You lick your lips at his exposed skin and Adam’s apple.

You get up only to straddle him and grab his chin to make him look at you. He is blushing slightly.

“Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet,” you sing as if you were telling him a story, way too dramatically, trying to keep him in suspense. Steve laughs at your miserable attempt, his palms moving onto your hips, squeezing them lightly. “Machine guns ready to go,” you make finger guns at him and he giggles even more, shaking his head at you.

“No.”

“But–”

“No way,” he shuts you up with a smiley kiss, both of you grinning, your teeth clashing together.

Well, that definitely will not be his favorite song.

—

You are clad in Steve’s shirt from the day before which you found on his bedroom floor. Sure, you could just collect your own clothes from around his bed, but where’s the fun in that?

You’re making him eggs for breakfast, swaying to the song playing on the radio.

You know you have to wake him up after you’re done, you also know he is going to be very hard to wake up. Especially since he needs to go to work. So you thought maybe he could be persuaded more easily if he woke up to the smell of breakfast and gentle sounds of quiet music.

You’re stirring the eggs for the last time, humming along to a-ha when you feel strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“Well, hello there,” you say as you grab a plate from the counter.

You can feel soft hair at the side of your face, then open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You involuntarily shudder.

“Mm, hi,” his raspy morning voice sends shivers down your spine, warm hands pressing on your abdomen. You know damn well what he’s doing. “You look incredibly sexy wearing only my shirt and moving your hips like that,” he whispers into your ear, velvety lips dancing around your earlobe, lips grazing you just enough to make you weak in the knees.

You smirk to yourself and manage to put the eggs on the plate, turning off the stove. “I made you breakfast,” you turn your head to him, being met by his messy curls in your face.

“I think I’m hungry for something else,” he sucks on your tender skin and you grab his arm to steady yourself.

“Steve…”

You turn in his arms to fully face him and he puts his arm on the counter on your side, trapping you in.

You only shake your head at him when he looks at you with those bedroom eyes.

“You have to go to work,” you say slowly, leaning back when he’s leaning in.

“Who said that?” he asks, dipping down, his mouth caressing your clavicle. You try really hard, but he’s so hot and convincing you can’t help running your fingers through his hair.

“Keith’s gonna make your life hell,” you gasp when he sinks his teeth in your throat, licking and kissing, making you tilt your head to grant him better access.

“Keith can kiss my ass,” he mutters, mouth moving against you, leaving a wet trail.

“Ew. Shut up.”

He just laughs and you feel the vibrations going through your body. In your defense, you tried to stay strong, you really did. You’re just head over heels for Steve Harrington, that’s all.

“What was that song?” he asks, lips attacking the sweet spot behind your ear, and you get so dizzy that for a second you forget he asked you anything.

“Oh– um, The sun always shines on TV,” you manage to say, voice slightly cracking when he lightly bites down. “It goes like– touch me, how can it–”

“Touch you? I can do that,” you yelp startled when he grabs your hips and makes you sit on the counter, breakfast long forgotten.

The song is long forgotten too.

—

“I hate this shithead,” scoffs Steve, elbow resting against the window, hand pinching his nose.

You both agreed to pick Dustin up and go buy him dinner. Over the phone he declared he’s starving and nobody’s home and there’s nothing in the fridge. Was this true? You have no clue, but of course you and Steve wouldn’t just leave him hungry like that. So you drove to his house and now are waiting for him to come out.

Steve was acting like he was pissed; he had other plans for the afternoon and little Henderson interrupting your horror movie marathon was not one of them.

You knew he wasn’t truly angry, though. He can say whatever he wants, but you witnessed his concern when he heard Dustin’s voice. He was ranting to you about “How the hell can you leave your kid hungry? Even for an hour?” during the way here. It was heart-warming, not that you would ever admit it to him.

“No, you don’t hate him.”

“I do! We were watching Nightmare on Elm Street!”

You shake your head unconvinced and he sighs defeated. He too knows it’s not true.

You open the glove box and find a mixtape Steve made you a month ago. He said it contained all of the songs you two had danced to. You didn’t believe him, as you were sure you two had danced to all the songs known to humanity, but still — it was a sweet gesture.

“Can I play it?” you gesture the tape and he smiles, remembering his gift.

“Of course. It’s yours.”

You beam at him and kiss his cheek quickly. For no reason, really. He’s just wonderful and makes your heart full.

When you put the tape in you see him smiling like an idiot in the corner of your eye. He’s cute. Makes you giddy.

After a while Don’t stop me now blasts in the car and you feel even more energy surging through you. The song, Steve, the wind in your hair blowing through an open window — it all makes you wanna jump, scream the lyrics, kiss your boyfriend hard, giggle without any real reason.

“If you wanna have a good time, jus’ gimme a call,” you sing to Steve, grinning at him, all teeth. He sees your sudden excitement and puts his arm around your seat to face you better. Beaming at you he sings with you, changing his voice to opera-like, making you squeeze your eyes and scrunch your nose at how out of tune he is.

“You know,” he says after a while. “Maybe that song could describe me.”

You fall silent, thinking about it for a second.

Maybe. It’s very lively, extroverted, just like Steve. You’re not fully convinced, though. It lacks some gentleness, some forcefulness of his. It sounds like only a side of him, a–

“Wait. Did you say it just because of the I’m a sex machine line?”

He simply smiles like a guilty person.

—

The only source of light in the room is a lamp on the nightstand. It luminates soft yellow brightness, making your bedroom turn into an intimate space made for only you and Steve.

The only sounds in the room are your sighs and heavy breathing. It makes you feel safe, comfortable, cared for in the loveliest way possible.

Steve flops down next to you, his hand never leaving your waist. He pulls you onto his chest and you’re more than happy to comply, resting your head against the dark hair on his torso.

He’s running hot and he’s sweaty, and you feel like the happiest person on earth. Steve Harrington is yours and always will be. And that’s enough to make you cry from the overwhelming amount of love you feel.

Your eyes get warm, vision a bit blurry as you hug him tighter, nuzzling into his pecks, hearing his heart beating rapidly, subsequently slowing down. His heart was beating like crazy for you, because of you. You smile into him.

He rubs circles on your back, his fingers write something on your arm. You don’t ask what; he never tells.

You look up at him and find him already looking at you, eyes filled with love and care, cheeks red, lips swollen, forehead sweaty, hair disheveled.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, cupping your cheek, sweeping his thumb under your lashes, gathering some tears there.

He asks this every time and every time you tell him the same:

“I’m more than okay, Steve,” you whisper into his skin, soft, bruised by you, love marks making constellations on his chest. You touch him with your fingertips, brushing his moles and freckles on which you placed gentle kisses minutes before. He watches you patiently, pecking kisses on your forehead, eyelids, eyebrows from time to time. “I just really, really love you.”

He smiles gently, corners of his mouth turning upwards, and you have the urge to kiss them both. “I love you too, baby,” he replies and you scoot up to put your forehead on his.

Your naked chests kiss each other when you sprinkle smooches all over his beautiful face.

He laughs, sparkles in his brown eyes, looking at you with honey-sweet adoration. “I’m fucking head over heels for you.”

You smile at him, beaming, glowing against him. Oh, what did you do to deserve him?

Is it the sweet, tender love-making you just finished or is it him looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world? You don’t know, but you take his face in your palms, squeezing his cheeks until his lips turn into a pout, and kiss him as hard and as passionately as you can.

“I’m fucking head over heels for you too,” you chuckle against him. He cackles into your mouth, breaths mingling. You truly feel like this is the best feeling you’ve ever experienced. And then realization dawns onto your face. “Oh gosh, Steve.”

“What?” he pulls away a bit, still smiling at you like an idiot.

“Head over heels,” you say like you don’t believe it, like you made a discovery bigger than life itself. “Something happens and I’m head over heels,” you hum and his eyes get wide.

“I never find out ‘till I’m head over heels,” he sings with you and snickers along. He’s so happy it makes your heart grow, you can feel your chest burning with love. “I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much?” he more says than sings, gazing at you in thought, like he’s not quoting lyrics, but like he’s speaking to you.

“Oh, we’re so corny–”

“You kept your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion,” he adds quickly and you gasp, acting offended.

“Are you calling me a Machiavellian?” you open your mouth agape and put a hand on your chest. He shakes his head, still grinning like a fool.

“A what?”

You don’t answer. Instead you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him lovingly, while he still hums the song into your lips. You smack his chest gently and the vibrations of his laugh make your tummy feel all warm and full of butterflies.

You don’t know if this is the song which would save him from Vecna, but you do know it describes him perfectly — soft, and strong, and goofy, and lovely, and so, so madly in love with you.

thank you for reading!! i know that under my last drabble i said take my breath away was a steve song but i changed my mind. head over heels is his song

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #steve harrington x gender neutral reader

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sushireads · 4 years

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yoongi fic recs

this is a list of yoongi fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3

ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.

“Where’s my kiss?” by @mintseesaw

fluff | drabble | 1.6K words

A Wish Out of Water by @jimlingss

🍙, fluff, humor, fantasy | two shots

A genie could solve all your problems. Though you wouldn’t even know exactly what to ask for - money, a warmer house, a better job, a better life? But Min Yoongi is no ordinary genie. He’s here to make your life a living hell. Too bad it was hell to begin with.

GENIE au

All I Want for Christmas by @hayjeon

🍙 | one shot | 13K words

CEO, CHRISTMAS, SECRETARY, SINGLE DAD au

an out of bounds umbrella by @yoonsgiggle

fluff | one shot | 10.2K words

you’re apologetic about almost blinding your university’s star point guard with the broken tip of your umbrella until you share a class with him and find out he’s a three star recruit but a four star dick or min yoongi doesn’t find your high school musical puns amusing.

BASKETBALL PLAYER, COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS au

aquiver by @floralseokjin

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

IDOL au

bad boys bring it to you by @yuengi

smut | one shot | 7.1K words

TATTOO ARTIST au

Black & White by @akinnie75

🍙, fluff, angst | one shot | 24.7K words

You finally confessed to Yoongi after he asked if you like him. His response is to give you a contract to sign. However, you soon realize that Yoongi manufactured your emotions and manipulated you to like him all for the sake of his senior project.

SLOW BURN au

Blackthorn Manor by @kpopfanfictrash

one shot | 7.5K words

After becoming the assistant of professional recluse Min Yoongi, you begin to notice strange things. Noises which shouldn’t take place, shadows which shouldn’t move like they do. You’re almost convinced that you’re crazy - until something happens, something unbelievable to make you realize you’re not.

GOTH au

Blow by @inkofyoongi

smut, fluff | one shot | 5.5K words

Yoongi loves you, even if he’s never said it… but gestures sometimes speak louder than words.

BOYFRIEND au

budapest by @junghelioseok

smut | one shot | 11.1K words

over many years and across several dozen cities, you fell in love.

SECRET AGENT au

Clair De Lune by @yoonia

smut | one shot | 23K words

You were ready to leave a part of your life to move on to the next, and he is willing to give you a chance to end it glamorously. But at what cost? And will he be a part of the life you are leaving behind or will he be there for the next part of it?

—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s In The Mood Project

ESCORT, MUSICIAN au

Cut Me Open by @hayjeon

angst, smut, fluff | two shots

—a spin-off from Cardio Palpitations

MARRIED COUPLE, SURGEON au

dancing with the devil by @minnpd

smut | one shot | 6.8K words

Easy Rebound by @ditzymax

smut, angst | one shot | 6.5K words

Yoongi is one of the star players on the college basketball team. You are the head of the cheerleading squad. The pair of you would make the most beautiful (if most cliché) couple on campus, except neither of you have ever wanted anything more than the frequent, casual fuck. Yet somehow Yoongi finds his emotions straying towards dangerous territory.

BASKETBALL PLAYER, CHEERLEADER, COLLEGE au

ego: hoe chronicles by @suga-kookiemonster

smut | one shot | 7.2K words

he was messing with you again. he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of you simply for his own amusement. but you refused to give it to him—refused to give him the satisfaction of playing right into his hands.

—an alternate universe of ego

COLLEGE, FRAT BOY, FUCK BOY au

eight by @cupofteaguk

🍙, fluff | one shot | 5K words

or, Eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you

IDOL au

First-Date BAIT! by @jimlingss

fluff | two shots

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait.

Why waste your time with awkward first dates?

—part of the Service Series

Hades by @littlemisskookie

horror, smut, angst, fantasy | one shot | 9.4K words

You meet a rather dreamy- albeit annoying, new kid who sweeps you off your feet. Too bad it’s in the middle of a series of murders around town.

GREEK GOD au

heavy sugar by @kinktae

smut | one shot | 8K words

The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

—part of the rewind series

1920s, GANGSTER, FLAPPER, MAFIA au

i’m not your daddy by @scriptaed

🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.5K words

learning that his daughter no longer wishes to wed him but rather his now-arch-enemy jungkook marks the most soul-crushing day your husband has ever had to endure. no one, and he means no one, is more deserving of his angel than daddy min himself, and he’s willing to do anything to earn his daughter’s heart back.

DAD, PARENT au

Ink Nemesis by @scriptaed

🍙, angst, fluff | series

As an aspiring writer drowning under the public’s radar, a click of the pen is all you need to accept your supervisor’s offer to co-write an article for the SS - Secrets Spilled, a regular section of your company’s weekly tabloid; but fabricated stories and invasive details aren’t all that you write when you discover Min Yoongi’s dirty little secret.

FAKE DATING, IDOL, PAPARAZZI au

La Douleur Exquise by @cinnaminsvga

ON-GOING | fluff, angst, smut, fantasy | series

in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

INCUBUS au

Melody companion by @prisczero

fluff | one shot | 3.6K words

“A soulmate story where Yoongi can hear everything that you listen to, but only if it is music.’’

IDOL, SOULMATE au

Miss Dial by @versigny

ON-GOING | 🍙, smut | series

[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?

[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi

FRAT au

Mixtape by @jungblue

🍙, smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 15.6K words

Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

COLLEGE, PODCAST PERSONALITY au

Next Door by @personasintro

smut, fluff | one shot | 10.3K words

Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, NEIGHBOURS au

petals by @yoonia

🍙, fluff | series

IDOL, PARENT au

see you soon by @cupofteaguk

fluff, angst | one shot | 7K words

In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing

SOULMATE au

She’s Testosterone by @jimlingss

🍙, crack, smut | series

Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

YOONJI au

so i heard you like bad boys by @scriptaed

fluff | one shot | 4.7K words

while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

stay high by @personasintro

smut, angst | one shot | 16.5K words

You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

EXES au

Studio cuddle by @mintseesaw

fluff | drabble | 1.8K words

Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

IDOL, PRODUCER au

Sweeter than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga

fluff, smut, angst | series

“You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.”

VAMPIRE au

the blue coat and cerruti 1881 (a flash fire) by @yuhdongsaeng

angst, fluff, smut | two shots

that’s the thing about flash fires. they’re intense outbursts of flames that reach their maximum heat quickly and don’t last a long time. hell, they don’t even get to fade before they cease to exist. however, flash fires may be intense and short, but the floor beneath them is ruined forever.

IDOL au

The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss & @gukyi

🍙🍙🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | series

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS and loads more aus— just stop what you’re doing and read this masterpiece!

want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster

smut, humor | one shot | 18.3K words

pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

—part of the you never shop alone collaboration

FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SHOPPING MALL au

what you did last summer by @winetae

smut | one shot | 33.8K words

Yoongi was fine with a lot of things—you maxing out his credit cards to buy ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest ride for a spin without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function.

What he was not okay with, however, was you sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who were incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants.

No, that was where he drew the line.

↳ alternatively titled; How to Get Dick - an autobiography written by (you)

TROPHY WIFE au

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bleulone · 3 years

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i love your analysis so much! i have a question as well, like, how do you envision polin's sex scenes ? thanks for your answer (:

Hey! Thank you very much :)) I have no idea if they are that even good but I’m happy you like them. It’s just my brain tending to produce some iNsIGhiTfUL analyses though they usually end up drowned under a huge wave of stupidity and horrid spelling/grammatical mistakes XD. So, about Penelope and Colin’ sex scenes, I guess we’re getting spicy in this house 🌶. I mean, I don’t blame you. Who’s not hot for Polin ?! The steamy Polin hours have already begun and they’re legit challenging my patience. (Be still my Polin heart, be still).

Okay, without further ado, let’s talk about sex baby, shall we ? It’s a pretty long answer/meta so bear with me.

I don’t know if you’ve read Romancing Mister Bridgerton, but a quick reminder (for those who haven’t... yet), there are a bunch of iconic steamy scenes that I’m dying to watch on screen. First we have the famous “thank you” scene where Penelope, now a 28 year-old spinster, asks Colin to kiss her because she doesn’t want to die without having been kissed... then ends up thanking him— which happens to be humiliating for our 33 year-old boy because he thinks that she thinks he did it out of pity while he absolutely did not. The man definitely felt butterflies in his stomach... and in other places as well lol. We also have the ICONIC carriage scene where Colin gives Pen’s generous bosoms™ the attention they deserve. This is followed by his proposal. Later on, after the announcement of their engagement, there’s a pretty hot make-out scene on Lady Violet’s sofa. Finally, we have their first time in Colin’s bedroom, after sneaking out of their own engagement party... which leads Colin to push the wedding date forward. At this point, I just love their horniness, especially Colin’s who’s just so freaking amazed by Penelope for more than 300 pages straight (duh! who isn’t ???).

When you say envision, I suppose you mainly refer to the way those scenes will be filmed right ? I’m afraid I don’t have an advanced knowledge in film-making but let me start by telling you what elements need to be depicted. I would love Shonda and Chris to capture the real essence of our boos’ feelings : the yearning, the love, the respect and the guilt (specifically on Colin’s side) in their eyes. The more we move forward throughout the seasons, the more we see different layers of the perceptions of they have of each other, going from a childish idealization/immature ignorance to a sudden realization. A mature one. Penelope goes beyond the facade of the charming devil-may-care guy to meet the seriousness and temper of her significant other. Meanwhile Colin discovers how confident, powerful and attractive this woman is and always has been. It echoes what I’ve written about the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story in this meta. By the time season 4 hits, man... their heart eyes and eye-fucking will jump OUT XD, all fibers of their beings, burning with need. The fact that this evolution took literally years is very emotionally painful, which is why I find it important to keep the slowness aspect of their relationship before and during their love making. I’m really looking forward a slow build-up toward their intimacy. It would differ from Daphne and Simon who merely shared one hell of a kiss in Lady Trowbridge’s garden then shared their sexy times after they married or Anthony and Siena’s rough sex... In fact, there’s a certain (sweet) ardent tenderness in Polin I like due to the fact that they’re slowly (re)discovering each other, as adults. Since they were both introduced in season 1, the audience will have all the time in the world to notice numerous evidences of the many natures of love they have for one another : from an affectionate and friendly love to a more carnal and enduring one.

Okay so, in terms of filming, with Netflix’s Bridgerton being a show which promotes the female gaze, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise watching those sex scenes being shot from Penelope’s perspective, like it was the case with Daphne in the first installment of the series. Most of the time, sex scenes in Historical Romance are not gratuitous. Their presence serve an important purpose in a hero/heroine’s journey. In Penelope’s case, they’re here to help her learn to embrace and love herself. In other words, sexuality is synonym of freedom. I don’t know if they’ll show a lot of skin, but I won’t be complaining considering the fact that we’ll have the chance to get a chief kiss treat on screen : a plus size woman in a major successful Netflix period drama getting a love story as romantic and steamy as other more “fit” female characters. No, your weight doesn’t prevent you from being desirable at all. As far as I’m concerned, I haven’t watched a plus-size female character portrayed as an attractive protagonist in a period drama (please if you have, let me know, I can be wrong). Having a beautiful half bare curvy body like Nicola’s being equally filmed like numerous slim actresses will be so inspiring and powerful to watch, especially for (young) women who struggle, like Penelope, to love their body shape which, to them, doesn’t “fit” the “beauty standards”. By showing her female gaze and portraying her as seductive, Pen’s “supposed” imperfections transform themselves into mighty assets, loved and worshipped by our dashing Mister Bridgerton. That’s body positivity at its finest darling ;).

It will be deliciously erotic watching the undressing process being exquisitely slow, garment by garment, while their gaze are all heated and hungry. Their sex/make-out scenes should be tender and passionate, sweet and raw. The lightning, colored by a dark blood orange yellow or a blue depending the locations^^. Moreover, the depiction of the exploration of Penelope’s desire can translate itself thanks to multiple close ups. For instance, I can imagine a few ones on Pen’s fingers gently roaming over the smooth skin of Colin’s firm chest and back/touching his hair right after he removed his shirt. And a disheveled Colin letting his hands and lips making a journey of their own, mapping, conquering the alluring unknown territory that is her gorgeous voluptuous body... kissing her on the places he knows oh too well will give her pleasure (is this me wanting him to go down on her?— um yeah I sure hope it IS! If he doesn’t, trust me imma riot... AGAIN). Even a close up on her face while Colin is performing his addictively pleasing torment will be a marvelous proof of the female gaze. By the way, why not even adding a post-coital scene after their first time ? I can picture Penelope waking up first and contemplate her handsome soon-to-be husband. She’d bring her hand to his face and let it travel all around his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his neck and let it rest on his heart— making sure that what she’s just experience was real... obviously, Colin will wake up in the process and he’ll take this as his cue to go for another round of sexy times under the sheets.

Showing Pen reaction is essential according to me because she was stuck with the idea that she would never experience the luxury of being loved, giving pleasure nor receiving it... she ended up being happily wrong. Throughout her multiple intimate encounters with Colin, I want her to progressively realizes that she can be an active partner. In the carriage, she knew she had an effect on him, but it’s not until their first time that she actually realizes it. Hence the reason why I WANT the mirror’s introduction in one of their sex scenes. Here’s as a little reminder an excerpt from chapter 18 :

“I want to see you sitting up," he groaned, "so I can see them full and lovely and large [about Pen’s breasts]. And then I want to crawl behind you and cup you." His lips found her ear and his voice dropped to a whisper. "And I want to do it in front of a mirror."

“Now?” she squeaked.

He seemed to consider that for a moment, then shook his head. "Later," he said, and then repeated it in a rather resolute tone. "Later.”

It would be such a shame if the show doesn’t use the incredible potential of this object (/kink). I mean, the symbolism is pretty clear. Penelope has always fled her “ugly” reflection but it seems like Colin wants to show the real her, the beauty that holds every single inch her alabaster skin and the effects they have on him. Thus, I would love to watch a scene where Colin just praises the alluring goddess and siren that is Penelope Featherington. Just imagine! Just IMAGINE the power of this scene : a shirtless Colin sitting behind her on a bed, meeting her gaze in the mirror, his lips touching her right ear, biting and licking the lobe sometimes, whispering all kinda of dirty yet poetic words to her while letting his hands caress her thighs, her hips, her arms, her lovely bosoms™... oof. At the same time, a wonderful and harmonic instrumental music will play in the background and match the melodic partition of shudders, breathes and moans let out by our lovers. I can imagine Luke inspiring himself from his performance in the 2019 short film, Youth In Bed. The way he conveyed the awe and the yearning on his face, in his eyes with his mouth slightly open when he knelt before his partner Shun Yin was just captivating and— and so Colin! I cannot help but bring myself to picture Ethan, the character he played in YIB, in a Polin steamy scene. I cannot unsee this anymore jsksk. I mean, all this gifset radiates this book4chapter18!Colin, you cannot tell me otherwise!

Also, I would love Shonda and Chris to keep Pen and Colin’s cute/emotional pillow talk. One thing I really love in JQ’s books is the concern she gives to her male protagonists about potentially hurting their partner during the act of penetration. Colin is a rake, and what his experience with women taught him is that he needs to be very gentle with the love of his life. It was so adorable seeing him not wanting to harm her and asking her to tell him if he does anything she doesn’t like 🥺. Plus, before actually doing it, Colin and Penelope shared a few kisses and just laid down side by side, confessing their love. Though our boy kept feeling guilty about not returning her love after all these years. He desires nothing but to make up for the lost time and show his love and desire during this special intimate moment. I hope they’ll keep all of chapter 18’s dialogue. It’s just so telling of our boos’ feelings, you see.

All in all, I can’t wait to watch those Polin steamy scenes. As much as I may sound crazy, I want them after two other seasons of pure pining and yearning in order to have a very good payoff. I’m not an expert on depicting intimacy on screen, but I loved so far what Lizzy Talbot, the intimacy coordinator who worked on the show, have done in season 1. Sex scenes in Bridgerton seem very real and dive you in the intimacy of the moment, leaving you all flustered and hot. So probs to her! I have faith in her work and have no doubts about what her and the directors will serve us in future seasons. Though, in the end, I think it’s mostly up to the actors, Nicola and Luke, to see if they’re comfortable filming sex scenes.

If you guys have any suggestions or wishes for those steamy polin scenes, please do share them :) by commenting on this post or by sending me asks! I’d love reading your thoughts/take on this very important matter ;))

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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watching your belly grow

pairing || Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

warnings || Pregnancy focused fic

word count || 1,627

a/n || Part two of Marcus being the worlds best baby daddy. All fluff, all the time (as usual with me). Marcus wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself and I stand by that fact forever. This is basically two little blurbs put together so enjoy!

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It had been nearly three weeks since you had seen Marcus. A work trip to Italy was the very last thing he wanted to take on. Normally he would love going back to such a gorgeous country and taking in the sights in between work, but now that you were blooming so beautifully with his child...hell, he barely made it out of bed and across town to the FBI Headquarters every morning. The very idea of leaving for more than a few days had him uneasy.

But you reassured him, promised him that if anything were to happen he would be the first to know and that you would send him pictures of the ultrasound at your appointment - the first and only one he would be missing. It was hard, looking at those worried eyes of the man you loved so much and urging him to go do his job. You sure as hell didn’t want him to go, but you weren’t made of glass just because you were housing a new human. All three of you would be just fine.

So Marcus went. Walked into the airport with his bag in his hand and a pout on those pretty lips when you had to leave him at the door. It didn't surprise you when he called when he landed. And when he got to his hotel. And after he left his meeting.

You couldn't blame him.

You missed him, too.

Falling asleep without Marcus to curl around and steal heat from had been a struggle all on its own. Even with such a plush, comfortable bed, nothing felt right without him there. You didn’t tell him this, of course. He would’ve been on the first flight home the second he heard that tearful, frustrated voice of yours in the late hours of the night.

Marcus made sure to keep in touch almost constantly and you would send him random messages just to keep him in good spirits. ‘Felt more baby fluttering today, like little butterflies in my belly.’ ‘I just realized our baby is going to be a Scorpio - god help us both.’ But there was one thing, one new development you had noticed and kept secret.

You were showing.

As you swiftly approached the 19 week mark, the swell of your belly had become obvious even when you were fully clothed. It felt...real. Obviously, you knew you were pregnant. The near constant fatigue and hunger were proof enough of that. But the sight of your small baby bump...well, you just knew it was going to drive Marcus crazy in the best possible way.

The sight of Marcus’s ‘on my way home, sweetheart!’ text had excitement thrumming through your body. You played music as you tackled your mountain of clothes, dancing around like a fool in love while you awaited Marcus’s return. That’s how he found you, too - swaying to a happy song in a tanktop and shorts as you folded laundry in your shared bedroom. Your quiet humming morphed into a yelp when his arms curled around you, the music having covered up the sounds of his entrance. You couldn’t find it in you to be upset at his startling you, not when he was finally home where he belonged.

“Hi, honey!” Marcus chuckled when you turned in his grasp to throw your arms around his neck and pull him flush against you. “Oh, I missed you so much.”

It was as if a million pounds of weight had lifted from you that you hadn’t even realized you had been carrying. Your love was home. All was right in the world again.

“How was your trip?” You whispered against his neck, resuming your swaying and guiding him along with you.

“Long,” Marcus sighed. The warmth of his hands as they slid up and down your back was a comfort you relished in after so long apart. “Thought about you every second of it, too. There I was, surrounded by millions and millions of dollars worth of invaluable artwork and all I could think of was you...keeping the fires burning in our home, growing my baby all the while…”

A shudder slithered up your spine at the saccharine words, honey dripping from his lips with each syllable he uttered into your skin. The all encompassing feeling of belonging settled over you, something only Marcus could provide, and you couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back to hold you at arm's length and take in the sight of you after so long apart.

Marcus’s eyes widened at the sight of your baby bump, his lips parting in surprise. “Oh my god…” It left him in a whispered rush. He reached out for your belly, pausing to give you a look that begged permission before setting his palm on the swell between your hips. “You’re showing…”

Before you could say anything, Marcus dropped to his knees in front of you to press his forehead next to where his hand rested, his eyes closed. Your hands found his hair almost of their own accord, brushing the chocolatey curls back to look at the handsome, adoring face of your lover. Those pretty brown eyes looked up at you, shining with his love for you and the child the two of you had created, and he kissed your belly gently before surging up to capture your lips in an embrace overflowing with gratitude.

It took no convincing for you to settle into bed with him and let him rest his head on you belly to whisper to the baby. It could’ve been moments, it could have been hours - you didn’t know, nor did you care. Time made no sense when you got lost in Marcus, in his eyes, his touch, his love. You continued carding your fingers through his hair, content just to revel in the moment of having the man you loved most back in your bed at last.

= = =

Marcus’s love for your pregnant belly grew just as swiftly as it did. If there was one thing that Marcus was, it was shameless in his love for you. His hand would caress your belly before settling on your lower back as you made way through the aisles of the grocery store, during the much more frequent pancake dinners at Marcus’s favorite little diner, at get togethers with his team after one of their many successes.

When you mentioned in passing that your belly was driving you nuts with how itchy it had become, Marcus hopped off the couch and disappeared upstairs with a quick ‘hold on!’ before you could even pause the movie you had been watching. You watched him walk back over to where you sat, a confused smile on your face when you saw the small jar in his hand.

“The baby books all said that you would probably get itchy the further along you got, so I grabbed this a few weeks ago.” Marcus said before you could even ask and handed you the jar. “I read that it was one of the best ones.”

“‘Mama Bee Belly Rub?’ Oh, that’s such a cute name. You...are the most amazing man in the world, Marcus Pike.” You whispered, tears blurring your vision at the sweet gesture, and you climbed into his lap shamelessly. “Do you wanna rub it in for me?”

“Of course,” Marcus jumped at the opportunity. Getting to run his hands over your skin the way he loves and helping you feel better at the same time? Sign him the hell up! He lifted your shirt slowly, leaving it to bunch up just below your breasts, and sighed happily at the sight.

You let him have his moment, drawing patterns against your skin with his fingertips, tracing the whitish lines with an awed look that made heat rush your face. In these small moments, gratitude filled Marcus to the brim, flowed into every loving caress. It was impossible not to be grateful - he had a loving, doting woman who was bringing his child into their lives, a thriving career, a warm and happy home. Everything he wanted for his future, the things he craved but was terrified he would never get, were all his reality.

Marcus let out a shuddering breath as he dipped his fingers into the jar and spread the lotion across your skin, smiling softly at the comforted sigh you gave. There was nothing better than knowing he made the right choice, that he was making you feel better as you took on the daunting task of pregnancy with a steadfast strength and excitement. You hummed quietly, eyes falling closed as Marcus soothed your skin. The breath you drew in hitched as the baby rolled, a feeling you would never really get used to you thought, and Marcus chased the movements, always eager to feel the little one nudging his palm.

“I will never get used to that,” Marcus said, his voice low in the space between you, and you let out a breathy laugh at the similar sentiment.

“You have no idea how weird it feels on my end.” You whispered and placed your hand on his, rubbing small circles into his hand with your thumb. “He’s going to be just perfect, Marcus.”

The smile he gave you was brilliant as he leaned up to brush your nose with his. “You mean she, right?”

You groaned at his insistence, shoving playfully at his shoulder to push him back into the cushions. His laugh was almost as brilliant as his smile and the mischievous glint in his eyes only made it all the better.

“You...are...ridiculous.” You said, pecking his lips between each word before you let him continue rubbing the lotion in, content just to bask in the love.

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cloudybarnes · 3 years

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Fluff Alphabet | S.R

Fluffy concepts for y/n and Spencer Reid! Not my idea so credits to who came up with it, sorry I don’t know for sure :(

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A = Attractive

(what do they find attractive about the other?)

Y/n definitely finds Spencer’s smarts really attractive. She’s always so entranced by how much he knows, and how passionate he gets about what he’s talking about. She likes hearing him talk about everything from the amounts of corn kettles on the average cob, to how many boats are on Lake Mead. Beside his smarts, Y/n loves his nose. She thinks he has the cutest, most boopable nose.

Spencer can’t decide what he finds most attractive about Y/n. He really likes your confidence. He thinks it’s really attractive that you are so undeniably yourself. He also loves your lips. He often finds himself staring at them, so entranced by how they move when you speak. He also can’t get enough when he kisses them.

B = Baby

(do they want a baby? why or why not?)

Spencer definitely wants a baby or even multiple. Spencer loves being with kids, and the thought of having his own with you just warms his heart so much. He would love to be able to see a little mixture of the two of you that represents your love for one another.

Y/n also would love kids, but only with Spencer. She never really wanted to have children before she met him, but the sight of Spencer with JJ’s children and her other friends’ kids just makes her melt. She loves seeing Spencer playing with them and making them laugh, and she would love to see that every day with their own children.

C = Cuddle

(how do they cuddle?)

Spencer a Y/n are huge cuddlers. Most times Spencer is big spoon because he loves to hold her in his arms. He likes the feeling of being her protector, and just holding onto her. Other times they face each other while they cuddle. It’s like they’re hugging while laying down. Y/n likes to face Spencer because she likes resting her head on Spencer’s chest and listening to his heart beat.

D = Dates

(what are dates with them like?)

Dates between Spencer and Y/n are always fun. They both are more stay-at-home people, so they just like to spend time with each other. Dates often entail cooking a meal together, reading to each other, and just spending quality time together. If the do decide to go out, it would be some place quiet with not a lot of people.

E = Everything

(”you are my ____” ex. my life, my world...)

You are my best friend. Spencer and Y/n had been best friends for years before they decided to start dating. Y/n had started to develop feelings for Spencer, and once you knew you were falling for him, you were done for. Everything you loved about his as your best friend just magnified when you developed feelings for him.

F = Feelings

(when did they know they were falling in love?)

Spencer knew he had feelings for Y/n ever since he met her. They were best friends, and he just couldn’t help but fall for her. The first time he really knew was when he was running late for work. At the time, they had only been friends for about a year. Spencer was stressed out and had forgotten to pack a lunch for himself. On his lunch break, he called Y/n as he usually did, and let her know he had forgot his lunch when she questioned what he brought that day. When they hung up, Y/n surprised his by bringing his favorite Thai food takeout. From that simple gesture, Spencer knew he felt something special for her.

Y/n hadn’t known about her feelings for Spencer until a while after their friendship had started. Just one day out of the blue, she found herself watching his as he spoke, completely entranced by what he was saying. She was amazed by him, and captivated by the way his lips moved as he spoke. From then on, she couldn’t stop staring at him. She started to notice how attractive Spencer was. Soon, she was completely smitten with him.

G = Gentle

(are they gentle? if so, how?)

The two of them are so gentle when they’re together. They love soft touches, and gentle kisses. Spencer is always so gentle with Y/n. He acts likes she’s a fragile piece of glass that needs to be held with care. With anyone else, Y/n wouldn’t like being treated that way, but because it’s Spencer, it’s just endearing to her. She, as well, loves to be gentle with Spence. She likes to massage his face and just leaves soft kisses all over him.

H = Hand/Hold

(how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)

Spencer and Y/n love holding hands; they just love touching in general. If they aren’t holding hands, they’re interlocking pinkies, or their arms are brushed against one another. They just like to be sure that they are near one another. They like to have that physical touch to connect them at all times.

I = Impression

(first impressions)

Spencer’s first impression of Y/n was that she was undeniably beautiful, and that he really wanted to get to know her. She was sitting along in the coffee shop, reading a book that Spencer had read several times over. He was excited to see someone reading it as it wasn’t a very popular selection. Naturally, he was drawn over to her. Once he heard her talk, it was over. She had such a way with words, and a way of explaining her thoughts that really made him want to get to know her more.

Y/n was definitely a bit skeptical when she first met him. She thought it was a weird style of flirting to talk so passionately about the book and his thoughts on it. Once she started to get a better feel for him, she realized he wasn’t flirting, and just being friendly. She would soon find out how awkward and bad at flirting he was down the line.

J = Joker

(are they into pulling pranks?)

They aren’t too much into pulling pranks on one another, but occasionally they have small prank wars. They’re never extreme though, it’s always very small pranks like hiding the remote when one of them wants to change the channel, or Spencer changing Y/n’s ringtone to be him singing to her.

K = Kisses

(how do they kiss?)

Y/n and Spencer love to kiss one another. Y/n loves to pepper small, short kisses onto Spencer’s face to make him laugh all the time. Beside cute, little kisses, Spencer and Y/n just get lost. They often find themselves lost in one another when they kiss. They often get so out of breath after they kiss because of how wrapped up they get in it. Kiss are always steamy and heavy between the two of them, showing exactly how much they love each other.

L = Love

(who said I love you first?)

Spencer was the one who said he loved her first. Ever since their first meet in the coffee shop, ever since he forgot his lunch and knew he loved her, he was sure. While Y/n was the one to initiate them dating, Spencer’s feelings had grown so strong, he couldn’t stop himself from just blurting it out.

It wasn’t even planned, it wasn’t something cute or romantic. Spencer and y/n were cuddling in bed trying to fall asleep when it happened. Y/n was laying on Spencer’s chest, just listening to his heart beat and breathing in his scent. Spencer ran his fingers through Y/n’s hair, a contempt smile on his face. Before he could even think, he confessed his love for her. Once it happened, the hand running through Y/n’s hair froze, and his heart sped up. Y/n lifted her head from Spencer’s chest, grinning, and whispered those three words in return.

M = Memory

(their favorite moment together)

Spencer’s favorite memory of the two of them was when he was coming back from a case. It had been a long one with the team gone for a week and a half. Spencer was drained, and his body was sore. At two in the morning, Y/n was still sat up on the couch waiting for his return. Once he set his eyes on her, he noticed what she had around. Y/n was sat with some candles burning for a soft light, some oil sat out, and his favorite DVD waiting in the player for them. Spencer had ranted to Y/n a few hours before about how sore this case made him and how draining it was. It was a very pleasant surprise when Y/n was waiting to give him a massage and put on his favorite movie.

Y/n’s favorite memory of them was really any time Spencer gets flustered around her. Even though they’ve spent such a long time together and are super comfortable together, Y/n still loves those rare occasions where she can make Spencer flustered like when they first started getting to know each other. Y/n thinks it’s so adorable when Spencer get all blushy and starts lightly stuttering. She thinks it’s endearing how he still gets flustered and entranced by her.

N = Nickel

(do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Y/n spoils Spencer so much. She’s always surprising him with new books, new clothes, random things he points out at stores, and so much more. Y/n loves to give to her lover, so buying things that she knows will make him smile is one way she shows him her love. Sometimes Spencer likes to return the favor. He’ll treat her to her favorite dinner, buy her new jewelry, but it’s mainly Y/n who loves to spoil him.

O = Orange

(what color reminds them of their other half?)

Y/n thinks Spencer is like the color yellow. She thinks he’s yellow because of how happy he makes her. He’s like the sun to her day, and the person that makes her the happiest.

Spencer thinks Y/n is like the color pink. He thinks she is pink because of how bubbly and happy she is all the time. She’s always there to cheer him up when he’s upset, and she always has a positive outlook on everything. Spencer is so lucky to have someone so optimistic to spend his time with.

P = Pet Names

(what pet names do they use?)

Y/n’s has multiple pet names for Spencer. She calls him baby, which is pretty common. She’s also taken up pretty boy from Derek, and similarly, she calls him handsome.

Spencer’s favorite nickname for Y/n is just baby. He likes calling her baby because, well, she is his baby. Spencer thinks the nickname fits for her because of how soft and gentle she is, especially with him.

Q = Questions

(what are the questions they’re always asking?)

They’re always asking really wholesome questions. “How can I help you?” “You know I love you, right?” “Are you sure you love me more than squiggles?” (their cat) “Why did you eat my bagel?”

R = Rainy Day

(what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On rainy days, they like to stay inside. They like to curl up by the heater or the fireplace, and cuddle. Rainy days are good for cuddles and sleep, at least that’s what Y/n and Spencer believe. They like to just spend the day relaxing, cuddling, reading together, and sleeping.

S = Sad

(how do they cheer themselves/each other up?)

When either one of them is sad, the other one can always cheer them up. Spencer can always cheer Y/n up just by giving her attention and love. When she’s sad, he knows to just be quiet and hold her. The warm hold of her boyfriend is just what she needs. In his arms, she instantly feels more relaxed and less upset.

When Spencer is upset, Y/n can’t just wait for him to talk to her because he never will. Spencer likes to bottle up his feelings and brush them off like they’re nothing. Y/n knows to sit him down with some warm tea, get him all comfy and be there for him. She reassures him that his feelings are valid, and gets him to talk out what’s been bothering him. Releasing his emotions to his loving girlfriend is just what he needs in times of sadness.

T = Talking

(what do they love to talk about?)

Spencer and Y/n talk about anything and everything. They talk about planning dates, they talk about starting a family together, how many children they would want, they reminisce on and memories together, talk about Spencer’s line of work, and everything else under the sun.

U = Unencumbered

(what helps them relax?)

Y/n loves bubble baths; especially if they’re with Spencer. She likes to sit in the bath, back to his front, as he washes her hair. It’s something so relaxing to her: the feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp. Soft, gentle kisses pressed into her neck and shoulders help her relax even more.

What relaxes Spencer is reading. Sitting down by the heater or fireplace with Y/n curled into his side is where he will always want to be. He loves to have a good book in his hands and his girl right up against him. It’s so relaxing, and always puts him in a better mood.

V = Vaunt

(what do they like to show off? what are they proud of?)

Y/n shows off Spencer. She loves to tell people all about how smart he is, how brave he his, delving into his job. She’s so incredibly proud of him and everything he’s accomplished, so she can’t help but show him off. Every time Spencer goes on his information tangents, Y/n is so fascinated by him. She’s thinks it’s incredible how brilliant he is, and how lucky she is to be the one to witness it.

Spencer, shockingly, also likes to show off Y/n. He thinks she is the most beautiful girl in the world, and loves to show her off to people. Not just for her looks, but when people meet her, they instantly see how sweet she is. Spencer loves how kind and compassionate she is, and he wants everyone else to witness that as well.

W = Wedding

(when, how, where do they propose?)

Spencer has been planning on proposing for a long time. He wants it to be some place that holds a lot of meaning to them. His proposal spot is the cafe they met at. After their meet, it kind of became their spot. Every morning when they could, they’d go to that same cafe. That’s why Spencer thought it would be the perfect place.

They could go early morning like they usually do, when barely anyone was there. Spencer would place it on top of her favorite cupcake, one that she would order every time they got there. Once she sees the engagement ring sitting on top of the cupcake’s frosting, she’ll start tearing up. In the midst of her tears, Spence will give a short speech of how much he loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. She’ll say yes, and they’ll have a beautiful Autumn wedding.

X = Xylophone

(what’s their song?)

Their song, as lame and cheesy as it sounds, is Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis. It was one of Y/n’s favorite songs growing up, and when she showed it to Spencer, it instantly reminded him of himself and Y/n. From then on, they would always play it gently in the background while they read together, while they cooked, while they cleaned, anytime. It would also be the first song playing at their wedding.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___

(ex, the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the Harry to my One Direction. Obviously, when Y/n tried to tell Spencer this, he had no clue what she was talking about. Y/n tried explaining it was a member of a boyband she liked, but he wasn’t really following.

Spencer would say she’s the sun to his Earth. She’s the one person that he is so dependent on. He loves her so much, his world basically revolves around her (as cheesy as that sounds).

Z = Zebra

(if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

Since they already have a cat together, Squiggles, I think they would definitely want another cat. They think cats are lower maintenance, especially with how Spencer’s schedule is. They’re both cat people over dog people, so another cat would be the ideal for the two of them.

#THIS TOOK ME SO LONG UGHHHH #WHAT THE HECK #ALSO ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I SAW THE POST THAT DID THIS THAT I WAS INSPIRED BY I CANT EVEN FIND IT ANYMORE #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #Matthew Gray gubler #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #my writing

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gaymershigh · 4 years

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Hi, can u write headcanons of Jamil, Azul, Cater, Rook and Idia discovering that their S/O (male) is their favorite singer/idol in a disguise? Sorry if it sounds too boring

Thanks and I love your blog <3333

It's not boring at all! I love this request so much 💗 the reader has to not be a different world like Yuu so it makes sense in context as to why they're popular in twisted wonderland, just to clear things up!

Also yes, I'm doing other requests before redoing that damned unfinished draft-

Jamil, Azul, Cater, Rook and Idia discovering their boyfriend is a popular idol

You want to tell him so bad but you just don't the guts to.

It's not like you don't trust Jamil or anything. It's just that Kalim's 99% always nearby him and try don't him to overhear your confession and cause a huge hassle.

But sometimes secrets are broken by itself. You can be your own secret breaker.

While you were listening to songs from the Land of Hot Sands that was recommended by Jamil, he was picking random songs from your country.

His eyes slightly widen when one of the songs he picked's singer sounds just like you but with a different name.

“He sounds just like you.” he stated and that made you panicked. That is one of your newer songs from a few weeks ago.

He got curious when your words started getting shaky and your face getting sweaty. This led him to researching your stage name, making you even more scared.

“He even looks like you too, could it be?.. ” if you kept lying, it will go into a dead end. The only thing to do it to spill the beans even if you don't want to.

Your hesitant nod was followed by silence and then a normal 'ok' from your lover like nothing was out of the ordinary. You were shocked.

In the inside however, he was different. He was baffled, these things only happen in fairytails!

He's not complaining though, he loves the feeling of being special.

Even if don't mind, he wouldn't be the type to be brag about your relationship together. Maybe with Kalim but other than that, nah.

“I see. Don't worry, ya amar, I'll keep this a secret. just the two of us only.”

How can you keep this secret away from him for that long? Colour me and him impressed.

Jamil is reasonable as to why he doesn't know about your secret identity because he doesn't keep up with the trends but Azul? He definitely spends more time on the internet than Jamil would ever.

But of course he would find out eventually. Of course, it's Azul.

You were giving him some song recommendations and avoiding your own so it wouldn't raise suspicion.

Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough as he realized you kept skipping a few songs right before the song hits the 3 second mark.

When he asked you why you kept skipping a few songs. You sweated and lied about the singer is not so good. You basically degraded yourself.

If course, it's not easy to fool your boyfriend. He snatched your phone away and looked at the current song you're about to skip.

He covered his mouth in shock. There was no doubt about it, that really is you. The voice, the looks, the stage name sounds like something you would name yourself, everything!

“Darling, why didn't you tell me? Do you not trust me?” You had to reassure him that was not the case and you just prefer not to get the attention and not make anyone annoy him about asking him questions about you.

You're just so special, aren't you? You're an idol beloved by everyone but you don't want the publicity and cause any problems, you're so sweet and precious.

He'll only brag occasionally. It's unprofessional for him to be cocky every single time of the day and he'll probably show off only to intentionally piss off someone.

“Darling, you shouldn't insult yourself! You're very good in singing and you amazingly breathtaking! So handsome.”

Seriously, how did you get away from him, Cater Diamond himself??

He's a social media God and even if he does suspects you several times, he's supposed to catch on sooner.

You have to admit, it was harder to hide away from him since he follows your account. Everytime he takes a selfie with the both of you, a lot of people comment asking him is that (stage name).

He would usually reply 'I wish lol but imagine if that happens 😳'. This makes you nervously laugh.

He always comments about how you always look like (S/N) all the time and you always nervously scratched your neck, feeling guilty.

He also joked about your voice being incredibly similar and how you could be the idol in disguise. My god you couldn't describe how much you want to run out of there as soon and possible.

You thought everything is going smoothly until the most dreadful statement came out of your boyfriend.

“(Y/N), do you want to go to (S/N)'S concert on Friday this week?” You had enough. You can't handle the torturous moments and can't keep up with the lies anymore. You have to tell him with a little twist to it. You said you were busy which means you have to keep denying your cute pouty sweetheart.

When you finally finished your concert, you called your boyfriend from the stage to go to the backstage. You can see the excitement in his eyes.

When you confessed that his statements about his number 1 favorite idol is also his boyfriend he's been dating for months, he went form speechless to hugging you tightly while screaming.

“Holy shit, I can't believe it, (Y/N)! I'm gonna tell everyone!” You sighed in relief as he reached out for his phone.

He's definitely gonna brag no matter what universe he's in. The publicity and increase amount of his followers in magicam is gonna be unbelievable. Just like Azul, he's gonna shove your relationship to everyone's face just to annoy them.

“(Y/N)-chan is so mean hiding such amazing secrets away from me, you're gonna pay the price~”

He's gonna be so surprised as to how you hide from him for more than 3 days. He's got good eyesight and very good at reading your heart.

You're sometimes we're scared that he caught on as he kept praising you like your fanbase would usually do. You never felt so relieved when you found out he's just like that.

He sometimes does comments how you look like your other side and how your voice sounds uncomfortably similar but that's just it.

It's a little bit easier to get away from him when it's about social media since he's not really the type to look to check social media daily.

He kept persistently asking you if that singer he adores so much was you, which you kept replying with of course, no.

But every single time you answered the same reply, your tone and confidence seems to be different, lowering down specifically. He probably already knew you are (S/N) now but he really wants you just give him a 'yes' instead of just believing in his own word.

While you were cuddling with him on his bed and about to fall asleep, you were playing a few songs as white noise to make you go to dreamland faster.

You didn't even realise your song was playing, your eyes were bleary and you could black out any moment.

Rook took the opportunity to asked you again if you were (S/N), he was both surprised and please when he finally got the answer he waited for.

With no hesitance, you said yes before drifting to sleep. He won this time, checkmate.

When you woke up, he told you about what happened last night with the usual smile while you're mouth was agape.

He might unintentionally brag by telling the whole campus how handsome you are, your angelic voice, how lovable and huggable your figure is, Vil is jealous.

“Mon trésor, there is no need to repent about your beauty, you are lovely in any shape of form, my sweet delicate dove~”

He adores your idol version of yourself and is probably the only real idol that he admires, the rest is probably his anime waifus or whatever.

Doesn't mean he doesn't love your backstage form too, he loves you too very much and thinks you're very handsome :)

It's just that your face reminds him of his favorite singer of all time. He's always making conspiracy theories about how you're (S/N)'s clone and you'll just laugh, knowing everything.

He once said that maybe you're an idol in secret, this made you sweat nervously as you shook it off.

Everytime he talks about your idol self to you, Ortho always asks if you're ok or not because you always felt a bit anxious and shaky as if you were about to get killed.

This made Idia raise suspicion. He wanted an answer as to why so he made up a plan.

He makes Ortho note your condition everytime he talks about (S/N).

His suspicions were right, you're always uncomfortable everytime he asks you if you're the idol version of yourself.

If he thinks he has enough tapes and audios of you literally shaking, he started negotiate you.

You had no escape as Ortho has trapped you in his room alone with your boyfriend. He kept taunting you with the same question 'are you (S/N)?' until you finally give in and told the truth.

Even though he got his victory, he still felt bad since you don't wanna talk to him for 3 days, causing him to cry like a baby.

He seriously can't believe it though, he just experienced something out of his mangas! He's beaming with joy.

He's only bragging on the internet only, there is no way he's gonna say anything in real life as you're wayyyy out of his league.

“You could have just told me, you know! I won't tell anyone if you're uncomfortable, I promise!”

You have no idea how much I loved writing this one but I got a creativity burnout when writing Idia lol~

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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theodora3022 · 4 years

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Since you wrote about Yandere Villians with Y/N having a cute fairy quirk, how about a Yandere Hero having a Y/N with a monstrous quirk? SO...you pick the hero! Pick any male hero who you believe can handle Y/N. You do such amazing writing.

Y/N have to wear a face mask to hide the muzzle she wears going outside. Y/N have a quirk where she goes on a frenzy. Her eyes turn red, her veins pop out of her skin, she starts growling and trying to bite anyone near by. A monster who craves to rip flesh and bones. Y/N can turn on her quirk if she feels so much anger or fear. Y/N doesn't want to hurt anyone. She wants to live a quiet and alone life.

Wolf

Pairing: Best Jeanist x f!reader

Warnings: light yandere content, power abuse, threats

Thank you so much for the compliment, dear anon! I went soft with the monster idea that I just made the reader into a werewolf...hope it is still good! I was torn between Kiri and Best Jeanist! I really like Best Jeanist, I wish he got some more screen time ... Maybe I’ll do another one for the shark boy later.

Some groundwork:

When your quirk manifested at four years old, you were not surprised: you come from a family of Mutant quirks, after all.

Your quirk, wolf, means you can transform into a wolf anytime. The longevity is unknown to you since you barely use it. Even in your normal human form, you still have wolf ears and tail. You also have a sensitive nose, just like canines. You (hair color) fluffy fur is the same color as your hair. In acient times, before quirks become a thing, you would be seen as a werewolf.

While transformed, it is hard to supress the wolf’s wild instincts, the desire to hunt, to kill and consume raw meat (extremely difficult if you are hungry). You hate it, being like a beast instead of human. You had outbursts in the past that nearly killed one of your friends. There fore you stay in human at all times.

So most of the time, you just kept a muzzle near you, just in case you would lose yourself to the beast again.

You always feel this...strange sense of difference between you and normal people, so all of your friends have mutant quirks. You kept your social circle small, only letting those who are deemed trustworthy close to you (you told them to run if they see any signs of you getting wild)

You always had a soft spot for animals, therefore you decided to work in a pet shop. Dogs especially loves you, maybe because your canine quirk. Cats not so much, as they had left quite a few marks on you when you just started.

Now you are the assistant manager, the salary is decent, so you do not look for anything more. You never thought of having a romantic relationship because you do not trust yourself: you do not want to hurt the person you love. So even if you had crushes you just kept those feelings hidden until they went away.

Best Jeanist/Tsunagu Hakamada

Did you know his favorite animal is wolf? Therefore he is a furry

Being the No.4 pro hero means taking on lots of stress, so Tsunagu decides to have an animal friend at home who he can talk to freely, without worrying leaking information (I mean how can animals pass on information).

He went into the nearest pet shop, hoping to find a furry companion, preferably dogs.

What he did not expect is to find you there, with those literal puppy eyes and fluffy ears sticking out of your hair, tending to the puppies.

Tsunagu met people with similar quirks before, and he finds them aesthetically pleasing. But seeing you with a litter of adorable puppies, laughing and petting them? He felt like his heart just melted.

“Hello sir. How may I help you today?” You put on your usual smile. Tsunagu is wearing his civilian clothes, so he is just another customer to you. A fashionable one, though. You took notice at his stylish blonde hair.

Tsunagu would ask you about all the options for adopting a puppy. However he is only half-listening: he is drawn to how your ears twitch towards any abnormal sounds...

“Oh, my ears? Sorry if they are distracting. It’s part of my quirk.”

Would get you to talk to him as much as possible, with lots of polite questions.

When you bid him good day as he walks out the door, holding a poodle puppy with its supplies, Tsunagu is determined to see you more.

You are warm, like a ray of sunlight in this stormy world. Having worked as a pro hero for so long, dealing with many negative things so often, make him attracted to positive people. Those furry wolf ears and tail only added to his admiration.

Whenever Best Jeanist is not needed at his agency, Tsunagu Hakamada would find excuses to drop by your shop. Whether it be buying new accessories for his puppy or simply need some advice on her, he would find a way to talk to you, to hear your voice.

Until he become acquainted with you enough, Tsunagu finally asked for you name.

“I’m (y/n), and you, sir?” “Tsunagu. Tusnagu Hakamada.”

Never have once you associated your friendly customer with the No.4 Pro hero of Japan. Tsunagu is charismatic and talkative (at least to you), never putting on airs like Endeavor. Since he wears a mask, the public does not have a good idea what he looks like.

Then you noticed those small gestures, how Tsunagu’s hands would “unintentionally” brush against yours when you hand over his paid items, how his body would lean in slightly towards you whenever you are talking. Or how his lips would curl upwards whenever your tails wags with excitement. You also seen him way more frequently compare to average customers.

“He got a crush on you.” One of you co workers, teases after Tsunagu left the store.

“No he doesn’t.” You blush, although considering her hypothesis.

You seen some of his clothes in fashion magazines, one of them costs more then your monthly salary. Tsunagu is clearly a rich man, a fashion designer perhaps.

“Ms.(y/n), sorry if this sounds intrusive, but do you have a lover?”

That was...unexpected. “No, I do not. Why did you ask, Mr. Hakamata?”

That saves him trouble. Best Jeanist has got this flawless reputation for years, he prefers not to taint it. But if he must, Tsunagu would not hesitate. You belong with him, and him only. “Well, it’s possible such a beautiful lady like you already has a significant other.”

“Mr. Hakamata...I-” You were not sure to blush or to smile. Now it is clear to you: This blonde is interested in you. However you do not know what to respond.

“Call me Tsunagu, please.”

The next day you would find a lily bouquet wrapped in denim on the store counter?! Who use that as a bouquet wrapper? Flatter as you are, you still find this unsettling. He did not show up for the rest of the day, which gives you time to think.

Tsunagu is handsome and kind. He seems like a perfect choice, but you wonder what he would say if he saw you as a bloodthirsty wolf, feral and hungry for killing.

You decide to turn him down, not wanting to give him false hope.

Some minor villain is causing trouble in the streets when you were walking home. You were just going to sprint away at first, but in the corner of your eye you saw a mother with her toddler daughter being corner by the villain. The way the mother tries to protect her child triggered something in you. You have to do something!

“Grr!!!” Suddenly a piece of flesh is ripped off the villain’s leg. The villain screams in pain, but you dodged every last one of his attacks while leaving deep bite marks on him. Soon the sidewalk is stained crimson with blood. You know the two had already gotten away, you should stop now. But the wolf instincts got the better of you. You crave blood, lots of it. The growing pool under you is not enough.

You heard police sirens, someone yelling for you to stop, but the wolf is not willing to. It seems it would not be satiated unless this villain dies a brutal death.

Streams of fibers wrapped around you, restraining you until you cannot move anymore.

When you regained consciousness, you were in a clean jail cell, still in your wolf form. You assumed that you are being confined in a hero agency since you just lost control.

The door cracked. It is Tsunagu! What is he doing here? And why is he wearing a jean mask?

Then you saw the rest of his outfit. Demin jeans suit from head to toe, the...the No.4?

He is Best Jeanist? What is happening now?

Tsunagu wanted to take things slow, he wanted to date you normally, letting you know everything about him, but this seems like too good of an oppertunity to pass up.

“(y/n), can you understand me?” He crouches down with a concerned look on his face.

You nod. You are not able to speak human languages while in wolf form, another draw back.

“Do your clothes come back when you transform? Or do you need some clothes?”

You left your clothes behind a dumpster before, so you just shook your head. If you were to transform now, it could be quite embarrassing.

Handing you a denim dress, Best Jeanist leaves to give you some privacy to change.

After you are dressed and back in human form, he took you to his office.

“I know you must have lots of question right now, but please allow me to explain somethings first.”

“The villain is in bad shape. You did quite a bit damage on him. His blood loss is immense; he is still in the ICU as we speak.”

Why don’t you just let him die, he’s a threat to society anyway. You ask yourself, silently.

“However, while he is a villain, you still hurt him too much. And it’s not even self-defence. You are not a hero, it’s illegal.”

You tense up. Would you face charges for this? For trying to protect other people.

“Would I go to Tartarus? For how long?”

“Oh, come now. As long as I have any say , I won’t allow that to happen.” Your eyes lit up, wanting to thank him.

“You can be my wife instead. Stay with me, and no charges would be pressed.”

What?

You know he likes you, but just asking to become his wife like that? Without dating first.

“Tsunagu, I... you...this...” He finds your stutters cute, as he traces his fingers along the edge of your wolf ears. Best Jeanist had been wanting to do that for so long, he worked so hard to restrain himself.

“Your choice. Either face court charges, or you can be with me, all is well.”

Tsunagu Hakamada is confident about his chances. An innocent, adorable civilian like you will not last long even in the most outer cells of Tartarus.

Tears slides down your chin as you give a reclutant reply. “I’ll...be with you.”

Who could have thought Tsunagu would do such a thing? He is always so nice and friendly. But now here he is, threatening you with this crime?

“Perfect.” Snapping a denim collar around your neck, he lifts your chin, forcing you to look up to him. “I can’t wait to get you home; you would be such a lovely little wolf. My little wolf.”

“Should you ever try to leave me, I’m sure Tartarus is always avaliable.”

#yandere bnha #bnha #bhna best jeanist #yandere best jeanist #bnha reader insert #best jeanist

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timeforelfnonsense · 3 years

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Dafni x Astartion || Rating: E (very spicy: See Ao3 tags for a run down ) || Ao3 || Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series

Notes: Sub & dom Astarion all in one fic? Maybe so. Shadowheart's off-handed line about the PC tying her up if she started to turn inspired this filth (I'm sure she'd be loathed to know that). I'm also a fan of the sexy misuse of spells and hadn't written femme dom in a while. It was a perfect storm. Evlish Translations: Qu tel sy- Bindings of the wilds

Astarion watched Dafni’s dainty fingers casually trace an arcane pattern in the empty space before her.

“Qu tel sy” Her voice wavered a bit in its attempt at sounding commanding.

Cute.

Tendrils of jasmine vine sprung from the earth below him winding up his biceps binding him at the wrist. He’d heard her make a sharp quip about tying Shadowheart up that afternoon. The comment had worked his way into his mind. He was normally much more interested in taking the lead but the idea of playful, defiant Dafni taking control was rather enticing. A fantasy worth indulging in at least once.

“Comfy?” She asked, her head tilting to one side.

“Very.”

With a nod, she began to leisurely undress herself. His hungry gaze followed her dainty fingers as they came to the tan leather straps that kept her breastplate fastened. She took her time with each buckle admiring the tiny floral etchings as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. Slowly she shrugged herself free. Carefully laying it down beside her long sword and bow. Next, she set herself to the thin metal plates that protected her knees, removing them and adding them to the neat pile.

“You are taking forever, Daffodil.” He complained.

“I could go slower?” She retorted leaning over as she slid her hands down her thigh to her cave.

“No. No, take your time I’ll just be making a mental note of what a terrible pricktease you are being.”

Dafni rolled her eyes, tugging off her boots. Her fingers toyed with the laces of her breaches before moving to the pearl buttons at the wrist of her tapered bell sleeve.

“I’ve been thinking about something you said the other day.” She mused, halting her undressing once more, “Can you really not see your own reflection?” Astarion let out a frustrated breath. He should have expected her to drag it out. The little puck! Really he’d walked right into this. He tried to pull his hands free of their bindings so he could have her and be done with this gods’ damned teasing but she only waved her hand casually, causing the vines to pull him firmly to the ground. “My, my someone is impatient! I believe I asked a question?”

“I really can’t.”

“So, you don’t know what you look like?” She inquired.

“I’m sure right now I look rather annoyed.” He quipped back.

“I’m being serious.”

Oh no.

Not the pout!

Her lower lip jut out ever so slightly. Her eyebrows began to stitch and his heart threatened to melt into a puddle. He was certain she knew he’d cave if she gave him that look. He had been able to resist when they’d first met but lately that quivering lip was a sure-fire path to getting her way.

“Ugh- Alright! I'll indulge you! Little brat...” He said with a stroppy huff, “I have a general idea of how I looked before. Lacking any evidence to the contrary, I just assume I look amazing.”

“Dear me!” She tuted with a chime of silver-toned laughter, “So cocksure. You satisfied my curiosity-” A coy smile flashed across her face, “For now anyway. I think that deserves a reward.”

She brought her hands behind her neck unbuttoning collar, tugging her blouse over the top of her head. Astarion gave a weak attempt at silencing a low snicker as the fabric got caught on the long line of her ears in her haste. An adorable pink bloomed across the apples of her rounded cheeks. Her fingers returned to the satin ribbon at the front of her pants once more, shimmying her wide, seductive hips as she slipped them off.

His breath caught in his chest as he drank her in. She was eternal in the warm candlelight. A goddess all his own. Plump curves. Full breasts. Her loose curls cascading down her back like a river of rose petals. Freckles like flecks of gold covering her soft, kissable skin. She looked like a dream, dressed in nothing but her smalls and the crescent pendant that hung from her neck. The cool evening air danced across her bare sink prompting a tiny shiver from Dafni. Her nipples hardened as goosebumps broke out across her exposed skin.

“You are outstandingly beautiful, to confirm your suspicions.” She hummed straddling his hips. He could feel her warm core against his length through the thin fabric of her panties. He pressed himself against her, rocking slowly against her cotton clad folds. She gave a delighted squeak, wiggling against the solid pressure of his erection. “ I wish I could draw so you could see for yourself. Unfortunately, I’m hopeless with bush and canvas. I am quite good with gab, however. I could paint you a picture with words instead? Would you like that?”

He’d be lying if he claimed to have never been curious about his own appearance. He had a few memories of his mortal countenance. But like the majority of his past time and torment had left them hazy and abstract. He’d definitely had a little more color in life. He could recall being fair but not quite so cadaverously pale. His eyes would have been the most severe change, save the fangs. He’d seen the same haunting scarlet in the irises of every vampiric creature he’d met. He flitted through his thoughts trying to recall their previous color. Knowing Dafni she’d eventually ask him, if not now later on one of her whimsical larks. He was somewhat sure they had been green? Her offer seemed more and more appealing as his mind shifted through faint, crumbing memories. It would be fascinating to hear what parts of him she’d taken particular notice of. Moreover, Dafni had the remarkable ability to see the absolute best in everything. His appearance would likely be much the same and what man wouldn’t want the object of his desire to spoil him with compliments?

“Go on.” He affirmed with another eager roll of his hips against the growing wetness between her legs.

“Very well. You have a strong, angular jaw and perfect cheekbones. You have a little birthmark riiiiiight- Here!” Dafni explained, noting the spot on his cheek with a peck, “You have the most heartbreakingly handsome grin I’ve ever seen. Your nose is very straight. I can tell you weren’t in many bar fights!” She giggled, tapping the tip of his nose with her index finger. Astarion scrunched his nose in response prompting another musical laugh from Dafni. Followed by a long, slow kiss to his lips. He slid the edge of his tongue along the seam of her lips. A dissatisfied curse escaped him as she pulled back. Dafni only continued to beam with bemusement at his wanting. She brought a hand to a stray lock of hair that had fallen into his face. She wound the curl around her fingertip before sliding her fingers through his hair. Tugging softly at the root as she pushed it back. “Your hair is the color of moonlight. Your eyes are my favorite, though. So striking… The color of fine claret. Expressive too! If I want to know your mood I can always see it in your eyes. Or by the tips of your ears. They go pink when you are flustered. It’s faint but I’ve spent enough time admiring you to notice.” She nibbled his ear to emphasize her point, drawing a quiet whimper from Astarion. She kissed her way back down his body pausing on the hollow of his neck and collar bones. “You’ve always reminded me of the statues of the first elves we had in Peleira. Awe-inspiring figures cut from marble and alabaster. Trim and regal just like you.” She slid off his hips, kidding each rib on the right side of his body before settling between his thighs. Her soft hand wrapping around his member. A needy growl fell from his lips as she began her lazy pumping. She let out a playful chime of laughter before running her tongue along the underside of his shaft. “And of course your cock is absolutely glorious! So long with a slight curve that hits all my secret places. While I’m not the inexperienced maiden you hilariously mistook me for but, you do make me feel as if I were. You make sex feel new and exciting, Astarion. You make my life exciting all around. Normally my fancies come and go with haste, but I can’t imagine myself ever growing bored with you. I’ve never had a lover hold my attention as you do.”

Her adoring plaudits were overwhelming. Each comment was painfully sincere. Her free hand drifted between her own legs. The licentious mewls she made as her fingers toyed with herself made him even harder. His mind was swimming with desire. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her snug, wet sheath. She must have seen the hunger in his expression. His body went taut as he felt her soft lips around him. Gods he wanted to touch her! To sink his fingers into her soft curls while she worshiped his cock. His hips bucked against her mouth as instinct took over. The sweet vibration of her giggle sending a shiver down his spine. He almost didn’t notice the feeling of more plant life ensnaring him, ankle to the shin. He could feel himself swiftly approaching the brink as she teases his tip.

“Daffodil…” His voice came out in a strained whisper, “You’ll need to stop soon. I’d still like to have you in other ways.” With a hum of understanding, she removed him from her mouth with a soft pop. Her thumbs hooked the edges of her underwear removing it in one quick movement. His wrist strained against his bindings as he attempted to reach for her hips. “Wait a moment. I want to taste you first.”

“You want me to unbind you?” She asked.

“I didn’t say that.” He chuckled a playful half-smile on his lips.

“Oh.”

Dafni’s belly flipped when she heard his request. The embers of confidence smothered by her own insecurities. She’d had her fair share of lovers between her thighs but she’d never like...That. Astarion was so lithe. She didn’t want to smother him!

“You can say no, darling.” He reassured, “However if you are worried about hurting me, don’t be.”

Nibbling her lower lip as a hot flush broke out across her naked body. “How did you know?”

“You have the same needlessly embarrassed look on your face as you did when I picked you up in the forest.” He sighed, continuing, “It's fairly common anxiety as well. I promise I’ll be perfectly fine. Besides if you accidentally suffocate me you’ll have to go fetch an emergency revivify scroll from Shadowheart and the thought of her reaction when you told her how I died is positively delightful!”

Dafni tried to hold in her laughter but it came out in a snort, “You are awful! What if she wanted to see your body?”

“Gods, I hope she would! Can you imagine her shock? Finding me all tressed up in jasmine after meeting my untimely end betwixt your gorgeous thighs!” He stated with a mirthful grin, “This all hypothetical of course. I fully expect you’ll be the only one to experience a little death from sitting on my face.”

Dafni felt her nerves steadying with his gentle taunting. She couldn’t decide if she was touched or mortified that he’d taken note of her insecurities. She’d never voiced them but he had been perspective enough to notice the little changes in her demeanor. He had a knack for catching on to the little things other people tried to hide. Part of the ‘wiles’ that had kept him alive for the past few centuries. She supposed his perceptiveness was the flip side of his secretary. Both had been informed by a difficult life.

She brushed her lips against his. Their foreheads pressed against one another. “Alright.”

Dafni steeled herself as she settled her thighs on either side of him. Ever so slowly she lowered herself towards his smirking mouth.

Oh wow.

All the worry slipped away with the first pass of his cool tongue along her slit. A lewd gasp broke free from her as he sealed his lips over her clit. Sucking and teasing her to delirium. Her hips grew a will of their own rocking forward, chasing the electrifying sensation. Her squirming only seemed to embolden him. His attention shifted to the mouth of her arousal. His tongue eagerly exploring her dripping center. Her confidence returning with each dizzying lick. She thought she’d feel ridiculous perched on top of him. The sight of Astarion happily ravaging her with his mouth left her feeling empowered and needy.

“Gods that’s good!” She whimpered rutting against him, “I-Wow… I kind of want to keep you here a forever.” She tugged at the roots of his soft curls pulling him deeper into her arousal. Promoting a delighted purr from Astarion as he continued to lap away at her quim. “Keep going! I’m so close...Ah! Astarion! Please! More!” A few more skillful sweeps of his tongue and the hot coil of building pleasure snapped loose. She hadn’t meant for the lamentation that followed to come out at such a high volume. She normally tried to be courteous of their friends. It was close quarters and they would likely not enjoy her keening half as much as Astarion did. She bit down her lip quieting another cry as the tempest of exaltation mixed with the sharp sensation of his teeth on her inner thigh. After a few swallows, he brushed his lips over the wound in a chaste kiss. She climbed down from her seat, flopping down on his cool chest. Her breath coming out in ragged heaves. “That was life-changing.”

She glanced up finding him staring with even more hunger than usual. His chin shimmering with slick. Lips stained red by her blood and his eyes alight with impatient longing.

“Years of practice.” He stated with a wicked grin, “Now if you’d be kind enough to free me, Daffodil? If I don’t have my way with you this instant, I might be driven mad.”

She nodded climbing off his chest to receive one of his daggers from his things. She carefully cut away the blossoms and vines that held him prone. As soon as the blade cleared the twist of greenery, he pounced, laying her out on her stomach. Dafni let out a peal of amusement, propping herself up slightly on her elbows. Astarion ran his finger along her slit, causing her to shiver. A dark, desirous sound rumbled in his chest as he sunk two fingers into her, “Still a little sensitive, are we? There is still nectar dripping from your flower down the back of your legs. I knew you’d enjoy your little ride. I certainly did. You’re so beautiful when you come undone. Squirming and squealing. Though, I wonder what the others will say now that they’ve heard you screaming my name like a trollop?” He let out a moan as Dafni clenched around his pumping fingers, “Should we see if I can get you to do it again?”

Dafni cried out as he impaled her with one urgent push. His hips met her’s with a smack before he withdrew almost completely. She whined at the emptiness, relief washing over her as he resheathed himself with another unyielding shove. It seemed being unable to touch her had inspired a carnal frustration he was desperate to satisfy. He gathered her loose hair up in one hand, yanking her back as he continued to pound into her. He hissed as Dafni brought her thighs closer together, savoring the hardness of his length inside her.

“Tell me again, tart.” He demanded wrenching her back to look at him, “Tell me how I make you feel like a vestal maid with my ‘glorious cock’.”

“For you, I am reduced to a lusty, untouched damsel.” She confirmed pushing her backside against him.

“Indeed you are.” He released his grip on her curls, bringing his hands to rest on the swell of her hip tugging her even closer.

He growled his approval before sinking his teeth into the warm hollow of her throat. With each sip, she felt his heart fall into step with her own. It was a strange sort of intimacy that felt a bit metaphorical. Cold, wicked, Astarion’s undead heart lurching to life. Beating in perfect time with her own as she coursed through him. Dafni knew it was a silly, romantic notion but that could hardly be helped. Especially when he was ravaging her with such vigor. Her second climax flourished as he pressed himself against her just so. She convulses under him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Astarion tore himself away from her neck, incarnadine eyes burning ravenous with a mix of thirst and fearsome wanton need.

He shouldn’t have bitten her again. It was a rash, risky choice, especially when he was already frenzied with lust. That first taste from her thigh had been the most exquisite yet. The sweetness of her blood mingling with the earthy tang of her slick had been transcendent. The soft, sunny, joy he’d experienced when feeding on her in the past had been replaced with a blinding exaltation that had nearly finished him off untouched. If the first bite had been transcendent the second had felt like finding himself in Arvandor itself. It took no small amount of will power to chase off his instinct to drink her dry.

As he beheld her writhing, buxom form an admission rushed out of him, “I never want anyone else to touch you again.”

Never?

Oh, gods, that was a fool thing to say!

“I’m spoiled for all others.” She assured, “No one else could please me as you do.”

Her words ignited something base in him, pushing him to the edge. With a final crude thrust, he found his rapture, flooding her snug, soaking, heat with his release. All the while his thoughts rang loud with one word.

Mine.

He lingered behind her for a while, his chest heaving and heart racing. He knew he must be a flustered mess and he didn’t really want her to see him like that. He’d already shown her too much. He squeezed his eyes shut. Composing himself before laying out beside Dafni.

When his eyes fluttered back open he took stock of the scene before him. Dafni’s expression was somewhere between dazed and ecstatic. The wound on her neck was still dripping red. The one on her thigh had closed, turning a deep purple. His seed seeped from her entrance. His chest went tight, his cheeks a deep red. She was well and truly debauched.

“Daffodil?” He said softly as he placed a tentative hand on her shoulder, “Are you ok, dear?”

She blinked a few times before nodding, “I’m ok! Just a little woozy and overwhelmed, maybe? Kind of floaty.”

“Completely fair. That was...A lot. I might have gotten a bit carried away. Apologies.” He brushed the loose hair from her shoulder to get a better look at the puncture on her neck, “If you feel faint, you should eat something. Tell me what you’d like and I’ll fetch it from the camp’s stores?”

“Some water would be nice and maybe an orange? I think we have some left from the druids.” Dafni turned to her side, cozying up beside him. She looked up at him through curling pink lashes. Her mossy brown eyes expressing an uncharacteristic shyness. “After I have my snack, could maybe I stay with you again tonight? You can say no! I won’t be offended. I understand that you like your space and I don't want to be clingy! I-I’m just feeling a little vulnerable after all that and I don’t think I could handle a walk of shame right now…”

It always stung to hear that she expected him to throw her out as soon as the deed was done. He supposed she had every right to after his attempt to leave her alone in the woods that first night. It should have been clear to her he enjoyed her company by now. Hadn’t she noticed all of the parts of himself he’d conceded to her? He’d told her about Cazador- Not everything but more than he thought he’d be willing to share with another person. He let her linger in his personal space and hold his hand almost constantly. He watched out for her when she was too blinded by her own generosity to do it herself. He had even admitted how important her well being had become to his own! And still, she assumed he’d toss her out into the night.

“Of course you can stay,” He scowled tuting his disapproval as he spoke, “I just assumed you would start staying with me after I invited you to the other night. Apparently, I should have been more clear. Unless I tell you otherwise, you are always welcome to stay with me, Daffodil. So please stop acting as if I’m some cold-hearted dastard? It’s offensive and it bruises my ego.”

“You mean it?” She chirped a blinding grin across her winsome features, “I can stay here whenever?”

He groaned, “Yes. I know you don’t like trancing alone and I like having you around. It makes sense for us to share quarters. If I need space I’m sure you’ll know. Now I’m going to get your food and water before you swoon from bloodloss or over-excursion.”

#astarion #dafni of gwynneth #elf writes #elf gets spicy #sunshine & starlight

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shiroganeryo · 3 years

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if you still doin that character thingy... Kanda, pls? or Krorykins, whichever u wanna do more, cuz i cannot choose 😅

*breathes in* This is it. This is how I finally get to write about two characters in one go because I also can’t choose XD I hope you don’t mind this getting long and thank you for giving me them, you beautiful human being! 🥺

Kanda

My otp for them: With Alma, no doubt (only trust!). Alma’s last moments break my heart, in a good way - they are soulmates meant to be. Their story is very sad and yet extremely touching and beautiful. I have a thing for lovers who meet again in their next lives, as I’m a sucker for the “red string of fate” myth. I get emotional just thinking of their relationship, and I wish, I really wish, that if they have another chance, that they can meet again and finally be happy together without being torn apart by the tragedies of war. My brotp for them: Weirdly enough, I’d say Allen! After Alma arc, Kanda seems to be a lot softer than before, and I’ve been loving the mutualism between him and Allen. They are very alike (as much as they hate to admit it), and that’s why they can understand each other well and know what the other needs without him needing to say anything. They’re both not good at talking about their feelings. Any other ships: With Lenalee! I know most people see their relationship as a brotherly one, but man, they have such good chemistry together. They bicker often, but just imagine what a killer duo they would be 💦 I’m weak for powerful couples. They know each other ever since they’re little, so they have shared a lot of moments together and know each other well, too - the scene in which Lenalee goes to meditate with him because she was scared of Lvellie was adorable; she feels safe around him. Their best friend: I want to say Marie! I think Kanda would rather people who don’t snoop around too much into his personal space, and Marie simply knows where these boundaries are at. He also knows how to deal very well with Kanda’s temper. He understands him but also knows of his flaws, yet he doesn’t question or confronts him, which I’m sure Kanda appreciates. He’s been recently showing that he cares a lot about Johnny as well, but deep down, Kanda does care about many of the people close to him. My favorite nickname for them: It’s gotta be Bakanda, the pun is just great XD It doubles in greatness because, in my language/official release, this got translated as “BabaKanda”, which is also a pun! In Portuguese, “babaca” is the same as “idiot”. So I appreciate this silly pun a lot more thanks to that XD My favorite AU headcanon of them: I think that, sadly, Kanda won’t make it alive to the end of the story. I headcanon that, in case he does die, it’s after repaying his debt with Allen in a roundabout way; he did help Allen, but at the same time, he went to rest in peace together with Alma. And Allen did fight for them to be happy together, so I just... kinda want this to be true. It would pain me to see Kanda go, but this would be his happy ending and he deserves this. My favorite outfit they wear: A hard pick! Kanda is very handsome so basically, anything he puts on will look awesome. However, the one moment that made me go 💓 was when we saw him in civilian clothes (Chapter 208). Jesus Christ!? He was stunning. I really like his current Order uniform + outer coat combo too, looks so comfy and warm. Defining color: When I think of Kanda, I think of a mix of colors. Namely, Cobalt (#1338BE), Carnation (#FFA6C9) and Indigo (#4B0082). I believe it’s because of the Lotus Pain ending using this palette for the effects of the lotus flowers shining in contrast with the dark background colors. Would I date them: As handsome and amazing as he is, I wouldn’t. I know he’d hate my guts because I’m the type of person who wants to overthink and needlessly talk things over more than he should, and Kanda simply abhors the very idea of this 😂 He is a simpleminded guy, and I quite like that on him. First impression: I knew Kanda wouldn’t be the bland “angry asshole character” trope during his and Allen’s first mission together, in Martel. What he told Allen left a mark and made me think there was a lot more depth to him: "I hate the way naive people like you do things... And even more so, I hate people who don't keep their promises!" This one line told me a lot about his personality. Current impression: Pretty much my first impression, but with a lot more context! I really love Kanda and his past was a surprise to me. It made me appreciate him even more than I already did. Hogwarts House: I’d say Slytherin. He would stop at nothing until he found “that person”, and this House is well known for the ambition of its people. He’s also sharp and while not smarts smart, he is perceptive and intelligent in his own way; very skilled as well. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Oshawott! Samurott looks as intimidating and stoic as Kanda, besides, it’s definitely based on a samurai, so they share this trait as well. Its first stages don’t look like much, but Samurott gets its own sword to fight with!

Krory

My otp for them: With Elliade! Now, this is one complex relationship. I admit I don’t like Elliade much but, at the same time, I understand her. For an Akuma, she really did love Krory; and he still loves her too. I just wish she hadn’t left him in the dark for so long. Her love was selfish and, while I understand how she felt, I feel bad for Krory since he thought he was a monster and that drove him to loneliness. I wish things could have been different, because their love was really pretty despite the downsides, their feelings for each other were very strong. My brotp for them: I want to say Marie! The latest Discussion Room (Vol.27) mentioned how good Krory is at many things, one of them being music. I love to think that he and Marie could have enjoyable long talks about their shared interest, they do look like the type of guys to appreciate music on a higher, more emotional level. Any other ships: I don’t have any, but I’ll make a mention to Miranda! While I don’t ship them personally, I totally see why people do. They’re both soft sweethearts who are always ready to do their best towards the people they care about - and they also share low self-esteem, sadly. The world has been very unfair with them 😢 Their best friend: Definitely Allen and Lavi! They were Krory’s first friends ever, and it’s clear how much he cares about them. My heart literally can’t take how they’re the first thoughts that cross Krory’s mind when he’s scared; it means that he feels accepted by them, they bring him comfort and make him feel safe and confident that everything will be alright. It’s just so sweet. My favorite nickname for them: Krorykins! If there’s one thing the English translation did right (and I can’t say that for like 80% of it), was translating “Kuro-chan” as “Krorykins”. It sounds so silly it’s cute 😅 My favorite AU headcanon of them: Just like I wrote about Miranda on her post, I headcanon he’s one of the people to either drop out of the Order to side with Allen, or actively help him in other ways. I think it’s not a mere coincidence Hoshino-sensei had specifically him, one of the people who cherish Allen the most, accompany Chaozii to go after him. I’m observing with great interest, as they might meet again sometime soon. It broke my heart to see him wanting to see Allen but, at the same time, wishing he had escaped safely. My favorite outfit they wear: There’s only one answer to this question, and it’s his casual clothes! He looks so elegant and fancy, so handsome yet so adorable! I mean, just look at him! Defining color: When I think of Krory, I think of deep red, a crimson shade like Carmine (#960019). I’m very sure it’s because of his Innocence. Would I date them: Maybe? I think I’d like befriending him more than dating him. He’s close to me in age though (unlike most of the characters I’ve written about so far XD) so I’d be down to it. Imagine dating a sweet guy who not only could cook you your favorite dishes but also has a more assertive, wilder side to him. Sounds like the complete package. First impression: Who is this? He looks scary but my intuition tells me there’s more than it meets the eye. Oh, he’s crying. He’s worried...? That’s too sweet, I’m betting he’s not a villain. Current impression: Well, he wasn’t a villain just like I had thought! Krory is an amazing but underrated character, he definitely deserves more love and appreciation. I love his personality, but what I love the most about him is how he had everything to be the “plain edgy, shady character” and then this notion was completely twisted around. I love it when things aren’t just about appearance. Hogwarts House: I see him being in Hufflepuff! The best people I know (namely, my best friend and spouse) are from this House and while they’re sweet and caring people, there’s also a lot to them more than it meets the eye, just like with Krory! Hufflepuffs are dedicated, loyal, and capable. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Great question because when you think of him, you’d instantly think of a bat Pokémon, right? haha But I’d give him Sobble, I think! Poor shy crybaby that gets to go from water to wine upon evolving into its last stage, which is completely fabulous and badass! Drizzile even has the prominent bang falling on its face, while Inteleon has what could look like how Krory’s bang gets upward when his Innocence is activated 🤔

#dgm #d.gray man #kanda yu #yu kanda #arystar krory #take a shot every time I say the word 'sweet' on Krory's #beware of alcoholic coma #this one got long! They're already long on their own #but I never thought people would be interested in my opinions and I'm so flattered #I'm having a blast; on cloud nine #I just apologize for the text walls all the same though!#ask

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punchdrunkdoc · 4 years

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Updated K-drama list (4)

This list is getting looooong, because I’m well and truly addicted to these shows and can’t stop watching them.

I think its because each show is so self-contained - one series, 16-20 episodes and its done. A clear beginning, middle and a satisfying end. That, together with all the tropes in play (SO MANY TROPES!!) makes each show feel like a novel come to life. And when I start a good novel, I have to finish it in one go. This usually results in me staying up till 2am because I NEED TO KNOW HOW IT ENDS. And it’s the same with these shows. I’m getting very little sleep, but I’m having a hell of a good time!

FAVOURITES

1. Crash Landing on You

He’s from North Korea. She’s from South Korea. They never should have met, but they’ll change each other’s lives.

This was my first K-drama, and its still my favourite. The full cast of characters is great, the lead romance is ANGSTALICIOUS and its genuinely, laugh out loud funny (when its not making you cry or swoon).

Male lead: Officially the best boyfriend ever. With added dimples.

Tear-jerk factor: 4/5

2. Healer

The lives, and pasts, of a hot shot reporter, a spunky young tabloid journalist and a mysterious thief-for-hire intersect.

This was so addictive - the plot was tight and engaging, and this is one of the few shows I’ve watched where there didn’t seem to be a lot of filler. I loved the central 3 characters, and the romance was amazing. I especially loved that the male lead started off such a brooding loner, but he became super-affectionate as soon as he admitted his feelings. So many good hugs and lots of face-cradling in this one.

Male lead: Effortlessly beats up 2 henchmen while comforting his girl over the phone. What more do you need?

Tear-jerk factor: 1/5

3. Itaewon Class

A young man’s life is forever altered when he runs afoul of a powerful family.

This felt like a big step up in quality from everything else in this list, in terms of the production, soundtrack (which was brilliant), the lack of annoying sound effects, and just the overall ‘real world’ feel of the show. All of the characters were fleshed out and 3-dimensional, and they all had their ‘moment’ to shine. The story itself was gripping and so well done - some of the twists and reveals had me gasping! And what can I say about the 2 leads? I love them, both separately, and together. He is so wise beyond his years, and his journey will break your heart and inspire you. She is borderline sociopathic, but I adore her.

Male lead: Tenacious, principled, kind, innocent, caring, driven, loyal…and he can cook!

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

4. Descendants of the Sun

A special forces Captain meets a capable and beautiful trauma surgeon. They feel an instant bond, but their jobs and philosophy on life get in the way, threatening to tear them apart.

Halfway through this show, I seriously thought this might overtake CLOY as my No. 1 fav. I absolutely LOVE the male lead character, and the romance was beautiful…but it didn’t quite nail the angst and the last minute was a bit twee which dropped it down the rankings a bit.

Male lead: A cocky, charming, absolute BADASS with the most adorable, cheeky smile.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

5. Love in the Moonlight / Moonlight Drawn by Clouds

A young woman poses as a eunuch in the Royal Palace and falls in love with the Crown Prince

I wanted to try something different so I opted for this period piece and OH MY GOD am I glad I did. The start had a really light comedic tone (and a lot of modern anachronisms - high fives everywhere!) and I loved all the identity-concealing hi-jinks. But then the romance kicked into gear and the DELICIOUS angst started flowing, and I became obsessed with it. It's like loads of bits of my favourite regency historical romances were mashed up and transported to the Joseon Dynasty. I loved it so much!

Male lead: Manages to look amazingly handsome despite all the period headgear, kicks ass with a sword, and doesn't allow himself to be manipulated by the corrupt officials surrounding him, which was refreshing. Also acts like an adorable goofball when he's in love.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

6. My Holo Love

A lonely woman falls for a holographic AI and then meets his creator...

I love the concept of this show (I’m a big sci-fi nerd), and it was beautifully shot. The lead relationship is well developed and it doesnt fall into a typical love triangle. I’ve come to realise it utilises a lot of K-drama tropes (face-blindness! shared childhood trauma!), but it does it really well, imho.

Male lead: Tortured loner genius. My catnip.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

7. Goblin

A 900yr old immortal guardian finally meets the ‘bride’ who will end his existence

Once I got over the slight ick-factor of the age difference between the two characters at the beginning, I really fell for this show and it’s world. It had me in tears. And I especially loved the secondary character of the Grim Reaper.

Male lead: Surprising innocent and funny for a 900 year old

Tear-Jerk factor: 5/5

8. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim

An personal assistant decides to quits her job in order to get a life. Her boss has other ideas.

I loved the female lead in this - I’m a sucker for uber-competent people, and the actress is STUNNING. Her boss is self-centred, entitled and vain...but over time, somehow that just becomes endearing! Possibly because he’s played by Park Seo Joon, who can do no wrong in my book! The central romance is super cute - I can rewatch their scenes again and again.

Male lead: Like I said, somehow makes vanity and narcissism endearing. Also not afraid to get his shirt off and flash his 6-pack. Bonus.

Tear-Jerk factor: 0/5

9. Legend of the Blue Sea

A mermaid comes onto land to find the man she loves

The (literal) fish-out-of-water scenes in the first half of this show were hilarious - the actress is a comic genius! The romance was nicely done, and there wasn’t a lot of extraneous plot or too many characters. I couldn’t stop watching this one!

Male lead: Cocky, arrogant conman with a soft mushy centre

Tear-Jerk factor: 1/5

10. Fight for my Way

Two life-long friends decide to go after their dreams

I fast-forwarded large chunks of this (I wasn’t interested in the secondary couple at all), but it still made my favourite list because I love the leads - both as separate characters and as a couple. This is one of the best friends-to-lovers stories I’ve seen, mainly because you truly buy that these 2 have known each other their entire lives (their bickering and teasing feels so natural). And then when they take the next step, they’re so affectionate and refreshingly open with their feelings.

Male lead: The third Park Seo Joon character on this list! I love his contradictions. He’s goofy and childish…but can really turn on the sexy charm; he’s a badass MMA fighter…who loves when his girlfriend sticks up for him and protects him.

Tear-jerk factor: 0.5/5

11. Suspicious Partner

A young, hardworking lawyer has her life turned upside down when she is put on trial for murder.

This has been officially bumped up to my favourites list - partly because I’m now a massive Ji Chang Wook fan, and partly because I’ve rewatched scenes with better subtitles and its made it 10x better. Its still overly long, but the serial killer plot had some nice twists and it was central to the story, so it didn’t feel extraneous like some of these types of plots do. I really enjoyed the central romance - the 2 characters sparked off each other well and I loved their evolution from sort-of enemies to lovers. This is another show where I can endlessly rewatch their scenes together.

Male lead: Its Ji Chang Wook! He’s so good at playing serious guys who are secretly big dorks.

Tear Jerk factor: 0.5/5

NOTABLE MENTIONS

These are shows which I completed and really enjoyed but they had flaws which kept them out of the favourites list.

1. The K2

An ex-mercenary takes a job as a bodyguard protecting the illegitimate daughter of a politician. A sort-of Snow White retelling.

This started off really well, with some amazing fight sequences (hello, shower room scene!). However, the back half became too bogged down in double crosses and manipulations, and it focussed too much on the politicians. The writers did well to give these characters some layers, but they were all essentially doing bad things for the wrong reasons, and I just didn’t care about them. The show was much better when it was following K2’s journey. The romance also started off well, but was a bit underdeveloped (mainly because they barely interacted).

2. I Am Not a Robot

A man who is allergic to human contact finds companionship with a robot…or does he?

I honestly thought I wouldn’t make it passed a couple of episodes of this - the concept was just too ridiculous. But I’m glad I persevered, because it developed some real depth and some proper good angst towards the end and I LOVED the central relationship.

3. Extraordinary You

A high school student discovers she's a supporting character in a comic book

The plot of this was so unique, and the way the comic story played out interspersed with the characters 'real lives' was really well done. Plus the central couple were so adorable. It dragged in the middle section (several versions of the same conversations were had, and the same exposition was spelled out multiple ways for no apparent reason) which kept it out of my favourite list, but it redeemed itself with some good angst at the end, and it had a really lovely ‘epilogue'.

4. My Love from the Star

Alien stranded on earth meets an actress soon before he’s due to be rescued.

I finally gave this another chance, and I’m glad I did. The female lead got a LOT less irritating, and I enjoyed the present-day romance and all the flashes back to the past. However, the ending was really abrupt and disappointing (which kept it out of my favourite list). There should have been 1 less filler episode in the middle, and a decent, fleshed out finale instead.

5. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo

A young talented weightlifter experiences first love

Honestly, I wasn’t sold on this at first; the female lead was a bit much (lot of gurning and over-acting) and there was a weird disconnect between how she was described (big, overweight, manly, unfeminine) and how she actually looked (thin and beautiful!). But the back half of this show saved it; her relationship with Joon-Hyung was sooooo cute. He is adorable, and they were both so supportive of each other’s dreams. I finished this with a big smile on my face.

6. Because this is my First Life

A rational-to-a-fault software designer and an aspiring screenwriter come up with an unconventional way to solve their housing problem

When I started this, I thought it was going to be all light and fluffy (the main character's job in the beginning was to insert the product placement in Korean dramas - hello, Red Ginseng! - which I found hilarious and meta) but it had a surprisingly melancholic tone throughout and touched on issues of workplace harassment and gender roles. I didn't warm to the male lead until right at the end (which was probably partly intentional - he's very remote and closed off) but overall I found the story quite lovely. Plus it had a really great central female friendship and their conversations actually passed the Bechdel test!

7. Strong Girl Bong-Soon

A woman with inherited super-strength gets a job as a bodyguard for an eccentric young CEO

The lead couple in this are AD-OR-ABLE and I loved their relationship. But there was a weird tone issue in this show. The romance is super cute...but there’s a whole dark sub plot involving multiple women being held captive by a psychopath. I ended up fast forwarding most of that, and just concentrated on the romance.

THE OTHERS...

I finished these shows and liked parts of them, but they ultimately didn’t set my world on fire.

1. Her Private Life

A talented art curator tries to keep her professional persona separate from her fangirl obsession with a pop idol.

This was cute and I loved the central relationship - he was so supportive of her, and their interactions were refreshingly mature and their banter felt really natural. Ultimately, it was a bit forgettable (I’m not dying to rewatch any of it), and the last minute tacked-on childhood trauma subplot was really unnecessary.

2. Touch Your Heart

Star actress rocked by scandal works at a law firm to prepare for her comeback role

This starred the secondary couple from Goblin and I really like them, even though they are playing very different characters in this (more opposites attract, than doomed lovers). At first I found this too ‘cutesy’, but I’ve since realised the sound effects/graphics are a K-drama thing and not unique to this show, so I’m not as down on it as I was. I still had to fast forward a lot of the secondary romances which I wasn’t invested in.

3. Hyde, Jekyll and Me

A woman becomes involved in the lives of 2 men, who share one body

This stars Hyun Bin from CLOY and he is sooo watchable, especially as the slick-haired, glasses-wearing, uptight Seo-Jin. And the show started well...but quickly went off the rails into a convoluted, dragged-out revenge plot.

4. Melting Me Softly

Two people are accidentally cryogenically frozen for 20 years. They have to navigate the modern world and their new lives together.

Another good concept, but it ultimately descended into little more than a light work-place romance. Had a couple of good kissing scenes, but it was overall a bit forgettable.

And the DNF:

My Secret Romance

I started watching this because I was looking for something a little less PG - the characters have a one night stand in the first episode! But I couldn’t get passed the bad acting and cheap production.

Master’s Sun

I liked the premise but the 2 leads weren’t very attractive (at least in comparison to the insanely beautiful actors/actresses in the shows listed above). Call me superficial, but I couldn’t see myself spending 17 hours watching them and willing them to kiss.

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cottoncandy-jester · 3 years

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Lie down darling it's time for a dream

Bakusquad with a bara crybaby S/O

You may ask yourself"proxy what's this?!"

To answer youe question I have no idea I just want to indulge okay?!

Plus come on, a big buff reader being a bottom for their shorter lover is just amazing how could I not?!

Katsuki bakugo

Honestly he was the reason you cried the first time you guys met

He finds you to be both annoying and adorable

The way you hide behind him though despite you being taller makes his ego puff up

He is very soft around you and tries not to make you cry but sometimes he cant help himself

If he's the one who made you cry he was just aggressively kiss you while mentally screaming at himself for being so dumb

Anyone who makes you cry is dying

Even if you flinch cause of someone they are dying

Your soft behavior calms him down though if he's amped up though

Your tallness does irritate him though like who TF said you could be tall!

Is constantly yanking you down to kiss you

If anyone teases him about being the shorter one he goes boom

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST CAUSE IM SHORTER DOESNT MEAN SHIT"

Let's everyone know that he's top dog between you two by biting your neck everytime you make out so others could see it

Speaking of make outs..when you cry during making out it makes him FERAL!

"look at the little baby, you're crying cause it feels so good eh? You want more kisses? Heh. Whatever"

You sniffle softly as bakugo run his fingers through your hair while straddling your waist. Today was a hard day during class and thw stress made you break down, you had to fight against bakugo and of course you going easy on him pissed him off so he snapped at you.

The two of you now sat in the dorm lounge while bakugo tried to stop your blubbering by kissing your tears away. A feeling of guilt weighted his chest down as he petted your hair and let you nuzzle your face in his chest if you wanted.

"come on [y/n] I said I was sorry, I didn't fucking mean it..so stop. I love you"

His soft whispers in your ear made you start to settle down and he smiled at the soft kisses he felt against his chest and neck. He simply sighs softly before picking his head up only to see deku and mina staring at the two of you with a crazy look. Bakugo growled loudly but looked at you before holding his anger since he didn't want you to cry again.. he'll kill them later for now you were the most important thing on his mind.

Eijirou Kirishima

This boy is crazy about you!

Like you are perfect in his eyes and he is constantly praising you til you are super red

He liked your height cause it's fun to hug you from behind or compare hand sizes

He gets pouty when he tries to kiss you but you are too tall like lean down so he can kiss your perfect face

He finds your fragile behavior super cute like you're shyness makes him smile

He will punch anyone who makes you cry like he almost got into a fight with bakugo when he made you cry

He gets annoyed if anyone calls you scary looking or asks if you're some delinquent cause you're tall

"please don't talk about him that way! He's really sweet and that is gonna hurt his feelings!"

Honestly cuddles for days

Your chest make him drool

If your hero costume has any part of your chest or even shirtless he is gonna stare

Work out dates together are to be expected

Seeing you get fit makes his knees weak

"i-i can't do sit up when y-you kiss me like that"

Your shaky voice made the redhead hold back a laugh as he sat infront of you holding your feet. He kissed you everytime you came up and after ten of those you were flustered and too shy to go on. Kirishima found your behavior so adorable that he just couldn't help but wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek

"can't help it! My manly man is just so cute!"

You whined softly at his praise before you found yourself shyly nuzzling your face in the male's neck

"kiriii~ you're embarrassing me"

"oh? Can you not handle my compliments? What if I call you manly and handsome? What about cute oh and sweet! Not to mention you are just perfect..so perfect"

The praise was too much for you and you started to feel dizzy. You fell limp in the male's arms which made him panic so he pulled your face back from his neck to look at you only to see you were all red and freaking out

"k-kiri..called..me.. perfect-"

Your muttering made Kirishima laugh nervously before he kissed your head softly.

"okay tall guy let's cool you off before you explode"

Denki kaminari

If you thought Kirishima was bad with the praise denki is worse!

All his pervy energy is poured onto you and you can't handle it

Like constant praise and affection

Also..chest...man boobies is his weakness

His face is in-between your chest 90% of the time when you're together

Not only that but constant groping your chest

"[y/n]..your chest is like a girl but better! Sooo soft!"

As far as your crying he is the one to make you laugh when you're stressed or panicked

Will get hella pissed if someone were to make you cry

If he catches you crying best believe is will smother you with kisses and love to the point where you are flustered and laughing

As far as your height he is totally jumping on your back or asking if you can pick him up every once in a while

Will brag about you to everyone..like everyone

"[y/n] is so cool! They are so strong! plus their muscles are so sexy!"

Will say pervy this about tour chest to other people as well..like he has no shame!

"heh. During training his hero outfit ripped and i saw his yummy boobs!"

"y'know [y/n] is a dude rig-"

"gahhh! I'm so lucky! His cup size is like triple some of the girl sizes!"

You let out a shaky sigh as you heard a muffled groan from the male sitting in your lap with his face buried in your chest, well at least he was alive.

You were on your bed playing animal crossing while denki had his head buried in your shirtless chest. He requested you to be shirtless and you agreed since he's seen your shirtless before but this was getting kinda worrying

"h-hey denki, are you okay? You've been pressed against my chest like this for an hour..can you breathe?"

When you got no response you panicked before pulling denki back slightly only to see his face which was filled with bliss and joy, his eyes sparkled and his face flustered with the lack of air while blood dripped down his nose

"you're bleeding!"

You felt tears brim in your eyes as you tried to move to get a towel but denki simply latched onto you and nuzzled his face into your chest.

"I'm fine! I just- really like your warm chest"

You shivered lightly when denki gazed up at you with a sly grin

"you are too cute I can't help but cling to you like this y'know? My cute guy with such a cute body"

Before you could speak you winced at the feeling of a bite on your nipple

"d-denki!!"

"heh oops-"

Sero hanta

TEACH HIM YOUR WAYS

he wants to know how you got so big and buff like huh?!

Honestly when you two first met he was scared of you

Now he just loves you lots and lots!

He isn't about huge PDA like denki and Kirishima but he will hold your hand and even kiss it from time to time

Best believe he will tape someone's mouth shut if they make you cry

He finds your fragile behavior really cute and you have gained the nickname bunny cause of it

He loves touching your muscles and just cuddling with you

If he's the reason you ever cry expect him to do everything in his power to cheer you up

Sero looked at your weeping form curling up in the bed, you two got into a simple argument that left you in tears. He can't even remember what you two were fighting over but it was all stupid now, the male gulped thickly as he reached out and touched your hair before crawling up next to you so he could see your crying face.

"hey..bunny, look at me babe"

With a slight hesitance you faced him and felt him a kiss your tears away while holding tour hand tightly in his

"whose the best boyfriend in the world?"

You didn't speak but only whined lowly as soft sniffles escaped you but you were starting to smile so that was good. Sero simply kissed along your cheek and your lips very softly

"come on, who is it?"

"m-me.."

"yeah it's you, I'm sorry"

His voice sounded shaky as you two locked eyes before you hug sero close and mumbled out a soft I love you which he returned before you two cuddle close enjoying the other's warmth.

Mina ashido

Soft boy lover #1

Like she is so in love with how soft you are it's ridiculous

She adores hugging you and clinging onto you even if it makes you super flustered

She likes showing you off and bragging about you whenever she can

"[y/n] is so cute when he gets all flustered! He is just the cutest thing ever!"

Please let her give you many kisses

Will go protective mode if she sees you crying

"who did it! I'll fight them! No one makes my cutie cry!"

She wants to train with you as much as she can cause you are strong and she wants to get stronger

Loves to sit in your lap all the time

You have a bad habit of looming over her when you want something and it scares everyone

They don't know if you wanna kiss her of kill her

You found yourself standing over the girl while she was innocently chatting with jirou, you were as quiet as a mouse so she didn't notice you but it was clear you wanted something. You really wanted attention but wasn't sure how to get Mina's attention

Would it be rude if you were to hug her from behind? What about if you tao her shoulder to gain her attention? You stood there thinking but to anyone else you looked absolutely bloodthirsty.

"uh- hey mina, I think your boyfriend doesn't like me talking to you..so creepy"

You snapped out if it and winced at the insult, creepy?

You let out a hush sniffle as mins turned to face you only to wrap her arms around you and hug you tightly, she noticed your tears and shot jirou a quick glare if annoyance.

"a-am I creepy, mina?"

"oh, sweetie no! Of course not! You're my teddy bear, lean down"

You did as she said and leaned down before feeling her grab your face and cover it with kisses upon kisses. You felt your face flush as you whined lowly

"minaaa p-people are staring!"

"let them stare! They can all see how much i love you!"

You hugged the girl close as she kissed your face and you shyly returned the attention though you felt like dying from how flustered it made you.

#kirishima eijirou #bakugo katsuki #denki kaminari #sero hanta #mina ashido #bnha imagines

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idreamofplaid · 4 years

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Amazed by You

Summary: The reader’s relationship with Dean is growing. That requires being real and accepting the gift of what happens next.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1591

A/N: This is a request for @kaylielovespandas. I picture this as early season Dean. I wanted to capture the scramble of emotions that two people have who are in a new situation for both of them with the backdrop of the reader’s emotions that she deals with as part of her monthly cycle. It’s supposed to be young, exciting, confused, and hopeful. I don’t know that I succeeded in that. I’m reposting it from this morning because I messed something up, and there’s an issue with the keep reading tab not working. Not beta read. Mistakes are mine.

Reader’s POV

The first time it was easy. Your relationship was new then; you hadn’t started sharing motel rooms and the beds in them yet. Dean was close to you in one way or another most of the time now, whether it was interviewing a witness decked out in FBI suits or sharing burgers in Baby’s front seat, and you loved it. That is until now. Now it presented a problem.

Logically, you knew you couldn’t stay perfect in his eyes. That was the nature of a relationship. You learned each other’s flaws and faults over time, and those things became part of the tapestry of the person who still not only held your interest but had your feelings flying in the direction of something bigger. For instance, Dean was a complete smart ass. It was sexy. It was cute. It was downright exasperating when you wished he’d just share his feelings for once instead of glossing them over.

This thing you were trying to hide was nothing that could even be considered a flaw, just the opposite actually. It was something women did. It was natural. So why were you freaking out so much about it now? You didn’t want to send Dean running for the hills; that’s why, and your sarcasm could make Dean’s seem tame in comparison with its bite. That was just one mood.

Others included non-stop tears and withdrawing into a safe little cocoon away from the world. When your hormones dictated, you might cry about anything from the puppy in a dog food commercial because he was hungry to the sight of the sunshine just because it was so pretty. Then there were the times you just wanted to curl up in a tiny little ball and pull a blanket around you.

You didn’t want Dean to think you were some kind of emotional mess. He grew up with his brother and an absent father. There had clearly been a notable absence f estrogen around him. Even the other hunters he mentioned knowing as a kid were all male. Later, his one night stands were just that. They didn’t last long enough for a monthly cycle to enter the picture. Girls who picked up guys i bars, or allowed themselves to be picked up, weren’t generally on their period.

The fear that was consuming your irrational mind right now was that you would snap at him over something trivial; you would end up in an argument, and Dean would leave you for the much less complicated bar conquests. You eyes filled with tears at the thought of losing Dean, and the idea of him being with someone else had them spilling down your cheeks. You were swiping at them when Dean turned the lock with his key and walked into you motel room.

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Dean’s POV

The first thing I saw was you on the bed, and sweatpants never looked so damn good. I could see the curve of your hip. Don’t stare, Dean. Don’t stare. Right. the food. “I got pizza. No onions, no sausage. Just the way you li...” What the hell? Why didn’t I notice you were crying?

I toss the pizza box in the direction of the table by the window and get to you as fast as I can “What is it, Y/N? What happened?” Your arms are around me as soon as I sit down, and m neck is getting wet where you’ve hidden your face in it. Oh, God. Did somebody get to you? Did I let something hurt you? My hand goes for the back of your head. I want you to feel safe. Make her safe. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here now.”

After awhile, the crying stops. You sit up, but you’re not looking at me. I take your hand. I’m scared out of my mind. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” My eyes are scanning over you looking for an injury. I can’t see any blood.

Your hand squeezes mine a little. “I”m okay.” When you look at me, I can’t read your expression. You seem unsure about something, but your voice is more certain. “Let’s eat.”

I search your face again for any sign that something’s wrong. You’re making our way to the table and the pizza. I think about it for a minute then ask, “Y/N, what was that?”

By this time, you’re taking your first bite of the almost loaded pizza. You swallow and smile it off. “It was nothing. I was watching a movie on TV, and it made me sad.” A movie? Okaaay. I don’t have to feel so bad about staring at your boobs. And I can’t help but sneak a glance at them every chance I get while you eat.

I watch you eat half the pizza, matching me slice for slice. By the time the last crumb is gone, I’m wondering if you’re hungry for anything besides the pizza and hoping you are. I stop while I”m clearing the table. This is as close to good as my life’s ever been. I drop everything in the trash and come back to where you’re sitting. I lean down and kiss you. Your lips are soft, and you want my kiss. I can feel it. I’m smiling before I pull my lips from ours. Your eyes are gorgeous. Could you be any more beautiful? “I’m gonna grab a shower. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

I’m smiling even bigger when I climb into bed next to you. You snuggle right up against me, and I take you into my arms. Your lips find mine. I like where this kiss is going. While my tongue is twisting around yours, I move my hand from your back around your side to your stomach then start to slide it under your waistband. “Dean, stop. Don’t do that.” Your body is tense when you pull away from me.

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Reader’s POV

You want to suck the words right back in and swallow them down as soon as you’ve said them. Dean’s chewing at is full bottom lip, and his eyes are the kind of green that makes it hard to think, but his words snatch you right back to the reality his handsome face made you forget for a second. “ Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head even more upset with yourself now. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Are you sure? You can tell me.” He’s so sincere. Anyone who doesn’t see the soft side of Dean Winchester isn’t looking. “ I won’t...Whatever it is, I won’t do it again.”

You scoot up and sit with your back against the headboard. Dean is still propped on his elbow. He looks up at you when you start to talk. “It isn’t you. I...didn’t want you to know.” There’s a long pause, and Dean doesn’t say anything. He’s still listening. “ I have my period.’ This whole time you haven’t been able to look at him like you were making some shameful confession, but when he lays back with his head on the pillow and blows out a breath; you do.

He’s quick to sit up next to you. “is that all?” You might be offended at that if he didn’t look so genuinely relieved. “What do you need? Just tell me. I’ll do it. I can get you snacks, or more pillow, or...”

Dean was babbling, and it was adorable. He didn’t have the first clue what to do. Not really. He was trying, but he didn’t know. Looking back on it later, you would know that was the moment you fell in love with him; but you didn’t now that now. You only knew that he was making you feel warm inside and cared for.

That made you brave enough to open up a little. “Will you just hold me? I know you wanted more, but it feels like my insides are falling out right now.”

A gentle smile spread across his face. “Yeah. I can do that.” You turned over and snuggled into Dean until your back was pressed against his body, and his arm was draped over your waist. You took his hand and guided it into your sweatpants stopping when his whole hand was below your belly button. His huge palm almost covered the entire lower part of your stomach. You left your hand over his holding it in place and because there was something very reassuring about it.

“Is this okay?” You asked him in a whisper.

Dean’s voice was just as quiet, and the tone of it was soothing. “Is it okay for you?”

“Mmm, hmmm. Your hand is warm. That feels good. It helps.”

“Okay. then yeah; I can do this.” You felt Dean’s nose brush your cheek before he nuzzled it into your hair and breathed in deeply. “You smell good.”

That made you smile. “Just for you.”

Dean kissed the spot where your cheek met your neck. “That’s my girl.”

“Dean, can you really sleep like this?”

He kissed down the edge of your face toward your chin. “Do you mean can I sleep with a beautiful woman in my arms that’s made me want to hold only her? Of course I can do that.”

He was good at it too. Maybe it wasn’t killing monsters or shooting pool, but Dean excelled in making you feel better. In fact, he might just be better at this that those other things. And as it turned out, you’d have the rest of your life to find out just how good he could be.

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fantasykidofkpop · 3 years

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My Super Girlfriend pt 1

Nct Taeil x reader (ft. Johnny)

Nerd! Artist!Taeil x Super!reader

Superhero au Strong Woman Do Bongsoon au

Description: Every superhero saves the day and rescues a girl. But what if a girl with super inhuman abilities, saves the day and rescues her nerdy lover.

Quote: With great power, comes great responsibility

Taeil asks himself everyday whenever he comes home from his date

"How did I, a low life, an outcast, a nerd, get the most adorable and the most beautiful girl in all of Seoul."

Taeil and Y/N were together ever since senior year of High School

You been together for 3 years and Taeil could have been any happier with his lovely girl

But was he didn't know.... that his girlfriend has a secret

3 years ago, senior year, in high school

Taeil was always getting picked on and was always the bully's target

Especially, for Johnny Seo, the school's heartthrob, captain of the basket ball team

Johnny and some of his team members (Taeyong, Jaehyun and Ten) would always pick on Taeil and sometimes beat the crap out of him if he didn't or refuses to do their assignments

Taeil sometimes come home with bruises, a black eye and a busted lip

Whenever his parents ask about his wounds, he would lie by saying

"Oh, I bumped into a lamp post" "I tripped on the side walk" etc

Taeil knew if he told his parents, they would have move and transfer him to a different school

He wanted to stay, only to study Art

Sometimes, at night, he lays on his bed, stares at the ceiling, and wishes for tomorrow to be better day

"Please, let tomorrow be a brand new day"

The moment he fell into deep slumber

His wish came true

The next day, this morning was the same

Taeil walked to his locker, when he opened it, fake spiders came out of his locker

Even though they're fake, but he has a phobia of spiders

Taeil shrieks

Loud laughter came from behind

Johnny and friends were laughing really hard

Everyone laughed with them

"Same old scared little Taeil" Johnny says

"Oh wait, he's still little!" Ten shouts

Everyone laughs while Taeil looks at his feet in embarrasment

"See you later Short Stack!" Johnny yells and high fives his friends and leaves

I knew it, he thought

"Hey bro, you okay?" His bestfriend Mark asks while helping him

Him and Mark have been best friends since the were in middle school

"Yeah, I'm fine" he says

They both walk to their first period class

"Hey I heard there is a new student coming to our school" Mark points out

"Oh really?" Taeil asks

"Yeah, they say the new student is a girl, but I havent seen her yet"

"Oh okay" he says a little nervously

"I hope she'll treat you right" Mark reasures

They both entered the class and sat down in their assigned seats

While everyone was waiting for the teacher, Taeil kept thinking about what the new student would be like

His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher mr. Choi (SuJu Choi Siwon)

"Good morning class, before we begin our lesson, we have a new student joining us today, she new around her, make her feel welcome." He say while pointing at all of us

Mr.Choi gestures the new student to come in

The moment she walked in, Taeil's world stopped

His eyes widen and mouth parted in awe

Everything was in slow motion

Your hair flow a little behind and the sun reflected your soft hair

There stood before him, was a smiling beauty

You looked ethereal to him, like aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty

Taeil's heart beated fast like it was going to burst out of his chest by now

Mr.Choi gestures you to introduce herself

"Annyonghasaeyo, my name is Dong Y/n, im from Shanghai, China, please take care of me." You smile brightly showing your pearly whites

Your voice, was so beautiful, sounded like an angel's voice and it felt smooth like whipped cream

All of the guys were swoon by your smile

While some of the girls were jealous of your beauty and your figure

Taeil was lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that he called by the teacher

He got startled by his yell

"I said, Taeil raise your hand" Mr.Choi says sternly

He shakely raise his hand

When your meet his, you gave him another beautiful smile

His heart was beating at a fast rate when you came towards him

When you sat down next to him, Taeil was freaking out on the inside

"Hello, Taeil" you smiled at him and took your hand for him to shake

He froze again and came back to reality when you greeted him

"H-h-hi" he says while timidly taking his hand out to shake your hand

"H-how do you know my name?" He says shyly and awkwardly

His heart flutterd when he heard your giggle

"The teacher called on you, silly" you said while giggling

His cheeks started to heat up and looked away in embarassment

Through out the class period, Taeil could hardly pay attention to the lesson

He couldn't help but stare at your face

You have flawless skin, cute button nose, soft rosy cheeks, pink plump lips

And MOST of all, your big bright blue eyes

Honestly for Taeil, he's never seen anyone with bright blue eyes before

Blue is actually his favorite color

He uses blue colors for when he's painting the ocean or a lake

Yours eyes were like the color of the ocean

They reminded him of his paintings of the ocean

He was so lost in your beauty, that the bell rang, ending first period

"Dude, class ended, didn't you hear the bell?" Mark calls out

Taeil came back to reality "h-huh what?"

"Are you okay, your face is really red and are you sweating?" Mark asks

He checks himself, and starts feeling embarased

"It's just so hot in this room" he lies

"You sure it was from Y/N?" Mark says with a smirk

"I don't know what you mean, lets go!" He says quickly

And speed walks out of the classroom

2nd period, Taeil's scariest period

Exercising is not the problem

His worst nightmare has the same class with him

JOHNNY SUH

Its scary when Mark doesn't have 2nd period with Taeil

Everyone was already dressed in their gym wear and so is Taeil

While everyone was stretching and waiting for the teacher

The girl's dressing room door opens

Taeil looks up and his eyes widens and his jaw drops in awe

You looked so stunning in your black sports bra and sweats

You such an amazing hourglass body

All of the boys were drooling, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil couldn't look away, its like he was hypnotized by your body

When your eyes meet his, you smiled sweetly and started walking towards him

The way your ponytail bounced

The way your hips swayed

It was driving him crazy

Taeil suddenly felt himself being pushed to the ground

"Out of my way!" Johnny yells

Yup, he pushed him 😑

"Hey, beautiful, we haven't been properly introduced, the names Johnny" he says with a flirty smile and kisses your hand

Taeil felt anger and jealousy rushing through his body

"Nice to meet you too, Johnny" you said in a gentle voice ignoring his flirting

"What should I call you, Im guessing your name is gorgeous goddess?" He flirts again

"Thanks for the compliment, the names Y/N Dong Y/N"

"Wait, Dong Y/N, like as in, Dong Sicheng?" Johnny asks in a surprised voice

"Yes, he's my little brother" you said with a small smile

Everyone especially Taeil were shocked

Nobody knew that Dong Sicheng

A.K.A. Winwin, Student Council President

Has an older sister

"Anyway, there are a bunch of nut jobs in this school, especially him" he points at Taeil

"But don't worry, I'll always be there to protect you, sweet heart" he winks

He looks down and waits for you to laugh at Johnny's insult

"I don't think so, he seems sweet" you said the honest truth

That made Taeil go red as a tomato

Jaehyun, Taeyong and Ten snickered

Johnny scoffs

"Yeah, right. Well anyway, beautiful, if you want or need after school physical education, come to me. I promise to keep that gorgeous body in shape" he says by using his hands to motion your body

"Ok, I'll think about it" you said with a gentle smile

Before Johnny could speak, PE teacher mr.Lee (Lee Dong-hae SuJu) came in and blew his whistle

"Alright everyone, today is Friday, I have a surprise in store for you guys" he smirks

Taeil was not liking this feeling

"Today, were doing, drum roll please" he points at Ten

Ten pats the bleacher to resemble a drum

"Wrestling!" He shouts

Everybody were shouting in excitement, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil felt he's going to pee himself any second now

"Alright, who wants to go?" He's says in anticipation

"Me mr.Lee!" Johnny shouts

"Yes, my tall handsome star student, get up here!" He smiles

He runs up to the center onto the gymnastic matt

"Pick your opponent"

He playfully looks around and spots Taeil

Johnny evilly smirks and points at him

"Moon Taeil !"

Taeil was beyond mortified

Everyone ooohed and silently laughs, except you

He shakely stands up and walks to the center

"You can do this Taeil !" You shouted

Taeil felt his fear wash away from your cheers

Until

Whistle blows

Taeil gets punched in the stomach

"One point to Johnny!" Mr.Lee shouts

Everyone except you claps

"Round 2!"

Taeil tries to push Johnny down, but he wasn't strong enough

Johnny and the students started laughing at his lack of strength

You, on the other hand, were cheering for Taeil

"Come on Taeil, you can do it!"

Taeil was suddenly punched in the face and got kneed in the stomach

He fell to the ground, breathing heavily

"Winner! Johnny" mr.Lee shouts and raises Johnny's arm

Everyone claps and chants out Johnny's name

You ran to Taeil and helped him up

"Are you okay?" You asked softly

He looks up and sees your beautiful face

"Am I in Heaven?" He asks almost in a conscious state

"No, your on the floor, lets get you back on the bleachers, silly" you said while giggling

You helped him back on the bleachers

"Who wants to go up against, Johnny?" Mr.Lee asks in anticipation

Nobody answers until...

"I will !" You shouted and raised your hand

Everyone, including the coach, Johnny and Taeil gasped

"W-w-well a-are you sure?" Coach asks

You nodded while gently smiling

You walk up to the center and stood 2 feet in front of Johnny

Taeil was really worried, if you get hurt, it felt like it be his fault for putting yourself on his spot

"Ready!" Blows the whistle

"I'll take it easy on you, beautiful" he says with a flirty smile and winks

Before he finish his sentence

In a blink of an eye

You got him in a choke hold and took him down with a loud thud

Everyone was shooked, including Taeil and coach

"How did she do that!" He thought

"Uh-uh one point to Y/N" coach stutters

Before Taeil could process anything, he saw something really strange

Your eyes

They were blue earlier, but when you took down Johnny, your eye color turned RED

And he had no idea that a sweet and innocent girl like you

Be that strong to take down a 6 foot tall basket ball player

"Final round!" Blows whistle

Johnny strikes a punch

But, you dodged his punch and swiftly flipped over Johnny

Everyone's jaws dropped and eyes widened

Nobody has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling

Not even his team mates

Nobody, except Taeil, notice your eyes change back to their original color

"What is she?!" He screams internally

You looked at everyone with an innocent look

"Um, did I go too far?" You asked in a small gentle voice

Everyone jumps out of there seats and claps while cheering you

Taeil, couldn't process what just happened and just stared at you in amazement

Johnny, on the other hand, couldn't believe what just happened

He sits up looks at you in shock

A girl, a beautiful, innocent girl, just took down a 9 time basket ball champion

His teams mates helped him up

"Bro, that was INSANE!" Ten exclaims

"She must've worked a lot" Jaehyun guesses

"Yeah, but I gotta admit, that's MY kind of woman" Johnny looks at you with a smirk while wipping the sweat off him

You thanked everyone for giving you compliments, then coach blew his and told everyone sit back down

Everyone had 10 minutes left of class, so coach Lee let everyone have free time

Taeil calms himself down and drinks his bottle of water

"Taeil !" You called him

He looks up and sees you jogging up to him with a gentle smile

He was infactuated by you

They way your hair moves when you jog

Sweat dripping

Then his eyes accidentally when down your chest

The way your breast bounce lightly

To be honest, for Taeil, you breast were like the perfect size

Like they were sculpted, like the greek goddesses

He hasn't realize that you're in front of him and he's beet red

"Hey Taeil, are you alright ?" You asked worriedly

"I think I'm in love" he says faintly

"What?" You asked

He broke out of his thoughts, and looks at you and starts stuttering

"Oh uh, I mean that, I think I'm in love with your fighting techniques?" He lies

You giggled

"Thank you," you said with a smile

"How did you do that, no one has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling" he asks in astonishment

"Oh, my father taught me some of his greatest martial art skills" you said

"That's amazing, I'd like to meet him one day" he says in excitement

Then, you looked down in sadness

"Actually, my father passed away when I was 8" you said sadly

Taeil felt guilty for asking that question

"Don't be, its alright" you said gently

"Oh oka-" before he finishes his sentence

How did you know he was feeling guilty

"How did you know that I felt guilty?" He asks supiciously To be continued

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Doppio - Hair

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Gender neutral fic, you guys are lucky!

Doppio was sitting on the couch, restless and waiting for yet another call from his boss. The boy's form was hunched over as he buried his face in his hands.

He was too tired to care about anything right now, and his disheveled hair sticking out everywhere was one of them.

"Doppio...?" You called him and you sudden soft voice startled him as he perked up.

"Huh? Oh Y/N it's you..." He uttered and went back to staring mindlessly into the void.

Your expression was soft on your lover as you approached him on the couch. You would have loved to tell him to get some rest or have something to drink or eat, but you knew that he was expected to be ready to bolt out any second as soon as he received the call.

You put your hand on his shoulder and rubbed his back soothingly, an encouraging gesture telling him to stay strong. He smiled and looked at you through stray strands of pink hair covering his freckled face.

Your eyes travelled from him to the coffee table where his hair brush, comb and some hair ties were set messily.

"Doppio, why didn't you do you hair?"

"It was too frustrating, I gave up." He sheepishly said while rubbing the back of his neck.

You chuckled as you could only imagine the scene of him losing his patience after a few tries. Your cute Doppio could be quite feral sometimes, which you couldn't blame him for, the boy was so overworked.

"I'll be right back."

He followed you with his eyes with curiosity as you walked away, only to walk back a few moments later with a bottle of hair serum.

You squirted some product onto your hand and put the bottle onto the table. You then stood in front of him while warming up the serum in your palms. He looked up at you with wide, star-filled eyes.

"Y/N, you're going to do my hair?" He asked in anticipation, his voice hopeful.

"You don't mind?" He shook his head vigorously, giddy and excited. Oh, he loved when you played with his hair. "Okay, tell me if I'm hurting you."

He hummed in response and let you run your fingers through his pink locks, caressing strands after strands and applying the light oil onto his slightly matted hair.

"Ooh that smells so good!" He squealed in delight as the sugary scent filled his nose. Neat! He was going to smell so sweet for this mission.

"Right? I think it's a mix of Argan, Coconut and Shea. Your hair is gonna be so shiny and nourished~"

He gasped in happiness. If you of all people gave him hair advice, he could only listen. Your hair was so pretty and soft, he felt almost privileged to be groomed by you. With these thoughts in mind, he subconsciously started playing with a piece of your own hair, relishing in the texture before letting go.

He slumped his shoulders and relaxed when you started massaging his scalp, his eyes fluttering shut against his will. The rare languorous feeling was absolutely heavenly to him and your delicious skilled fingers playing with his sensitive scalp sent tingles coursing through his entire body.

He let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head against your chest. He could hear the rumble of your voice as you chuckled lightly.

"Don't fall asleep on me Doppio." You teased and gently tilted his head back to work on the baby hairs that covered his forehead.

"Ah- I'm sorry!" His freckled cheeks warmed up with an adorable pink tint, embarrassed by his own actions.

As his head was tilted upwards, he looked up at you with guilty and droopy eyes that you found absolutely cute.

Maybe you didn't like him putting his head on you like this, he thought to himself, feeling a bit self-conscious about your reaction. Poor boy could never be so wrong.

He was always quite shy in terms of displays of affection and he never knew how to proceed, even if you didn't seem to mind his hesitation and lack of initiations. He rathered let you be in charge for these things most of the time, scared to mess up if he tried to touch you himself.

You looked down at him while running smooth fingers through his hairline, tucking back all his hair. You had to fight the burning urge to kiss him and his cute, cute lips. He was so adorable.

You eventually let go to grab the brush and comb on the table behind you, tucking the comb inside your pants pocket like it was some kind of gun.

Handling the brush with ease, you very carefully started by brushing his hair back, detangling it as thoroughly as you could without hurting him and craddling his head every time you hit a particularly difficult knot to prevent any harsh pulling.

"You don't shed a lot, Doppio, have you been eating more properly lately?" You asked, observing the very few pieces of hair collecting into the brush.

"Ah, yes... You noticed?"

You hummed in response before continuing. "Yes. That's good. I'm happy." You softly assured and he smiled.

He felt calm and soothed down as you detangled his hair, section by section, each motion of the brush followed by a gentle sweep from your other hand. Nobody in this world handled him with as much care as you did.

Besides his previous insecurities, you craddling him protectively prompted him to lay his face back against your chest.

Detangling his entire head was the longest part of the makeover anyway, so he might as well rest a bit on his comfortable, delicate partner Y/N that smelled of such a relaxing scent.

He fidgeted with your pants buttons, belt, pockets and other ornaments that were in his current reach mindlessly as he let you do whatever you wanted with him.

When you were done and finally got rid of all the stubborn knots that were troubling him so much earlier, you put the brush aside and ran your fingers through his pink hair, relishing in the softness of it.

You tilted his head up admired his form beneath you. He looked so docile in your hands it was beyond sweet to see. His hair framing his face and cascading down his shoulders looked way longer than what you were used to.

"You're beautiful, Doppio." You breathed, completely enamored with him and his golden gaze met yours. His eyes widened and he blushed vividly at your sincere words.

"Thank you, Y/N... And...Y-you look... You look..."

He wanted to return the compliment, but he was completely stuck with the right word to choose. His eyes shifted everywhere from your face to your neck, down your chest and stomach, then your hips and further down and oh God, what to do?

What should he even call you? Stunning? Hot? Magnificent? Cute? Gorgeous? Sexy? Irresistible? 'Step on me'? You were just so perfect in his eyes, he was at loss for words.

He looked down, sweating and tensing up visibly as he struggled to dig up his brain. He wanted to tell you something that would make you feel the same butterflies he felt in his stomach when you praised him.

"Y-y-your fingers..." His voice shook. "You're so good with- ...your... I mean-..."

"Don't bother, amore, you're making me melt already." You spoke lovingly while tucking some rebellious hair behind his reddening ear.

'Oh my god', Doppio thought to himself, his blood pumping in his ears. If you kept this on, he would pretty much explode. There's only so much love one man can take!

You put your hands over his cheeks gently and guided his face so that he looked straight forward instead of down.

"Don't move."

He could only obey your gentle yet demanding voice as you grabbed the comb and started parting his hair, tracing that zig-zag line that looked so cute on him and that he seemed to like so much.

Why did it feel so good when you did it? When he does it on himself, it just feels bland and even hurt sometimes, when he was too harsh.

But when you did it, the feeling of the comb grazing his scalp felt like magic, like you managed to find all the right nerves to tingle and make him weak. Truly his life would be tasteless without you to spark even the simplest act of parting his hair.

You carefully rearranged his hair into place after parting it and tucked all of it back, leaving only one thick strand at the front to frame his face.

You turned around to grab the ties and got ready to braid his hair. He knew to braid his own hair like an expert, but everytime you did it, he was surprised to find a new type of braid each time he had to undo it at the end of the day.

You'd surprise him with fishtail braids, or french braids, dutch braids, even 4-strands braids which happened to freak someone out somehow. He wondered if you actually learned to make these hairstyles for him, or if you just were naturally this amazing with your hands.

He let himself being lulled by the light movements of your fingers working on his hair, moving downwards slowly.

"Huh, funny how the boss hasn't called yet. I'm almost done, hang in there."

Oh but he didn't want you to be done. It was so nice, why did the best things always had to last so short?

When you were finally done and tied his braid securely, you tapped gently on his shoulder and moved around just enough to put everything down on the table as he straightened himself a bit.

"Alright, all finished. Looking all fresh and handsome~" You chuckled and he smiled genuinely, patting his now soft hair and feeling his flawless braid.

"Thank you so much, Y/N! Let me do something for you in return next time!"

"Sure thing."

As he was about to lean back on the couch, you wrapped your arms protectively around his head, keeping him flush against you. He froze at the sudden unexpected contact.

"Y-Y/N...?"

"...Let's stay like this for a while. Until Diavolo calls." You uttered and squeezed him lovingly close to you.

Doppio's face burned red again and his heart skipped a beat at your bold gesture, but he still embraced you back, snaking his slender arms around your inviting waist and made himself comfortable.

"I thought... You didn't like me leaning on your chest..." Doppio mumbled, a bit ashamed to admit his own thoughts.

"Nonsense, tesoro. I love having you so close to me."

He leaned his cheek over your chest and sighed delightfully, closing his eyes and listening to the music your heart made.

"Your heart is beating fast, Y/N. Why is it beating so fast, huh? I hope it's because of me." You could hear the smile in his voice and you gasped at his attitude.

"Don't tease me, Doppio, or else..."

You glided your fingers down his back and ran your nails right along his spine where you knew he was sensitive and the boy squirmed and jerked in your hold.

"Ah-! Wait- Y/N don't do this, I'm gonna-"

You laughed at his helplessness and how adorable his reaction was. "Sorry bello, but I can't help it, you're just so cute."

He leaned back slightly, just enough to look up at you with a pout, which soon turned into a more relaxed expression and you couldn't help but lean down, drawn by his half-lidded golden gaze.

You felt him clutch at the back of your shirt in anticipation as his freckled cheeks dusted with pink and his breath hitched. You cupped his face tenderly and closed your eyes, ready to capture his lips in yours.

"TURURURURURURURUN!"

He gasped and backed away abruptly. You weren't startled, but you couldn't hide the disappointement on your face.

"Oh god oh god, where is it?!"

Doppio frantically looked around, lifting the couch pillows and looking under them, searching for the 'phone'. You grabbed the hair brush behind you and threw it at him, which he swiflty caught in his hands before staring at you in disbelief.

"How did you kno-"

"Just go, baby. We don't want to make the boss angry. Take care, alright?"

He shot up from his seat and patted his pants pockets, making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. He picked up and raised the brush to his ear as he headed to the door.

"Yes, hello? Boss? Yes, I'm on the way! I'm leaving right now!" Doppio quickly waved at you while opening the door and leaving, fast as the wind.

You sighed as the door closed and you turned around to clean up the mess, putting away the hair products and tools lying around.

Hopefully your lover would come home early tonight.

Give this man some love and vitamins, please. I refuse to lewd the pink boy, I just want to smooch his face and stain him with my lipstick. That's my kink.

Also, in the anime, Doppio has a complex braid, but in the manga, he's wearing some kind of knitted hair pin, which was a pretty popular accessory when I was a young whippersnapper lol.

It's kinda ugly tho lol 2000's fashion amiright.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #vento aureo #golden wind #doppio #doppio vinegar #x reader #reader insert #writing #doppio x reader #doppio vinegar x reader #jojo part 5 #part 5 #jojo no kimyō na bōken

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torikawa · 4 years

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Tōru Oikawa FanFiction Part #2

'Mixed Realities' a love story between [F/N] [L/N] and Tōru Oikawa.

This Fanfiction includes the following~

Happy Ending

Sexual Themes

Explicit Words

Kinks

Friends to Lovers

Strangers to Lovers

Sad scenarios in the Middle

Fluff

Comedy

[F/N] = First Name

[L/N] = Last Name

[N/O/S] = Name Of School

"Arghhh! This game is so annoyingly hard! Why do I keep dying in Electrical!" Oikawa angrily said while messing up his hair, flinging his arms around as he continued to puff his cheeks.

"Pfft, calm down-- you're probably just really bad at the Game" [F/N] replied with a satisfied 'huff'

"Yeah, Yeah"

A single night has passed ever since Oikawa appeared. [F/N] and Tōru were able to get along quite well during the hours they spent together. It's still Saturday, and it's been about 2 Hours ever since they started playing Among Us.

"Could we go outside?" Tōru asked, his eyes still glued onto his Phone as he moved his character around.

"You wanna go out? In THAT?" [F/N] asked as she pointed at his outfit. He was currently wearing his jersey, he hasn't changed out of them since he got here.

"Well, I wanna go out because I want to get clothes that I could wear other than this you know? I can't just wear my jersey all my life!"

"Fair point, I'll buy the clothes you need, so pick whatever you want when we get there okay?" [F/N] slowly stared back at Tōru, with a soft smile plastered on her face.

He didn't reply, he just stared at her with wide eyes. "You know, you're really pretty when you smile~" Oikawa cooed teasingly, causing [F/N] to throw one of her pillows at his face. Earning a small 'Ouch' as he hit the ground.

"[F/N]-Chan! So mean!!"

"Pfft..sorry, anyways let's go" [F/N] reached out, he happily accepted the help and brought himself on his feet.

Both Oikawa and [F/N] head down stairs, not without having a conversation ofcourse. Despite being different in many ways, they always seem to be able to spark up a conversation. Which is something they both appreciate. Because who would want to hang out with someone who you don't get along with? Certainly not them.

"Oh, right- here wear this mask" [F/N] slowly took out a white mask from her right pocket, adjusting her own as she gave the other to Oikawa.

"What- why-" He asked with his brows furrowed.

"Corona Virus, there's a virus spreading and I don't want you to catch it"

"A VIRUS?! GIVE ME THAT-" Tōru quickly snatched the mask and furiously placed it on. "Jeez, what a World you live in"

"Well it's no different from yours Tōru, but I guess it is different in a way"

[F/N] slowly pushed the door open, exiting her house with Oikawa right behind her. She turned around to close/lock the door.

"Wow, everything looks so- different" Oikawa said while staring at his current surroundings.

"Well yeah obviously, but Anyways- Let's head over to the nearest store!" [F/N] snapped her body forward, sprinting towards the direction of the said Store.

[F/N]-CHANNN! WAIT FOR MEEEE" Tōru yelled out as he ran after her in panic.

He eventually caught up to her, angrily tugging on her sweater with a childish pout on his face. "You didn't have to run like that you know.."

"Pfft, right, sorry sorry!" [F/N] lifted her right hand to him, wiggling her fingers a bit to tease him a little.

"Huh??" Tōru took her actions as a sign to hold her hand. So without hesitation, he reached out, intertwining his fingers with hers. Causing [F/N] to blush furiously.

"Aww~ look at you, you're so cute when you blush [F/N]-Chan!" Oikawa chuckled, gripping onto her hand tightly before turning his gaze to look forward.

[F/N] has never held a guys hand before, let alone a hand she has always dreamt of holding. It made her heart flutter, jump, do laps. It made her smile ever so softly as she stared at Oikawa's tall figure leading the way.

"I'm guessing this is the store you wanna go to?" Tōru asked, pointing at the store to his right.

She nodded slowly, this time stepping forward to lead him into the store instead.

"Woahhh, not half bad" He spoke as soon as they stepped through the double doors. His eyes widening and a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Pick anything, just aslong as you have clothes to change into..- Maybe get a sweater or two"

"Alright~"

Tōru happily walked around the store picking out the clothes he preferred. Most of the clothes he picked to wear indoors are alien related which caused her to snort.

"Hey.. He looks exactly like Oikawa! We should approach him come on!!" A girl whispered from afar, tugging her friend.

[F/N]'s eyes suddenly widened, fear rushed through her body. She didn't want anybody to take Tōru away from her, nor did she want to see him flirt with anyone considering his personality.

"Babe, are you okay?" A familiar voice called out, his hand grazing against her cheek ever so softly.

"Wh- why did you call me Bab-"

"Shh.. don't blow my cover now. As much as I love my fans, I'd hate for them to interact with me while I'm out with you." Oikawa whispered in her ear with a raspy 'n deep voice.

It sent shivers down her spine. "R-Right...Ermm...nothing Babe just a bit bothered is all!"

"Lucky... He's already taken, let's just go" The girls from earlier whispered.

"Phew~ Thank God you're the one I'm stuck with [F/N]-Chan, I honestly don't think I'd survive without you! But other than that, I've finished picking out my clothes now" He said while lifting the set of clothes that he picked out.

"I-- Alien shirts and boxers?" [F/N] slowly lifted one of the boxers and Shirts he picked out, causing Oikawa to look away embarrassed.

"S-Shut up- just don't look at them!"

"Chill Tōru, I love Aliens too"

He immediately perked up, his eyes widening and a huge goofy grin spread across his face. He's never had a Friend who was into Aliens aswell.

"How about this, we could get matching pyjamas!"

[Cue Oikawa Dramatically gasping/screeching in excitement]

[F/N] and Tōru spent the rest of the day outside shopping for whatever he needed. Getting matching clothes, Icecreams, and even went for a little walk in the park.

"Today was fun, let's go out again tomorrow!" Oikawa happily said, his hands full of paper bags filled with his new clothes including hers.

"Oh, sorry I have to go to a Volleyball Match tomorrow"

"Oh? A Volleyball Match? Between who?" He asked in a curious tone, his eyes wondering to her smaller form. Dropping all the bags on the living room couch.

"My School against Shizawa, it's one of the rival School's that we're somehow close with"

"Kinda sound alike Shiratorizawa. I hate them already"

[F/N] laughed at how he began to pout at the similar School Name.

"Are you the manager of your Team?"

"Yeah, actually I am"

"Wow~ I'm impressed [F/N]-Chan" He cooed sweetly.

"When do you ever stop flirting Tōru--"

"No~ idea"

[F/N]'s eyes suddenly widened, her body swiftly turning to his. Oikawa stared back into her eyes, a confused expression plastered on his Handsome Face.

"You can come with me t-"

"YES, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK!",

She burst out of laughter from Tōru's sudden out burst. Walking towards him she patted his shoulder before walking straight into the kitchen. Missing the way his cheeks turned pink.

"You hungry?"

"Starving"

"Hahhhh...you sure know how to cook [F/N]-Chan, that was amazing" Oikawa said in between his satisfied hums.

"Why thank you, also, wanna have an All Nighter? We can watch an Alien related Movie while at it"

"You read my mind [F/N]-Chan" Tōru quickly sat up, his matching Alien Pyjama's more noticeable. She thought it was adorable, about how he didn't mind getting matching pyjama's. It made her heart flutter.

[F/N] quickly ran up the stairs, Oikawa following afterwards. They immediately pushed the door to her room open with a 'Thump'

"I'm gonna bet you right now you'll fall asleep as soon as the Movie starts!"

"HAH, try me Shittykawa"

"NOOOO YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE IWA-CHAN [F/N], STOP!"

She bursted out of laughter, plopping herself on the bed as her back leaned against the head board. Tōru did the same, his shoulder ending up brushing against hers. They sat close, a little too close. But who were they to complain about it if they had such a great time together?

[F/N] opened her laptop and began to search for an Alien related Movie on Netflix.

"I have a feeling we'll be Best Friends [F/N]-Chan"

"Aren't we basically Best Friends already?" She said without sparing a glance at him.

He simply smiled, humming in approval. "Fair Point"

[Original Idea, Do Not Steal.]

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