#share this around to spread the love for these dorks

[lecsainz]

remind me

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: childhood friends, adorable young charles, lorenzo and arthur being such 'wonderful' brothers.

authors note: i listened charles' new song and oh my god, it's PERFECT! i absolutely loved writing this, especially because the leclerc family appears in it and i mentioned the lyrics from 'those eyes'

word count: 1.2K

Charles and Y/N had met when they were children, as their parents were good friends. They would often play together at family gatherings and quickly became close friends.

One day, as they were playing in the backyard, Charles and Y/N sat down on a swing set to catch their breath. Charles turned to Y/N with a shy smile and asked, "Mon petit chou* do you want to be my girlfriend?" Y/N giggled and nodded, and from that day on, they were inseparable. *my little cabbage

Even though they were just children, Charles' brothers Arthur and Lorenzo would tease him about his crush on Y/N. But Charles didn't care, he knew that he had found someone special in Y/N and he would do anything to make her happy.

Years had passed since their childhood and one night, they found themselves lost in a crowd, laughing and he had just returned from a formula 2 race so they having the time of their lives. Despite the exhaustion and stress from the competition, being with Y/N made everything feel right. 

Y/N looked up at Charles and gave him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. her. "I missed you," she said, leaning into him.

Charles pulled her in close, his hand resting on the small of her back. "Me too," he replied, his voice filled with emotion and wrapping his arms around her. "You always make everything better mon petit chou." he whispered, using the french endearment he often called her.

Y/N blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "You always know how to make me feel special," she said softly.

Charles leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. "It's easy when it comes to you," he whispered. 

As the night wore on, they found themselves getting lost in the music and the moment. When they finally made their way back to Charles' apartment, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined.

Y/N looked up at Charles, her eyes filled with love. "I'm so lucky to have you," she whispered.

Charles kissed her forehead. "No, I'm the lucky one," he said. "Tu es la lumière de ma vie*." he whispered, using one of his favorite romantic French phrases to express his love for her. *you are the light of my life

Over time, Charles and Y/N became even more connected, their love growing stronger with each passing day. Even in the small moments, they found joy in each other's company.

Whether they were sharing a meal, taking a walk, or simply holding hands, they knew that they had something special. And even when they were apart, they always found a way to stay close.

"I miss you," Y/N would say when they were apart.

"I miss you too, mon amour." Charles would reply. "But all I have to do is close my eyes and I can see your smile."

And in those small moments, they were reminded of why they had fallen in love in the first place. All of the small things that they did for each other were what made their love so strong.

As they lay in couch together, Charles looked at Y/N with adoration in his eyes. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said.

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she replied.

Charles grinned back at her, taking her hand in his. "I still can't believe we met when we were just kids. Do you remember when we were kids and I asked you to be my girlfriend?" Charles asked with a smile, looking at Y/N.

Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course I remember, Char. You were so shy and nervous, it was adorable."

"I was not!" Charles protested, grinning.

Y/N laughed, remembering how shy and awkward they had been around each other at first. "Yeah, we were quite the pair of dorks, weren't we?"

Charles chuckled, "Speak for yourself. I was a suave seven-year-old."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, "Right, and I was a sophisticated six-year-old."

They both laughed, reminiscing about their childhood memories. It was then that Arthur and Lorenzo, Charles' younger and older brothers, burst into the room.

"Hey guys!" Arthur exclaimed, running up to give his brother a hug.

Lorenzo smiled at Y/N. "Nice to see you again, Y/N."

Y/N returned the smile. "Nice to see you too, Lorenzo. How have you been?"

"Can't complain," he replied, taking a seat next to them. "So, what are you guys up to?"

Charles shrugged. "Just talking about old times."

Arthur perked up. "Oh, I love those stories! Do you guys remember the time when we-"

"Lunch is ready!" Pascale's voice interrupted from the kitchen.

Y/N stood up. "I'll help you set the table, Pascale."

As they walked towards the kitchen, Pascale smiled warmly. "You know, Charles was always talking about you even before you two started dating. He couldn't stop talking about this wonderful girl he had met."

Charles chuckled. "I couldn't help it. I was so smitten with her."

Y/N looked at him lovingly. "And I was smitten with you too."

Lorenzo rolled his eyes playfully. "You two are so mushy."

Arthur grinned. "Yeah, can we talk about something else now? Like how Charles almost crashed during that one race?"

Charles groaned. "Thanks for bringing that up, Arthur."

Everyone laughed, enjoying the lighthearted moment together. As the laughter died down, Y/N took a moment to soak in the love and warmth of Charles' family. She felt grateful to have been welcomed into their home with open arms. "Y/N," Lorenzo spoke up again. "Do you remember that time when Charles was trying to impress you on the go-kart track and it was your first time driving one? He was pushing you so hard that he ended up crashing into you and freaking out."

Y/N laughed at the memory. "Oh my god, yes! I remember thinking 'is Charles trying to kill me?' But then he was so apologetic and worried that I couldn't even be mad at him."

Arthur chimed in, "I remember Charles coming back to us after the accident, freaking out and asking 'is she okay? Is she hurt?' And we was like, 'she's fine, you're the one who needs a hug right now'." Y/N and Lorenzo burst out laughing.

Charles rolled his eyes, but a small smile played on his lips. "I was trying to impress you, okay? I guess I failed miserably."

"Not miserably," Y/N said, reaching for his hand. "It was cute."

They shared a sweet moment, lost in their own little world while the Leclerc family watched on with fondness. 

Charles smiled at her and squeezed her hand. "You think so?" he asked, his eyes shining with happiness.

Y/N nodded. "Definitely. It showed how much you care about me."

"I do care about you, ma belle" Charles said earnestly. "More than anything in the world."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion at his words. She knew she felt the same way about him. And in that moment, they knew that they would always be there for each other, through the good times and the bad. Because all of the small things that they did for each other were what reminded them why they had fallen in love in the first place.

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[vivvangel]

could u do when enha sees u trying to reach smtg on top of tha shelf ( short reader ) tysmmm and I love ur content

viv's note 💌: this is such a cute ask, thank u!! tried keeping it gender neutral. girlies who read dork diaries raise your hand also nikis scenario is a bit diff ig ☝🏻 ✧ warnings: very small and precise scenarios tbh. enha x short reader, teasing, use of nicknames and swearing. fluff!

tiny | enhypen reaction to their short s/o trying to reach something on top of the shelf !

LEE HEESEUNG (♡⁠)

"what are you doing, baby?" he says, a smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you not being able to reach the top shelf. "just tryna-" you pause, tiptoing to reach it, but no avail. "just trying to grab my mug, hee" you turn around, pouting — heeseung thinks you're absolutely adorable, coming towards you and patting your head, grabbing the mug with ease, you could never. "here you go," he smiles softly, why was your boyfriend such a giant? you weren't short, he's just too tall! really.

PARK JONGSEONG (♡⁠)

from the bedroom, jay heard you screaming, "JAAAAAYY" — him frantically running to your voice, "what's wrong?, oh my god" jay's eyes scan the room for a second, "love, what's wrong?" he asks softly. you looked at him, as you stood in front of the bookshelf, with your hands on your hip. cute, jay thinks, walking to you. "my majesty, how can i help you?" he says sarcastically and you point to the fourth shelf, "dork diaries, i wanna reread.. dork diaries" you say, your voice trailing off into a mere whisper by the end of it. "goodness sake, love" he eyerolled, grabbing it for you.

SIM JAEYUN (♡⁠)

baking with jake, what could ever go wrong? nothing, except the fact you couldn't reach a damn thing. "i swear in another life, ill be born as a 7 foot nba player, for fucks sake" you huff, as a result of being unable to grab the sugar, as you continue mixing the cupcake batter to achieve a more liquid state. "yeah right, you'd still be a short dork" jake chuckles, shooting you a playful glance as he grabbed the sugar from the shelf, sliding it on the counter to you. "hey, you aren't that tall yourself, mr sim" you taunt, making him grin. "taller than the you, aren't i?" — "oh, shut up yunie"

PARK SUNGHOON (♡⁠)

the front door of your shared apartment flung open, sunghoon glancing at the door before his eyes went back on the game he was playing on the tv. "you home already?" he asks, glancing at you once again as you come in with your shopping bags, putting them down on the kitchen counter. "you will not believe what happened!" you say, sunghoon noting a frustrated tone in your voice. he looks behind, "mhm, tell me about it" and looks back at the game. "i was at the store, and i was struggling to grab stuff from the shelves and the worker there thought i was a fucking child, can you believe that?" you scoff, it was completely unbelievable to you that they'd think that — not that unbelievable to your boyfriend, sunghoon, who literally always towered over you. he quietly chuckles — "stop laughing at my misery, hoon!"

KIM SEONWOO (♡⁠)

"baby, i wanna do that big boy trend" you voiced out, sitting up on the sofa. "big boy trend? isn't that dead already?" sunoo says skeptically, side eyeing you. you whine out a please, and he agrees — "but cutie, compared to you, i'm like.. actually big, you couldn't even grab the bowl—" he says, biting his lip to hide the wheeze that would come out if he didn't, "i'm not short!" — "yeah, princess, whatever you say. now come here!"

YANG JUNGWON (♡⁠)

"wonie, i have something extremely serious to talk about" you lowly say, making jungwon look at you, narrowing his eyes. "serious, huh? what's up?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "i think.. i think i'm too short for you" — what? jungwon starts laughing, how does he have the audacity to laugh! "why are you laughing, won?" you question him, crossing your arms. "baby, you're so tiny and cute, i wanna put you in my pocket. -- oh? is this about you not being able to grab my tie from that box earlier?" he chuckles, and you nod. "you're so short, but you're cute so it's fine" — "so, you think i'm short?" — "i think you're cute, y/n"

NISHIMURA RIKI (♡⁠)

having a boyfriend so tall, makes you look like a little gremlin beside him (his words, not mine!) "riki, i'm literally not that short, you're just—" you tiptoe, trying to get the childhood photo of you out of his hands, you don't even get to finish your sentence, niki cutting you off. "i'm just too tall" he mimics your tone, bursting out in laughter, ruffling your hair. "hey! i wasn't done!" you pout, but he kisses it away.

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[ughthisisntright]

The Stroke | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Written for @roosterforme 's '80s Rocktober Playlist! SO GLAD no one else chose this song!

Song: The Stroke - Billy Squier

Summary: Rooster plays an unlikely part in two friends' special day and you reap every benefit.

Word Count: 1,958

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, nudity, sexual themes, Rooster being a total dork.

Orchestral overture over your arrival in the gardens. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of peonies and roses. Indistinct chatter amongst guests finding their seats. All the fixings of a perfect day.

A perfect wedding day.

Summer’s late heat lingered and persisted. As if it were a child stubbornly hanging onto an old stuffie that had been loved too much. Mid-September brought a comforting segue to Fall. Partially colored leaves and still that warm breeze that enveloped all whom it touched.

Again, the perfect wedding day.

You walked your way up the aisle, finding a seat a little back from the front. You'd keep yourself close enough to see, but not to obstruct. Up far enough in importance, but still following tradition. Family sits in the first few rows. That’s the rule.

You looked around the garden and found peony bushes and arrangements. The simple gold arch at the makeshift altar and unity candle on a table set back just a touch. Pristine white chairs and a small stone pathway up the center of the aisle. It was everything you knew she’d have picked. Everything she'd told you she'd picked. But was it ever more beautiful than it is in person?

As the rest of the guests filed in, familiar faces made their way to your side. Mickey, Bob, Reuben, Jake. Friends you'd made along the way. Friends who'd been invited to share this occasion. You preferred to be a guest. It was better to observe. You were surrounded by people you love. Surrounded by people who loved you. And you all loved the couple you came to see.

A romantic processional played just a little louder over the speakers in the garden. Each head in the crowd turned to watch as the officiant, followed closely by Javy, came down the aisle first. Groomsmen you didn't recognize followed suit, smiles on their faces. You assumed these were family members and the assumption made you smile.

Bridesmaids soon followed, more family you were sure, and took their places at the altar opposite Javy. Lined up in perfect succession, it looked straight out of a bridal magazine. The gorgeous processional faded, confused faces exchanged. But the group of friends around you began to snicker softly, knowing what was coming.

Booming over the speakers, loud and clear: Billy Squier’s “The Stroke.” Looks of realization dawned on the guests’ faces and laughter could be heard amongst every guest. Your eyes were transfixed on the archway everyone else had arrived through. A smirk tugging at your lips, a laugh bubbled in your chest as you watched him strut through the entrance to the garden.

In all his mustachioed glory stood Bradley. Bright yellow fanny pack secured to his hips and those obnoxious Pit-Viper sunglasses on his face. Oh, he was the perfect man for this job. Sexy, bitchy, and absolute heaven to look at. He held a bottle of beer in his hand and swallowed all of it down quickly before chucking the bottle on the ground - quickly picked up by the wedding coordinator standing close by with a smile on her face. He grinned widely and slowly unzipped the fanny pack and produced pink flower petals, sprinkling them in front of him.

The song continued, Bradley easing his way down the aisle with a cocky grin and spreading those pink petals along the stone pathway for the bride to walk down. He threw some in a couple of family members' faces as a joke, being met with raucous laughter and applause.

Once he spotted you, though, in your late-summer beauty, he pulled up a handful and blew them all over your face. You laughed with mirth as he continued on until he reached the end of the aisle, reached the altar. He gave Javy a firm clap on the shoulder before turning to the rest of the guests and taking two handfuls of petals and tossing them in the air like confetti.

That song. You'd never be able to hear it the same again. As it faded out and a beautiful rendition of Canon in D began playing, a warmth became present at your left side. You turned your head to see Bradley, sans Pit-Vipers, looking at you with a shit-eating grin.

Everyone rose to their feet and turned to face the archway. Excitement bubbled in your chest as you prepared yourself to watch the bride come into view. Bradley’s hands snaked around your waist and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“I've got a surprise for you,” he groaned in your ear. The shudder you produced sated him for the moment. But you were sure it wouldn't last.

But then, there she was.

Natasha was wearing a floor length satin wedding gown. Spaghetti straps and a cowl neck with a low and revealing back. Just how you'd pictured when she described the dress to you. Before you got too lost in how she looked, you turned your head to look at Javy.

And he was a wreck.

Tears streaming down his cheeks, he held his hand over his mouth and stared at her as she walked down the aisle toward him. Her arm linked with her father’s, a gorgeous bouquet of peonies and other greens in her hand, she made her way to the altar.

-

They’re married now. Married. You couldn't believe it. Javy was always a romantic, and sure you'd always seen the sparks between them, but you couldn't believe they actually pulled it off. Natasha was gorgeous, Javy was so handsome. You only hoped yours and Bradley’s wedding would be so gorgeous someday.

And you knew it would happen.

The long glances, the closeness the two of you shared, it was all too comfortable to be casual and not going anywhere. You found yourself staring at Bradley a little too long as the reception wore on. His head turned to you and he smiled as he met your gaze.

“Having fun, honey?” He asked sweetly with rosy cheeks from all the wine.

“A blast,” you returned just as sweet. “Oh, you said you have a surprise for me?”

“Ah ah, I’ll show you when we get back to the hotel room.” His eyes crinkled in another one of those shit-eating grins and you simply rolled your eyes. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor.

Wedding classics, some old and some new, pulsed through the speakers as everyone had the time of their lives. Nat did say the wedding would be fun. And boy she was right. You were more than happy to dance the night away at their wedding. But you also knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

As time passed, your shoes came off and Bradley’s jacket was hanging off the back of his chair. Additionally, his sleeves were rolled up and some buttons had come undone on his shirt. His Pit-Vipers hung on the bridge of his nose as he went absolutely nuts with the other Daggers on the dance floor. You laughed at his silly dance moves, but when he put his arm out to tuck you against his side, you were running over to join him.

Hips rolling together, you two danced to some disco song Jake had surely requested. Bradley’s hand was firm on your waist as the two of you moved. His hips certainly didn't lie, and you were being brutally reminded of this as he moved behind you.

It was sinful, really.

And it made you want to go back to your hotel room.

Eventually, you'd lost all your energy and were sitting down at your table. You rested your head down on your arms and your eyes remained closed. You'd given your love to Nat and Javy who were outside taking pictures and would still be when you and Bradley left for the night. The music persisted, and so did Bradley. He was cutting a rug with Mickey and Bob all while you begged silently to go.

Fortunately, all that wine had finally caught up with Bradley and he was making his way back over to you. A lopsided smile on his face made him look even cuter than he was. And it made you ache.

“Ready?” He asked softly. You nodded and stood up, grabbing your shoes and his jacket before heading out. You thanked God that the two of you were staying in the same hotel as the reception venue as you didn't have to drive anywhere. You were sure you'd have fallen asleep in the car if you had to drive all the way home.

Bradley held your hand as you walked to the elevators. He was still wearing that goofy fanny pack and the Pit-Vipers were perched on his head. He looked down at you and kissed your temple before the elevator doors opened and he yanked you inside.

Before the doors were even closed, his lips were on your neck and his hands were all over you. You stood there with your shoes in one hand and his jacket in the other, unable to return the favor in any way except moaning his name into the thin air of the elevator. He chuckled against your skin and then yanked you out of the elevator as it opened up on your floor.

A flurry of kisses and touches and gasps and moans became your entire being as Bradley backed you against the door of your hotel room. He fumbled with the key card and pushed the door open, the two of you crashing inside like a couple of horny teenagers. He then quickly put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and returned his attention to you.

His hands were everywhere. And once your dress was off, they were gripping your flesh hungrily. As though he hadn't ever tasted you before. He gently laid you on the bed and smiled down at you before removing his dress shirt and undershirt. He kicked his slacks off and got on top of you. He kissed your lips, jaw, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could. His big hands palming the weight of your breasts and massaging the flesh gently. Your soft gasps overwhelmed his senses and he sat up.

“What's the matter?” You ask, breathless.

“Nothing…” He replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. He reached over and grabbed that obnoxiously yellow fanny pack he was wearing during the ceremony. He unzipped it and pulled out those familiar pink petals he'd thrown hours ago. You snickered softly and he wagged his eyebrows at you.

“They thought I needed extra,” he started. “Looks like I lucked out.” He kissed your lips softly before lifting his hands up over your bare chest.

The petals slipped from between his fingers and cascaded down to land on your skin. You bit your lip gently as they kissed your breasts and other parts of your chest. The light tickle of the delicate material of the petals had you stifling giggles as Bradley hovered over you with a smug look on his face.

“Only you, baby,” you quipped.

“You shut up,” he responded with a snicker. He dropped more petals on your chest, taking note of how your nipples stiffened to peaks from the sensation. “I can tell you love this.”

“Maybe I do,” you said with a sigh. “Or maybe I just love the view of you up there.”

“Mmm…” he hummed as he dropped another handful of the petals on you. “I gotta be the flower dude more often then, yeah?”

“You don't have enough friends for that-” you laughed. He simply bent over and kissed you hard in response to your little jab.

But, yes, he'd have to do this more often.

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[just-jordie-things]

Helluuu!! Is it fine if you do prompt numbers 30 and 71 with megumi? :>

I love how you write him so much that I can’t help but ask for a request HSDFH (I love all your works <3)

I hope this doesn’t bother you and have a wonderful dayy!! <33

30: Kiss Under A Full Moon 71: A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After a Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss ___

you often walked with megumi when it was late enough that your classmates had returned to their rooms and staff was likely asleep and had given up on making sure everyone was where they should be once curfew passed.  in the couple of weeks that you’d snuck out your window to join him in a peaceful walk around campus, you’d never been caught.  you weren’t sure if this was due to no one noticing, or no one caring.  surely if megumi wanted to, he could pull some strings with gojo and anyone would look the other way.  you don’t think this has happened, but you’ve always wondered why your walks remained private, unbothered.

not that you were complaining.  you quite liked the alone time with your favorite person.  

what had once been a spark between you had blossomed into something beautiful, something new, and warm.  you had an inkling on what it was, that feeling that overcame you when his hand brushed yours, before your fingers linked together in a routine dance.  that softening in your chest that spread slowly through your whole body when you’d stand on the tips of your toes in order to reach his lips in a sweet kiss that felt like a secret only the two of you could ever know.

megumi was the first thing you thought of when you woke up in the morning, and he was your last thought before drifting into sleep- where you’d inevitably dream of him, too.

just because you’d never experienced this feeling before didn’t mean that you were unfamiliar with it.  in some odd way, when you’d come to realize what it was, it felt so familiar to you that it was like you’d gone home.

falling in love with megumi was like living a full life and returning to the earth from which you came.

“what do you think we’re made of?” you pondered in a quiet voice as you tilted your chin up to admire the stars.  the sky was perfectly clear, giving you a beautiful view of the night sky.  

tonight was a full moon, and you’d been so excited to share it with megumi that you’d nearly tumbled out of your window when he’d come tapping on it.  you could be a bit of a dork when it came to the more simple aspects of astrology, but megumi loved it.  it made him excited for these sorts of things, too.

“atoms” megumi answers, making you look at him with a crinkled nose.

the fond smile and gleam of mischief in his eyes told you he’d known this wasn’t the answer you were looking for.  of course he knew, you never asked him a question looking for the textbook response.  you always craved something deeper, something more meaningful.  these little big picture conversations were what drew the two of you together for these walks in the first place.  you’d lose hours at a time, walking in circles and sharing what you believed to be the secrets of the universe.  

“cells, blood, skin,” megumi continues, his small smile turning into a teasing grin.  “i could keep going, if you need tutoring in biology” 

“oh i’m sure you’d be happy to tutor me in biology” you tease back.

megumi was great at dishing it out, but he could never take it.  this made flirting with him your favorite thing to do.  He would fluster, his eyes would dance everywhere but you, and he would always blush.  if his hair fell just right, sometimes you could even see the tips of his ears go red.

you giggle as he keeps his head down, his gaze focused on the sidewalk beneath him.

this time you spare him, your eyes returning to the sky to admire the moon in all of it’s full, pearlescent glory.  you walk together in comfortable silence for some time, both lost in your own thoughts, both sneaking glances between the night sky and each other, each when the other wasn’t looking, leaving only the moon to witness the equal infatuation you shared for one another.

as much as megumi had grown to adore the night just as you had, he had a much, much deeper adoration for you and your company.  you had first stumbled upon one another in surprise one night, worrying both of you that the other was going to snitch for being out past curfew.  it had surprised him when you explained that you don’t sleep well, so you’d taken up trying to learn a few constellations.  megumi had always been rather reserved, so when he found himself admitting he didn’t sleep well either, he’d surprised the both of you.  soon your occasional path-crossing happened so often that it became an unspoken routine, and that in turn became megumi sneaking all the way around the dormitories to your window to spend even more time with you, which of course brought you to where you were now.

enamored, infatuated, in love.

he’d known he was in love with you for some time now, but megumi had yet to find the right time to tell you.  it seemed something, or someone, was always getting in the way.  and, well, if he were being truthful, he was a little afraid to tell you.  sometimes he’d think he had the right moment, and all he had to do was say those words, but he’d look at you and his throat would get dry and his palms would get clammy and it felt like gravity was crushing him until he was so small you couldn’t possibly hear him if he spoke.

“what’s goin’ on in your pretty head?” 

your soft words pulled him from his thoughts and he pauses next to you when he notices you’ve stopped walking.  he realizes now that you’d been slowing to a stop for a little while now, as if both of you had agreed to drag your feet for as long as you could help it.  

the moon finds it ironically romantic.

megumi’s knuckles skim the back of your hand, timid fingertips brushing into your palm before you wrap your fingers around them, holding onto them gently, but firmly.  you’re sure in your actions, something megumi always admired because he often struggled to initiate these sorts of things.  you still made him nervous, an effect you relished in and he occasionally despised.

“nothin’,” he answers after a few beats pass.  he shuffles closer to you, making a blush accompany your small, curious smile.

he forgets that he has the ability to reduce you to a bashful mess just as well as you.

“just you” he adds, softer, as if to keep it a secret from the moon watching you closely.

your blush deepens and your eyes flicker away from his, only for a moment, just to collect yourself before you can’t help but look up at his pretty eyes again.

megumi’s eyes remind you of the night, blue, so deep they seem endless, so pretty they seem like a world wonder.  that soft feeling in your chest begins to spread through you, relaxing your muscles, warming your blood.

“me?” you intend to tease him, but your voice is soft, almost shy.

“yeah,” megumi hums, his lips curling into a smile as he watches you visibly soften before him.  his hand squeezes yours with a gentle fondness.  “you” 

your own smile barely begins to stretch into a grin before he’s leaning towards you.  your eyes are fluttering shut as soon as the tip of his nose brushes against yours, the nuzzle an affectionate action that always had butterflies fluttering in your tummy before he finally does kiss you.

megumi’s kisses are the gentlest form of love you’ve ever experienced.  they’re soft, experimental as your mouth latches to his carefully, still trying to become an expert in the practice.  his lips are always warm, always smoothed due to his diligent use of chapstick- an effort he’d made shortly after these walks of yours began, before you’d even shown an interest in kissing him.  you’re not sure how many kisses you’ve shared in the last few weeks, but somehow each one felt just as electrifying as the first.

you part as megumi’s free hand reaches for your face, his fingers dragging slowly over the warm skin of your cheek, before he cups your face in it, warming your skin even more with the palm of his hand.  you smile at him adoringly as you lean further into his touch.

he’s lost in you, in the lingering feeling of your lips buzzing on his own, the fondness in your eyes, the prettiness of your smile, megumi’s completely gone.  he’d never wondered before- but he understands now why it’s called falling in love, because the way his heart soars could only be due to a freefall.  he lands somewhere among the clouds before he breaks your silence.

“i love you” 

his words are quiet, but you know they’re true, because he would never say anything he didn’t mean, and the way he’s looking at you like you’re responsible for the moon being at it’s fullest, truest form, has you knowing from the bottom of your heart that his words are genuine.

you’re not given the chance to say anything before his lips are crashing against yours in a way that’s new and exciting and you’re melting into without worrying about giving him your response.  your arms fly around his neck, anchoring yourself to him as you meet each kiss with equal fervor and passion.  you have to gasp for air between each one if you hope to keep your lungs full of oxygen, but air seems so silly and trivial when you’re in megumi’s arms and he’s kissing you now like his life absolutely depends on it.

even the moon seems to shy away at the display as a rolling cloud glides in front of it’s light.

but it still hears your hushed response when you do finally give into your human need for air.  with your nose still pressed into his and your lips so close they’re still touching as you whisper, “i love you too” ___

xoxo ~ jordie

#fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi imagine #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguo x reader #megumi brainrot #megumi fushiguro #megumi #fushiguro #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Glamrock Bonnie x Glamrock Freddy Headcanons

SFW Headcanons

- Glamrock Bonnie and Glamrock Freddy are the kind of couple that have a sort of eerie telepathy between them. They have their own differing preferences and personalities, but they just work so well together. Both almost naturally anticipate the other’s needs and finish one another’s sentences.

- Bonnie and Freddy would love kids of their own but they’re reasonable and wouldn’t overdo it like many would joke they would. Probably three or four kids maximum. They see what happens in the plex when so many kids are in one place and attention can’t be spread equally…

- Freddy sucks at sports in general. No matter how hard he tries to practice bowling and get better for Bonnie, he is just bad at coordination. Little does he know Bonnie secretly finds this super cute and doesn’t mind reteaching him how to bowl every single time they play. He loves that Freddy enjoys the fun of the game anyway.

- The one thing the bear beats Bonnie at every time is board games. Fazopoly was banned from the Glamrock’s future game nights for causing fights among all of the band members. Freddy’s favorite board games involve useless trivia that nobody else really would care about remembering…except him!

- Other than that, the pair are pretty evenly matched and mesh well together. They have their big heated arguments like any couple but they settle them civilly. Communication is really their secret to success. They will immediately let the other know if there is an issue rather than hesitating to share.

- When Monty came around, Bonnie and Freddy practically adopted him on sight in their minds. It wasn’t often a new face joined the band. Also the fact this gator was so stubborn and hot headed sort of came off like a challenge to guide him on the right path. The couple were determined to do just that.

- They absolutely love physical displays of affection. Hugs, kisses, rubbing noses, you name it. Both love cuddling too. They will almost always be touching each other somehow, even if it’s just a hand on the other’s shoulder to let them know they’re there.

- These two are just overall adorable lovable gay dorks and are totally fine being open about it! They’re open to having others in the relationship too!

NSFW Headcanons (FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER)

- Both Bonnie and Freddy are switches. In their relationship top and bottom aren’t defined roles but rather just moods. It can make things rather unpredictable but that is part of the fun!

- Bonnie plays that bear like a damn instrument, and loves making Freddy get vocal. He knows exactly where when and how hard to get this to happen. He could honestly write songs using him if he wanted.

- Meanwhile, Freddy loves getting the rabbit to move. Ears twitching, feet thumping, tail wiggling. Bonnie isn’t as likely to make noise, but he has a lot of little reflexes his partner can take advantage of.

- Bonnie’s rough and fast, while Freddy’s sensual and slow. Together, they equalize to a normal pace…most of the time… They are willing to try anything once and like to mix things up. Often if they like it, it becomes part of a wide variety of ways they fuck.

- These two are one of the few couples in the plex that know how to keep this stuff hidden. They work with children after all. Can’t have them seeing any marks Bonnie may have made with his teeth.

- Aftercare kings??? Aftercare kings. They also swear by safe-words and consent. Again, communication is a big thing, even if their bedroom affairs are spontaneous and can get pretty crazy.

- Honestly these two would be very much down for trying to please a third party by working together. They’d also be such a coherent team said third party probably won’t know what hit them at all.

#fnaf security breach #glamrock bonnie #glamrock fronnie #fnaf #glamrock freddy #fnaf headcanons #headcanons

[thiccpettybitch]

Bitter Sweet - Ch. 1 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader

Ao3  Part 2

It was the end of your summer vacation. You watched the city pass by through the window, with the sun slowly rising above the tall urban roofs. Overpriced earbuds were nestled in each ear, and your phone rested in your lap, playing a slow trap tune whose instrumentals tugged at your heartstrings. Glancing down at your phone, it read 07:45. In fifteen minutes, you would be late once again.

You stood up before the announcer even had a chance to call out your stop; by now you were familiar enough with the route that you didn’t need to hear it. Walking over to the train doors you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window. Worn sneakers, rings on two of your fingers and a word bracelet on the same hand. Slightly ripped jeans paired with a stylish cropped sweater and your backpack nonchalantly slung over one shoulder. Plain yet fashionable, that was you.

The train took a turn slightly harder than usual, causing you to grab hold of one of the railings next to your head. As you glanced up, you saw a couple smiling at you and then at each other. The guy instinctively wrapped a protective arm around his girlfriend, who shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Feeling slightly nauseated, you quickly averted your gaze, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor.

Glancing down at your hand, you caught a glimpse of the friendship bracelet adorning your wrist, its inscription of "Best" visible. Frowning, you swiftly pulled your sleeve down to conceal it. Having mustered up enough courage, you had decided it was time to take a leap of faith and confess your feelings to your childhood best friend—no, not just your best friend, but your childhood crush. This person whom you had shared countless moments of pain, humor, and joy with, someone you had kept at arm's length out of fear of losing them while longing to express your true emotions. Each time he smiled, it brought you unparalleled happiness, as if a surge of serotonin coursed through your veins. You were in love with him—your best friend; Peter Parker.

However, the universe had different plans. On your way to his place, climbing the stairs to his front door, he swung it open with an exuberant smile spread across his face. His eyes sparkled with a joy you had never seen before. He enveloped you in a warm embrace, spinning you around as your heart raced within your chest. Placing you back on the ground, he grasped your shoulders, ready to share his own confession—only, it wasn't the one you had anticipated.

He revealed that he had finally expressed his feelings to M.J that summer, and she had reciprocated them. It was a classic teen love story, but with a twist—no broken hearts. As you stood there, frozen, tears and pain welled up inside you, caught in your throat. You summoned all your strength to hold back the overwhelming emotions, finally releasing a gasping breath. With trembling hands, you gripped his shoulders tightly and pulled him into a heartfelt hug, a blend of tears and laughter escaping from you. The two of you stood there, clinging to one another as time seemed to stand still, before he gently nudged you away, concern etched on his face.

‘’Don't. Just... just a little longer. I'm not ready to let go yet.’’ You pleaded to yourself.

He pulled back, a radiant smile illuminating his face. "Oh wow! Are those happy tears for me? You're such a dork, y/n! But you're one hell of a friend. Thank you." Sniffing, you wiped your nose and averted your gaze with a self-conscious laugh. "I love you, Peter," you confessed. His laughter filled the air as he gazed at you affectionately. "I love you too, y/n. You're the bestest friend anyone could ask for." A smile adorned your face—it was all you could manage.

The doors opened, and you stepped out briskly, your hands clutching the strap of your bag, eyes fixed on the ground.

Life goes on; that's just the way it is. Right?

Math, Literature and white washed History.

Aaaah~  Gotta love Thursdays. You sarcastically thought to yourself.

Lunch had just ended, and you found yourself sitting in your Spanish class, absentmindedly doodling on your notes. They never turned out as good as you had envisioned, but you didn’t really mind. As your teacher entered the room, greeting everyone in Spanish, you responded with a half-hearted mumble, not bothering to look up from your notes.

"Alright, estudiantes! Take a seat, pens down, and eyes up! Date prisa ahora!" Mr. Torres, your Spanish teacher, cheered, clapping his hands. He was always full of energy but could be strict when necessary.

"As some of you may have... HEY! Everyone, pay attention, por favor!" Mr. Torres interrupted himself, commanding the room's focus. "As you may have noticed, this semester our classes are mixed. Due to being understaffed, we have combined this year's and next year's students. From now on, we will all be having one big class instead of two, so make sure to remember this. I don't want to see any empty chairs in my class and then have you show up tomorrow all confused. ¿Entender?"

You glanced around the room curiously, and sure enough, there were a few new faces present. Although they blended in seamlessly, being just a year or two older than you. There was a new student with an awkward yet intriguing face, boasting big doe eyes. Another guy possessed flowing blonde hair, exuding an undeniable main character aura. A tall and slender individual appeared disinterestedly fixated on the view outside the window, while a British exchange student rocked wicked hair and emitted a genuine punk rock vibe.

Mr. Torres began swiftly reading through a list of names, and you despised how it made you feel anxious, as if you didn't do this routine daily. All you had to do was say "here." Seeking a distraction, your eyes just happened to land on the British guy. He stood tall, with attractive piercings adorning his face—one through each eyebrow, one through his nose, and one on the right side of his bottom lip.

"Hobie?" Mr. Torres called out.

"Over Here," he replied while saluting the teacher with two fingers.

You stared as he ran his teeth over his lip, seemingly entranced. The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, and as you followed its path, your gaze locked with his. He had caught you staring and winked at you, causing you to tense up. Swiftly averting your eyes, you turned your head towards another new face—this time, an awkward yet somewhat handsome guy. He sported short black hair and brown, almost golden eyes, dressed in a modern urban style.

"Miles Morales?" Mr. Torres inquired.

"Estoy aquí, profesor," the guy you were looking at enthusiastically responded.

"Muy bueno, Mr. Morales!" Mr. Torres chirped, causing a few students to giggle among themselves.

You glanced over at the guy who had captured the attention of several girls in the class. Admittedly, he was quite muscular. While not particularly tall, his physique showcased an impressive amount of muscle, flaunted by his choice of clothing. If someone put in the effort to attain such low body fat and muscular definition, more power to them. However, based on his demeanor and speech, it seemed like he could have used some of that time to read a book or, perhaps, develop a few more brain cells.

"Ben Reilly?" Mr. Torres called out, scanning the room.

"I am here, but my friends call me Scarlet Kid~," he replied, and you visibly cringed.

"Veo... However, I will not," Mr. Torres responded. Laughter erupted in the classroom, and you joined in. There was no way this guy was older than you—how had he managed to survive school this long? Come to think of it, with his physique, who would openly dare to bully him? Despite his slight cringiness, he seemed nice enough, prompting you to simply shake your head.

Finally, you turned to your left, and your gaze fell upon a tall and slender-looking guy. He rested his chin on his hand, seemingly uninterested as he stared out the window. He was probably the tallest person there. His tan complexion and chiseled features resembled that of an ancient Roman sculpture.

"Miss y/n," the teacher called.

You noticed how he predominantly wore baggy clothing and, notably, how large his shoes were. Glancing back, you realized he was staring at you with an expression that seemed somewhere between boredom and annoyance. You quickly averted your gaze, only to find everyone's eyes fixed on you. Panic washed over you as your eyes darted to the teacher, who was also looking at you expectantly, but with an amused smile on his face.

"Buenos días, señorita y/n," Mr. Torres joked.

"Yes, here, I mean... ¡buen día!" you blurted out. Once again, a few students chuckled, and you felt a pang of embarrassment inside.

"And finally, Mr. O'Hara?" Mr. Torres continued.

"Sí, estoy aquí, perdiendo el tiempo," he responded, not bothering to shift his gaze away from the window. Judging by his accent, he was undoubtedly fluent. Another student, Miles, gasped softly. He must have said something rude?

"¿Perdiendo el tiempo? ¿Crees que aprender es perder el tiempo?" Your teacher questioned, hands on his hips, wearing an offended expression.

The new guy turned his head towards Mr. Torres, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth drawn into a tight line—though upon closer inspection, that might just have been his usual expression. "When I speak the language? Yes. There is nothing for me to learn here. I am not like the rest of these kids."

"Hey! Hablo español, mi madre es puertorriqueña!" Miles objected.

The guy let out a dry laugh and shook his head. "And she doesn't whoop you upside your head when you speak with such an abhorrent accent? Mujer paciente." Miles abruptly stood up, not as if he was about to throw hands, but rather to point an accusing finger at him. "Don't insult my mother, man!" The guy turned to Miles and snarled, "I was complimenting her! You'd know that if you could speak

Spanish!" Miles let out a small "Oh..." before sitting back down, while Mr. Torres stormed over and stood between the two."¡Suficiente! Mr. O'Hara, it is very unfortunate that you feel that way. Hopefully, you don't feel the same way about detention. Two hours after class," Mr. Torres declared. The man simply sighed, choosing to continue gazing out the window with a bored expression.

The class continued at a rapid pace, and you found yourself more focused on the new faces than actually listening. As the bell rang and you began packing your backpack, Mr. Torres called you over. You watched as everyone else, except for the student with detention, left the classroom. Making your way to your teacher, he flashed you a tired smile.

"Y/n, I like you. You're a good student, and I know you can do better than this," he said, holding out a blank piece of paper. Puzzled, you glanced up at him. "There's nothing... on that paper?"

"Exactly. This was homework you were supposed to do during the summer, part of a test you missed yesterday. What gives, y/n?" You wanted to turn around and leave, but you knew nothing good would come out of that. You had managed to go the whole day without dwelling on the heartbreak you experienced, but in doing so, you neglected many of your classes and even skipped a day altogether. "I, uh... I'm sorry, Mr. Torres. I'll do better, promise."

He removed his glasses and placed them on the desk in front of him with a sigh, looking up at you. However, his attention seemed to shift behind you. His eyes darted between you and something behind you, but when you turned around, all you saw was the rowdy student with the same bored expression. "I want to believe that, y/n. Are you telling me you promise to set aside one hour a week just for Spanish?"

You nodded, and he clapped his hands in excitement, causing you to flinch. "Perfect! Ven conmigo. Come!" You followed your teacher and ended up stopping in front of the new student's desk. He looked up with the same bored expression. Mr. Torres grabbed you by the shoulders and positioned you in front of the student. "This is y/n, and you're going to stay after class for an hour to tutor her. Starting today and until the end of the term."

"What?!" both you and the student exclaimed loudly. Correcting your posture, Mr. Torres made you turn toward the student again. "Either that, or I write you up for attempting to start a fight in the middle of class. For a student aiming for an Alchemax sponsorship, that would be detrimental." Your teacher held up a hand to the student, who appeared visibly frustrated, interrupting what he was about to say. "Before you think I hate you and I'm out to get you, it's my job, Miguel. I should be writing you up, but instead, I'm offering you this. It's one hour a week, and it will benefit both of you."

You stood there awkwardly, staring at Miguel. His chest heaved slightly, and his gaze made you want to squirm away. Finally, he growled and let out a frustrated "¡De acuerdo!" 

"Excellent!’’ Mr. Torres exclaimed, ‘’ Sit down here, y/n." The teacher pulled up a chair opposite Miguel and guided you to sit down. You felt stunned and incredibly uncomfortable. Mr. Torres patted you on the shoulder and then walked off to finish grading some papers.

Now, as you sat in front of Miguel, you had a better, albeit more intimidating, look at him. He had a strong jawline, amazing cheekbones, brown eyes, tan skin, and brown slicked-back hair. He eyed you up and down as you sat there before snapping, "What?!" You flinched and shook your head. "Nothing! I'm y/n." He scoffed, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms over his chest. "I heard. What are you failing at?"

Your face scrunched up, and it was your turn to look him up and down, as if what he had just said was idiotic. "Nothing! I'm not failing at anything i just... need some help with my Spanish." As you pulled out your notebook, he quickly snatched it out of your hand and flipped through its pages. "Clearly. What are all these shitty little drawings?" You attempted to snatch the book back, but he swiftly moved it out of your reach. "They're just some doodles!" you protested. "So you're failing Spanish and art?" he scoffed.

"Miguel, comportarse," Mr. Torres warned. Miguel sighed deeply, scooted his chair forward, and glared down at you with an unamused expression. Gritting his teeth he grumbled "Hola, mi nombre es Miguel. Seré tu tutor. ¿Me puedes decir tu nombre en español?" The fake nice voice he was putting on was in stark contrast to his expression, it was almost amusing, almost. "Uhm... Hola, Miguel. Thank you for tutoring...?" You could only make out a few words, looking up at him unsure of yourself. He nodded his head, the look of endless frustration never changing. You glanced behind you, noticing that your teacher was engrossed in his work. Leaning forward, you whispered, "I... I don't know what that last part meant." Miguel leaned forward, giving you a "yeah, no shit" look before hissing, "I am tutoring you. Why are you looking back at him?"

"Mr. Torres?" you questioned. "No, Cap'n Crunch. Yes, him!" Mr. Torres looked up, and Miguel simply flashed him a very quick and very insincere smile. "Could you say it again, slower?" you asked. "Slow seems to be your forte, so I don’t think I have much of a choice."

The rest of the hour and a half wasn't much different. Miguel would say a few words or phrases, and you would sit there dumbfounded. Some words you knew, others you could make out, and the rest you guessed. When Mr. Torres announced that you could quit for the day, Miguel jumped out of his seat, causing the chair to skid back and make a horrible sound. He grabbed his backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and swiftly pushed the chair in. "Nos vemos," he called out and left.

Quickly gathering your books, you waved at your teacher and ran after him. He had managed to get quite far, and it turned out he was headed in the same direction as you. You half-ran, trying to catch up to him. "Why are you so angry?" Miguel turned around, confused, while walking backward. When he saw you, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed, turning back around. "Lessons over. Go home, pequeña lentita." "I am," you protested. He sighed again.

The rest of the walk ended up being boring. You chose not to ask anything else as Miguel genuinely seemed to not want to be bothered. When you both ended up getting on the same train, you couldn't help but feel jittery. Was this where he was getting off? No? What about now? No?! Holy crap! Did you two live close? Wait... why did you even care? He was a jerk. Looking up, you saw your stop and jumped up, dashing for the doors and making it through just in time. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched the train depart. Guess he still had a few stations to go. Why do you care? You don't! Shoving your hands in your pockets, you headed home, without any music this time. 

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Translation:

• Latosa - Meaning "bothersome" or "irritating," it's a nickname that suggests someone can be a bit of a nuisance, but with an underlying tone of affection and playfulness. • Buenos días, señorita - Good morning, young lady • ¡buen día! - good day! • Sí, estoy aquí, perdiendo el tiempo - Yeah I'm here wasting time • "¿Perdiendo el tiempo? ¿Crees que aprender es perder el tiempo - Wasting time? Do you think learning is wasting time? • Hey! Hablo español, mi madre es puertorriqueña - Hey! I speak Spanish, my mother is Puerto Rican • Mujer paciente - patient woman • ¡Suficiente! – Enough! • Comportarse – behave • Hola, mi nombre es Miguel. Seré tu tutor. ¿Me puedes decir tu nombre en español - Hello, my name is Miguel. I will be your tutor. can you tell me your name in Spanish • Nos vemos – Cya! Or just See you • pequeña lentita – little slow poke, little slow. Pretty much calling you stupid but in a slightly endearing way (There were a few other ways to say this but they could also mean the R word and I wasn’t comfortable with that so yeah)

¡De acuerdo! - Okay!/Fine!

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x y/n #miguel spiderman #atsv #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara fanfiction #slow burn #miguel o'hara smut #smut #gwen stacy #miles morales #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #y/n #spider man 2099 #spider man 2099 x reader #spider man 2099 x you #spider man across the spider verse

[turvi]

OH, CRAB!

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius and Y/n spend a night on the beach

GIF NOT MINE CREDITS TO THE OWNER

"Watch your step," Sirius said still not moving his hands from your eyes.

"That's the only thing I can't do Siri, your big hands are covering my eyes" you felt a shiver as the cold wind blew past you.

It was past 10 o clock and you and Sirius were in the comfort of your shared humble abode when you accidentally mentioned how you have never been to a beach. And Sirius took it personally to show you the beauty of the sea beach. Although for Sirius nothing compares in front of your beauty.

So He grabbed your hand and took you on a long drive to the beach that brought peace and calm in his life. He stopped the car at a distance where you couldn't see the beach but taste the saltiness in the air.

"Ok you can open them," he said removing his hand.

You open your eyes to see waves crashing on the sand. Moonlight glimmering on the water's surface. It was so beautiful you couldn't take your eyes off it. You turned to look at Sirius looking at you instead of the sea.

You blush under his gaze when you see something move in the corner of your eye. If you had continued to keep your attention on Sirius you would have found him on his knee with a ring in his hand. But you got distracted by a crab entering its shelter.

You shrieked and hid behind Sirius. He bit his lip to refrain from laughing at your antics. He closed the ring box and turned around to face you.

"Love it's scared of you too, you don't need to be scared of it," he said rubbing your arms to provide comfort.

"It will bite me Siri this is your moment to shine protect me from that sea creature"

He couldn't help but chuckle lightly. He found the best way to distract you from the crab. He got on his knee again, your eyes still on the hole where the crab had disappeared.

"Love, look at me I have a confession to make"

You finally looked at him and his heart started thumping loudly at the smile that was growing.

"I want to spend my life with you Y/n, you are not just my lover but my best friend, my heart, and a loser at Mario Kart"

You gasped at the last part hitting him on his arm lightly knowing you lost because he distracted you with his kisses.

"Yes, you big dork" tears dropped down your cheeks as he slid the ring on your finger. He got up and embraced you in his arms leaning back only to kiss you passionately. Before it got heated you pulled away from the kiss.

"Siri it's out of its hole," you started running towards the car.

"Love, it's scared of you too see" He thumped his feet on the sand, and the crab made a beeline towards its home in the sand. He spread his arms giving you a victorious smile "Now come back here love I have to kiss you"

You ran back towards him jumping on him, wrapping your legs around his hip. He instantly wrapped his arm around you.

"My savior" he chuckled at your declaration and kissed you with all the love he had.

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS APPRECIATED

#sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius being sirius #sirius x you #sirius black #modern era #modern au #sirius orion black #harry potter series #ben barnes #sirius x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black x fem!reader #ben barnes x reader

[evacado3]

Hii!! I want to request a fic(･´з`･)

dg with an always sleepy fem!reader who is always sleeping on the most random places?? Like, in the park, in bathtub, the kitchen, etc.

I was obsessed with this man, and since I always sleep on the most random places and time(i don't know why, it just happens) so, I want to know on like, how would DG treat his lover??

Tysm!! Have a nice day <3

Goddamn it's so hard to write for Dg I swear I have a problem with this guy, like I admit he's hot but I can't find myself liking him idk UGH I wanna like him so bad ;-;

Sleepy lover

Word count: 1011

"AAAH DG!" "DG PLEASE LOOK OVER HERE!" "DG WE LOVE YOU!"

The idol waved at his fans, walking out of a luxurious shopping mall. He only wore a sleeveless black shirt with ripped jeans, it was such a casual fit but somehow still manages to stand out in the large crowd. The cheering didn't stop as he got back in his car, more screams and cries came out as they begged him not to leave.

Dagyeom was used to this kind of lifestyle, he remembers when they bothered him so much he'd lock himself up in the agency, panicking at the knocks outside the door, frightened of the ones who followed him home.

He knew he was no pushover, but he was dedicated to this disguise. Also, he couldn't just punch his fans in the face, no matter how much they disrespected his privacy, Dg has learned to be used to it.

And he finally has a source of comfort now, someone that gives him the motivation to keep going every day, which is why he is almost speeding on the road, rushing back home to you.

The first thing he did after stepping into the house was to roam around, deliberately avoiding the bedroom since he knew you'd be anywhere other than there.

Dagyeom recalls the heavy slap you gifted him during your first meeting. He found you sleeping soundly on a bench in the park around his house when he was out for a jog. The man thought you were homeless, being the kind guy he is, he brought you back to his house first, thinking he could help you somehow when you woke up.

Things didn't go how he planned, a scream nearly busting his eardrums echoed through the room. He went to check on you but before he knew it, his face burned with a red handprint imprinted on his cheek.

"KIDNAPPER! HEEELPP-…"

…Yes he knocked you out, but at the volume you were screaming at, the police from a mile away would come in no time. He was guilty as hell when you woke up with a bruise on the back of your neck, your first meeting was truly hectic.

Turns out you were just sleeping??? His eyes nearly popped out hearing you 'explain' how you were merely tired and that bench looked too enticing at the moment you couldn't help it. But after a few more chats and dates, he realized it was just a weird habit you have and it was adorable to him, though he wouldn't admit it.

It took another minute for him to find you spread out on the kitchen floor, sleeping deeply, even snoring a little. He chuckled at your figure, your arms and legs stretched out like a starfish, "you dork…"

He whispered under his breath, kneeling beside you and quickly scooping you up. Carrying you every day is now a lifestyle, this man has spotted you sleeping everywhere in your shared house, it's honestly a great workout!

"These can wait," Dg placed you on the sofa, next to the goodies he bought for you, there were all sorts of candies you wanted to try out and some branded clothes that he knows would look amazing on his sweet girlfriend.

He heard your stomach growl as you shifted on the couch, did she not have dinner yet, is that why she was in the kitchen? He sprints to the fridge, grabs the flowery apron lying on the counter and whipped out his professional cast iron skillet, ready to cook.

About a few hours later, you woke up from the smell of food drilling into your nose, legitimately. You knew it was your boyfriend as he is an astounding cook, he would've been a chef if he hadn't debuted. This was wayyy better than the ramen you were going to make, you hopped off the couch and sprinted full speed to the kitchen.

Your personal cook has a full table of dishes laid out on the table for you when you came into the dining room, and his eyes immediately landed on you.

"You're finally awake, I cooked a little something for you," he quickly smiled while tearing the cute apron off himself, then pulled out the chair for you to sit down. "Thank you…" you mumbled, technically half asleep, but that doesn't stop you from shoveling the piping hot food down your throat.

As if he couldn't be helpful enough, your angel of a boyfriend placed your phone on the table with a charger too. The notifications were blowing up none stop as your dead phone finally opened, they were all news channels that talked about kpop idols and Dg was for some reason the hot topic?

It's not that your boyfriend wasn't famous, but he hasn't released anything new these days, it was quite odd for him to be randomly so popular. You tapped into the news and burst out laughing at the title.

'Kpop star dg has been working out?' with an image of your boyfriend today, outside a building in a sleeveless shirt. You soon understood the header after seeing the picture, and damn did he look good. His arms were buffer and he was shining.

Dagyeom stopped washing dishes once he heard your laughter, sneaking up behind you to look at what humored you so much.

"What the fuck?" he laughed, "do I really look buffer?" He grinned slyly and flexed his arms.

"Yes you do, and yeah what the fuck have you been working out?" you snickered, though you knew he didn't work out, his busy ass doesn't have any time for that. That man is always immersed in work, but any free time he had, he'd spend it with you without a second thought.

"No I don't, it's from carrying you around all the time," he taunted, but you smacked his head before he could laugh. "Kang Dagyeom! Are you saying I'm heavy?" you pulled his ear and scolded him like a mom, and he could only listen like a good kid <3

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My first time writing for dg, hmm... I HATE IT UGHHH ;-; but yes I love imagining him as a chef idk he just seems like a good cook??? Also I really just can't bring myself to use Diego... and I can't use james cause how the hell would she know his old identity

#lookism dg #webtoon lookism #lookism #lookism x reader #james lee #diego kang #dg lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism imagines #kang dagyeom

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𓆸 With Love ♡

Soft Moments With Various Haikyuu Men

Drabbles

Contents - Angst With Comfort

Cut Added Due To Length

GN - Reader

✎ Life has me by the throat so why not write the reader play just dance with tendou?

⪧ Tendou Satori

The infectious laughter bubbling from Tendou's lips as he stomped around in the sitting room waving his hands wildly as he belted out the lyrics to some song neither of you knew, but he was giving it his all. A smile tugged at your face as you sniffled slightly, the sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes lessening the more you watched Tendou make a fool of himself. Standing you dropped the fuzzy blanket you had sought comfort from into a heap on the sofa as Tendou slipped his hand into your own with the controller mushed between both of your palms. Before you could protest over him smearing his sweaty hand all over your clammy post cry hand he had slipped his other arm loosely around your waist as he swung the two of you around like a maniac with a wild grin on his face.

Tendou and you stumbled around in a messy recreation of a waltz as the game went forgotten aside from the occasional vibrations emanating from the controller mushed between your joined hands. Laughter bubbled through the now warm air of the sitting room as Tendou swung his body about dragging you with him in your wild embrace as he got more into the dance, a wide grin on both of your faces. It was bliss, the thing that had been bothering you for the majority of the morning to the point you had sobbed and sniffled in a heap on the sofa with a comfortable blanket wrapped around your body. Thankfully though there was one lanky dork who always knew how to make you smile and forget your worries.

⪧ Miya Osamu

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth as you spooned another mouthful of soup past your lips. Gulping down the warm veg filled broth your teary eyed gaze wandered over back to Osamu as he gulped down his own meal. Life had been wild the past few weeks the stress was getting to you, and you knew eating wasn't exactly a healthy way to deal with something as serious as stress, but sometimes a simple meal or a specific snack was all someone needed to brighten their day... And Osamu knew exactly what to do at those times. Food was his love language after all and it was also some way for him to show that despite his sometimes blunt comments he still saw your emotions as important and wanted what was best for you.

When your spoon tinked against the bottom of your bowl Osamu was quick to scoop up the dish and drop it in the sink before he sat a mug of tea on the table with just the right amount of add ins mixed into the drink for your liking. He didn't say anything about the puffiness of your eyelids or the sore cream you had spread on your nose after using an abrasive tissue for so long earlier. He did however lean down and press a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled out against your skin with a sly grin as you poked your tongue out and chirped about the tea being too hot.

"You're such a weenie." He teased which had you grinning as well as you lightly swatted at him from your seated position.

⪧ Kita Shinsuke

Kita knew what it was like to have jarring and sometimes harsh comments thrown one's way. He had been called many things, but they never bothered him all that much at the end of the day... Though when you ended up curled under a blanket on your shared bed as your eyes grew glossy the longer you stared unblinking at Kita it made his heart throb for you. With clenched hands and and aching heart he trudged down the hall and away from the bedroom the moment tears dripped from your eyes and down your cheeks. A large part of his mind screamed at him to go back and comfort you, but Kita knew you needed something more than simply him holding you as you cried over the harsh jabs your peers had spewed earlier that day.

Returning to your bedroom Kita sat down on the side of the bed as he rifled through the convince store bag searching for the thing he had bought you alongside your favourite snacks. A small noise bubbled from Kita's chest when your blanket wrapped form squished against him as you sought comfort. Turning he cupped your cheek with one hand as he used one of the wet wipes he had purchased to gently clean your tear streaked cheeks and sooth the irritated skin of your nose. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he let you drag him down flat onto the bed so the two of you could cuddle and momentarily forget the world.

⪧ Ojiro Aran

Aran normally knew exactly what to do in these types of situations, but not when it was his partner sobbing in the car at the mere thought of having to attend a banquet. Reaching a hand out Aran slipped his fingers between your own and tugged your hand towards his mouth as he pressed a kiss to your skin. As his lips lingered he tried to decipher what could have possibly caused this. What had gone wrong and how could he prevent it from happening in the future so he could keep you content... If he could even prevent whatever it is that had caused you so much distress. Letting his hand drop he kept his grasp on your hand firm as he spoke in a soft voice, one he would normally reserve for when he's confessing his love for you late at night. "Hey sweets, want to talk about what upset you?"

The air in the car grew silent and still as you sniffled one last time teary eyes skirting upwards to gaze into Aran's warm concerned orbs as you mumbled out your reply almost embarrassed. "It's dumb, but I was so worried about embarrassing you tonight I just got overwhelmed."

"It's not dumb. Everyone worries about stuff and everyone cries, you just needed to relieve some stress and worry so don't apologize over that." His response was swift and confident as both of his hands moved to cup your cheeks as he gently turned your face to the side slightly so he could press a kiss to your temple.

"Besides how can I be embarrassed with such a cutie on my arm. Everyone will be jealous." Aran teased lightly which earned a bout of laughter from you.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori #osamu miya #kita shinsuke #ojiro aran #haikyuu drabble

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💛💙❤~Octavia x GN!Reader~❤💙💛

Hope you enjoy my latest creation!

Requested by: Click the link to find out :3

TW: Swearing, panic attacks.

Y/n’s Pov

       Octavia ran over to you carrying another one of the ugly hats you had found earlier. It was black with green checkered shapes smeared throughout the fabric, and on top of the ugly piece of clothing sprouted four or so purple feathers spreading in all directions.

       “You should try this one on, Y/n!” she called in her accent, “it might complete your look!” You laughed at the owl’s joke and did as she said, looking like a complete dork as you did so.

       You and Octavia were shopping at the cheapest store in all of hell. Everything that was being sold was either ugly pieces of clothing or cheap plastic items filled with hazardous chemicals to make it look sellable. The two of you had been shopping here ever since you were kids, always enjoying the crap people would buy for themselves at such a price. You both rarely bought anything but now and then you two would find something you both loved enough to take home. Today, the green-speckled hat might just be that object.

       You looked at yourself in a nearby mirror. You were already wearing a black cape with velvet red sweats. Adding the hat to the look made you into a complete laughing stock. Octavia giggled at your new appearance.

       “We have got to buy this thing,” she said. You nodded and turned to look at her, her beauty taking your breath away as it always did.

       You liked her. Even though Octavia was your best and only friend, you had fallen head over heels for her ever since you turned fifteen. Now, nearly four years later, you debated whether or not to tell her due to your feelings never ceasing. You would’ve told her a while back, but due to the thought of her rejecting you and losing the bond you two had was enough to make you shy away. Besides, many had confessed their love for her in the past, but all were rejected since they didn’t have true feelings; they were only after the Goetia fame and fortune. You could care less about Octavia being the heir to such a name of power, you loved Octavia for Octavia and nothing more. But why would she believe you? After all, in her eyes, you’d just be another one after her name and not her heart.

       You pushed your thoughts away as she took the hat from your head with a smile.

       “I’ll pay for it this time,” she said, “after all you paid last time. It’s only fair.” You smiled back and nodded again. You walked up to the imp cashier and watched Octavia pay for the item.

       “You’re quiet today, Y/n,” she started, “you doing okay?” You looked her in the eyes hesitantly and nodded once more.

       “Yeah! Sorry, I’ve got my head in the clouds today,” you replied, “didn’t get much sleep last night.” The cashier handed the paid-for hat to Octavia in a plastic bag and wished both of you a good day. Octavia playfully rolled her eyes and chuckled as the two of you made your way out.

       “Totally understandable. Happens to me all the time.” She placed her arm around you causing your heart to skip a beat and led you out of the store. The air outside of the building was cool and refreshing with a slight breeze. The air smelled of cigars and the moon painted with a pentagram shone high above your heads spreading its reddish light down upon Pentagram City.

       “Well, I should probably head home, my mom’s probably upset with the servants for not knowing where I am,” she said, releasing her warm touch from you.

       “I had fun with you, Via,” you replied, trying your best not to sound weird. You were debating whether or not to share your true feelings with her. But just as you were about to speak she asked you something you would’ve never expected.

       “Hey, Y/n, I was wondering if tomorrow night you were free to come hang out? My friend Loona’s hosting a wicked party at her friend’s house tomorrow at 9:00 pm. There’s gonna be food, music, and games and I couldn’t help but ask you to come since I know you’ll make it ten times better than if you weren’t there. If you’re not sure you can always text me later. I-” You didn’t let her finish, the answer was clear as day.

       “Yes, I would love to come!” you blurted. Octavia didn’t seem to mind the interruption when her face lit up with a smile and her feathers ruffled with excitement.

       “Wonderful! Uh… I mean cool,” she said, regaining her normal stature. “I’ll see you then I guess. Bye, Y/n!” You waved in farewell as Octavia walked down the street in the direction of her home, the Goetia palace. You watched her walk away until you couldn’t see her form any longer and sighed.

      “Off to the shelter,” you thought. Unlike the girl of your dreams, you were poor and homeless ever since your parents died when you were eleven. No one was there to take you in, so you made a life of your own living on the streets. Recently however a homeless shelter had taken you in along with your situation. It had been the first time in ages since you had warm meals and a decent place to rest. You never bothered to tell Via about your struggles with survival. She knew about your parents but she just assumed an aunt, uncle, or even a distant cousin had taken you in. She had questioned your ragged clothes and stick-thin appearance before, but you always told her “bad paycheck” or “stomach bug.” She always believed you but after a while, the lies had begun to take a toll on you. “You shouldn’t lie to her,” was one of the many thoughts that consumed your mind as you wandered ‘home.’ “You don’t want her to find out the hard way, it’s not worth such a risk.” You agreed with yourself. Maybe it was time to stop the lying and secret-keeping.

       “Tomorrow night at the party,” you thought, “that’s when I’ll tell her how I truly feel and about my real situation back home.”

Octavia’s Pov

       Octavia was ecstatic that Y/n could come to the party. She adored them to the point of never wanting to leave their side. Parting a few moments ago was enough to leave her heart feeling empty and bring her mood down, especially as the Goetia palace came closer into view. The last thing she wanted to deal with was her mother and the fact that she had been gone nearly all day without excuse.

      “She’s bound to ask a shit ton of questions,” she thought with a sigh. When she arrived at the crystalline doors of the palace, she pulled her hood up from her jacket and tried her best to look unnoticeable. She took a deep breath. “Here we go, let’s just hope she’s not yelling at dad again.” She opened the door and was greeted by the palace’s shine and splendor. She walked through the main entrance and through a few of the corridors as quietly as possible to avoid her mother’s prying curiosity. From the sounds of it, it didn’t seem like her father was home, but that had proven to be wrong many times. Just as she turned around a bend in the hallway nearest to her room, she was met with her mother’s tall fuming form.

       “Well??!” With hands on her hips and feathers ruffled with rage, Stella stared holes into her daughter. “Where the fuck have you been off to today?! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Did you ever stop to think how worried I could’ve been?!”

       “Like fuck you’d care about me,” Octavia shot back, “all you care about is yelling at everyone twenty-four seven.” Stella ignored the disrespectful comment and continued like Via had said nothing.

       “Where have you been?! Hopefully not getting fucked by any of your impish friends like your father!”

       “Shut up! It's none of your business where I was, now leave me alone!” she shouted. Octavia shoved past her mother and bolted to her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it, beginning to feel her eyes burn with tears of hatred. She sat beside her bed and hugged herself into a defensive ball as her mother stomped away. Octavia wiped away the tears in her eyes and pulled out her phone. She opened up the lock screen to find her wallpaper set to her and Y/n drinking smoothies. She smiled at the memory.

       It had been an unnaturally hot day in hell, and the two of you had decided to go out for ice cream. When the shop reported being all out, she had invited you over to her house while her parents were away to make smoothies instead. The servants had made some for both of you and the rest was history.

       Y/n might’ve not realized it at the time, but that was Octavia’s favorite memory.

       She grabbed her headphones and began listening to music, every song reminding her of them. After a while, she fell into a deep sleep with her final thoughts being everything to do with Y/n.

      “I think… I might love them,” was her final thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Y/n’s Pov

       It was the next day and the night of the party. Octavia had texted you the directions for the house and what time she would be there. Butterflies and feelings of anxiousness clouded your thoughts ever so slightly as the time of telling her your feelings grew nearer and nearer. You tried your best not to think about it, but every time you brushed away the thought it only came back, stronger and fiercer. By the time you arrived at the gateway to the house, you were almost dizzy with anxiety. You tried to remain focused and took in a deep breath to soothe your beating heart.

       The house you were standing in front of was not just any house, but a mansion. The outside walls were made of dark oak wood and the third floor was a greenhouse; windows enclosing the roof. Vines of ivy covered the pillars that held up the overhanging portion of the roof in the front. And the garden… the garden was something else. All types of roses, lilacs, and even the flowers of hell littered the front lawn. You couldn’t help but think that Stolas, Octavia’s father who loved to garden, had been here before and played around with it.

       You overcame your awe and walked up the pathway that led to the entrance. As you walked closer, Octavia’s unmistakable form became visible to you standing by the door looking down at her phone.

       “Octavia!” you called out. You saw her lift her head at your voice and smile.

       “Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it! I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” You walked up to her, the faint sound of music reaching your ears from the inside of the house. You smiled and looked her in the eyes, nearly getting lost in her beauty (again).  

       “I’m glad I could come,” you said gently. She put her phone away, patted your right shoulder, and turned to knock on the door. About a moment after she knocked, the door opened to reveal a red-eyed hellhound holding a wine bottle. Her face smiled and her white and gray tail began to wag.

       “Octavia!” So glad you could come!” she said. She turned to look at you and eyed you up and down. “I see you brought your date with you.” Your face turned beet red while Octavia slightly blushed.

       “Oh, we’re not dating,” she quickly replied. “This is my friend, Y/n. Y/n, this is Loona.”

       “Sup, Y/n. Nice to meet you,” Loona replied with a smirk. You felt your face return to its normal color.

       “Nice to meet you too, Loona. I’ve heard great things about you.” Loon chuckled.

       “Good to know I’m still liked.” She took a sip from the wine bottle and gestured to come in. “Come on in you two. Refreshments are in the kitchen, food should be to your left if the rest of the hellhounds haven’t eaten it already, the bedrooms are upstairs, and the garden on the roof is free to use if you need fresh air. Completely understandable in this environment.” Octavia thanked Loona as you took in your surroundings.

       The house was in absolute chaos. Hell hounds were practically everywhere, laying on the couch on their phones, tearing up the couch, savagely eating the offered food leaving crumbs and messes everywhere, spilling wine and whiskey, making out in the corners, and screaming the lyrics to the already ear-splitting music. This was practically your least favorite environment ever. You couldn’t stand overstimulation like this for too long, it would begin to drive you crazy and gift you nauseating headaches. You and Octavia were practically the only non-hellhound in the whole party and it brought you a little too far out of your comfort zone.

       You shook your head to clear the fog and the anxiety that was beginning to overcome you. “I need to do this for Octavia,” you thought, “I don’t want her to be disappointed.” Octavia grasped your hand and smiled.

       “So,” she said, “what shall we do first?” The sudden attention nearly overwhelmed you and you took your hand away.

       “I-I need some time alone,” you said in a panic. You tried your best to ignore the noises and yells as you bolted away. You headed towards the only place that Loona said would be quiet: the greenhouse.

Octavia’s Pov

       Y/n’s sudden reaction shocked Octavia. Did she say something, do something wrong? She watched as they ran up the wooden stairs leading to the top floor. The pain in her heart was unmistakable and uncontrollable. She stood in the middle of the living room, frozen. She debated whether to follow them or stay put. She wasn’t sure of what to do in a situation like this. She was usually the one that acted like this, not the other way around. She assumed they were having a panic attack.

       “What do I normally feel like when I’m having a panic attack?” she thought. She sat on one of the couches near a hellhound on his phone as she tried to put herself in Y/n’s situation. She had experienced many panic attacks before, so it wasn’t difficult to imagine what they were going through.

       It was so difficult to concentrate with all the noise, nobody was calm and nobody was quiet.

      “I need somewhere calm to think, maybe I can make this right.” She thought of what Loona had said earlier. “I think I’ll go up to the greenhouse.”

Y/n’s Pov

       You entered through the glass doors of the greenhouse, heart still beating fast and head continuously dizzy.

       “I ruined it, I ruined my chance,” you mumbled between tears. You shut the door behind you and fled to a stone bench near a flowered red palm-like tree.

       The greenhouse was beautiful. Flowers were everywhere, the space was dimly lit while the moon once again shone overhead, adding a luminous glow to the area. A few butterflies flew around the bushes and trees busily attending to the flowers. You rested your head in your hands as more tears came down. You could never be with Octavia, and the time had come to accept that as a fact. It would be pointless to pursue someone as rich and powerful as she was.

       And beautiful.

       You heard the glass door open and the sight that followed. The footsteps sounded familiar to you causing you to lift your head in curiosity. You turned towards the doorway only to find a thick trunk of a tree blocking your view. The source of the footsteps rounded the corner of the tree and the two of you locked eyes.

       It was Octavia. Slouched and teary-eyed just like yourself. A butterfly flew in front of your face.

       “Octavia?”

       “Y/n?” You both stared at one another in silence for what seemed like ages until Octavia ran over to you and hugged you. She snuggled into your neck.

       “I’m sorry about earlier, if it was because of me I promise I won’t ever do it again, I just need you to tell me what I did so I can know and make things right again. Please, whatever it takes to get you back.” The sudden touch and affection shocked you, even her words were enough to keep you stiff. You somehow fought through the nerves, relaxed, and hugged Octavia back.

       “It's…uh... It's okay, Via, I promise you didn’t do anything wrong… I just get stressed in loud environments and I…” Octavia’s eyes met yours. It nearly broke her heart to see her cry like this. Maybe telling her your feelings right now wasn’t the best time…

       “No, I have to do this, I can’t just chicken out now. Not when I’m this close.”

       “Octavia…” you started, “I have to tell you something I-” you paused then took a deep breath, “I love you, Octavia. I’ve loved you for nearly five years now and… Look I promise I don’t love you for your wealth, I love you-” Octavia didn’t let you finish. She interrupted you with a kiss on the lips, causing you to become flustered and a hot mess. She ceased the kiss after a few moments and smiled.

       “That’s good because it would be awkward if I was the only one who had feelings for my best friend.” Her reaction and response filled you to the brim with happiness, all you could do in return was hug her tightly and smile. “We should get out of here,” she continued, “I should’ve never brought you here. How about we go to your house? If that’s alright with you of course.” You sighed and your smile faded.

       “Octavia, I need to be honest with you about something.” You explained to her about your homelessness and what happened after your parents died. Octavia listened with great attention and concern as you rambled on. When you finished she smiled and laughed.

       “Oh, Y/n, why didn’t you tell me this a while ago? You could've lived with me, I have plenty of rooms in the palace, and I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind.” You shrugged.

       “I thought you would be mad at me or something for not telling you,” you responded.

       “Well, I am a little frustrated but I can see where you're coming from. Tell you what, you can come over to my house tonight and hang out with me. Both of my parents are gone and we can watch movies together if you’d like.” You nodded and smiled.

       “That sounds lovely.” You kissed her again and the two of you left for the palace, Octavia’s hand in yours.~

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Word Count: 3,199

Hope that wasn't too wordy and complicated. I wrote this over the course of about a week and it ended up getting long :|

Cya next time!

#helluva boss #octavia x reader #xreader #stolas #stella #x gender neutral reader #lengthy write #octavia

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Centerfold aka How Adrien Got His Nickname

Paper magazines were a rare breed these days, so when Alya walked into class to find Marinette sitting there, flipping through one, she couldn’t help but be curious.

“Whatcha got there, M?”

“Latest issue of La Belle,” Marinette replied, holding out the magazine.

Alya took it, flipping through pages of fashion spreads as Marinette explained, “It’s a fashion magazine specifically for teen and children’s lines.”

“I can see that,” Alya murmured, her attention focused on the seemingly endless collection  of high-fashion photos. She might not have Marinette’s eye for this stuff, but it was still fun to look at all of the different outfits. Then she reached the center of the magazine and all thoughts of fashion fled.

A slow, devious smile spread across Alya’s face as she turned her attention towards the blond sitting in front of them, happily talking with Nino, oblivious to the danger at his back.

“Hey, Adrien,” Alya said, her tone deceptively casual.

Both Adrien and Nino turned to look at her. Adrien with innocent curiosity, Nino with narrow-eyed apprehension.

“What’s up?” Adrien asked, smiling at her without even a hint of fear.

Alya smiled back and held up the magazine, turning it around to display the latest Garbiel ad, featuring Adrien in all of his modeling glory.

“Looks like you’re this issue’s centerfold.”

Instead of flushing or showing any other tell-tale signs of embarrassment, Adrien simply frowned, his expression puzzled as he said, “Yeah, of course I am? Marketing always tries to make me the centerfold. Best way to get eyes on the goods.”

There was a moment’s pause as the group processed this. Then Nino groaned, slapping a hand against his face while Marinette turned bright crimson, robbed of her ability to speak. 

Alya, on the other hand, looks like Christmas had come early.

“Reeeealy?” she said, drawing the word out, her eyes gleaming.

Adrien nodded. “Oh yeah! I’ve probably been the centerfold for La Belle a dozen times by now! Every time we can pull it off, there’s a clear bump in sales! It’s actually pretty neat! Father likes to keep copies of all of Gabriel’s ads, so I can probably dig them up if you wanted to see them? I’m not sure how well the older ones will hold up, but I think I’ve gotten pretty good at-”

“Adrien, stop talking,” Nino commanded, giving his best friend his now standard how-are-you-this-sheltered look. A look that Adrien immediately recognized. As soon as he did, all of his cheer vanished, replaced by apprehension. He glanced between Alya, Marinette, and Nino, finally registering the expressions on their faces. Marinette’s embarrassment, Nino’s resignation, and Alya’s suddenly terrifying delight.

“Oh no, what did I miss this time?” he asked, shoulder’s slumping.

Nino sighed and leaned over, whispering a quick explanation into Adrien’s ear. Then he pulled back and watched in amusement as Adrien’s face slowly turned an impressive shade of scarlet.

After taking a moment to compose himself, Adrien glanced back up at Alya, giving her his best kitten eyes as he pleaded, “Soooo, can we forget this conversation?”

Alya laughed, reaching out to pat him on his head as she said, “Not a chance, Centerfold. Not a chance.”

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I have Alya use this nickname for Adrien all the time, but I've never shared where it comes from. I'm hoping to work this into a bigger story one day, but for now, here you go. He is, initially, mortified by the nickname, but that quickly gets replaced by exhilaration when he registers that he's just experienced a Standard Teen Bonding Activity. The fact that Alya has a nickname for him and almost no one else is soon a badge of pride for our cat-loving dork. His only request is that she never, ever use it in front of his father or Nathalie, which she immediately agrees to. She wouldn't have done that anyway.

#adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #nino is a good friend #alya is a good friend #my writing #ml leak free #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen chang

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ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 12

Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad) v. Big-Chungus Funny Icarus (@swageus-harmonia)

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

Icarus:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. technically his name is Icarus but his name in critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv is Big-Chungus Funny so do whatever you want with that information (he/they pronouns also)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Mr Chungus is a whole ass Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. His class is whatever I damn well feel like playing with, but for an actual conk creet answer he mains gunbreaker reaper and black mage

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. im on zalera crystal data centre :)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Icarus is just Some Guy really, homeboy just woke up in fuckin uldah one day and lemme tell ya it went downhill from there lmao. He is also cursed with Not Remembering Anything(which is my excuse for not knowing some shit abt the story because my dumb ass skipped cutscenes OMEGALUL), dude got REALLY fucked up in shadowbringers with the whole light poisoning thing and just. lost memories of shit pre-shb. Also his dork ass horns and wings were bc of the whole shb thing dont worry abt it. Anyways now he just fuckin sits his bitch ass around his stank aah island smoking weed that makes you evil idk

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. uhhh uhhh fuckin uuh #BIGCHUNGUSSWEEP

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. man my wol was just a shitpost character and i got too attached i had to pull all this info out my ass :/

#💎 shout #💎 round one

[brandwhorestarscream]

Idea for Amnesiac!Shockwave: he was a warframe who didn’t want to serve his designated function and instead wanted to become a scientist, so he used his size-changing powers to appear as an altmode that was deemed “appropriate” to have such a job and ended up interning at the Autobot Ministry of Science. However, upon finding out the Ministry of Science’s more unethical projects, he was horrified and attempted to share the horrors of what they had done to the rest of Cybertron, only for both his plans and true altmode to found out by the Autobot High Command, who subjected him to empurata as punishment for his “treason”, spreading of “malicious slander”, and refusing to serve his function, alongside shadowplay so that he would be incapable of telling anybot what he had discovered.

Amnesiac!Shockwave is a huge dork, very emotional and socially awkward but very earnest and passionate about both equality between frametypes and his line of work (Basically, you know Milo Thatch from Atlantis: The Lost Empire? That’s him full stop.), at least assuming that the shadowplay isn’t in effect here. If it is, however, he still displays that persona but as a form of masking to try his best to retain a sense of normalcy and hide the fact that something is “wrong” with him. (To potentially make it even more angsty, given how Animated!Shockwave has been shown to be kind of sassy with a dark sense of humor, perhaps the shadowplay was botched and left him incapable of feeling positive emotions/genuine happiness that isn’t derived from another’s misfortune or just unable to feel love and empathy.)

He also ends up forging a close bond with Bumblebee and acts as an older brother to him, similar to his dynamic with him in his Longarm disguise except 100% genuine. Whether Bee feels the same or is deeply uncomfortable by it depends on what point in the series he loses his memories and whether or not Bee knows the truth about Longarm yet.

(Oh, and he’s still devoted to Megatron, just in more of a ‘squealing fanboy’ sense. The dude’s super upset he can’t find his copy of Towards Peace anywhere because if he did he would be BEGGING on his servos and knees for Megs to sign it.)

We have almost exactly the same ideas about amnesiac Shockwave XD I originally didn't include him cuz he's not part of the earth cast, but I can delve into it real quick

Amnesiac Shockwave in TFA is reverted back to a young, idealistic, and incredibly passionate mech. Shockwave is the most curious person you've ever met, always humming and hawing and investigating anything he can get his hands on. He's overflowing with energy 24/7, a whirlwind of emotions, constantly bouncing from one topic to another at the drop of a hat. He always has like a minimum of three projects going on at once, and the fastest way to get his attention is to offer a kernel of knowledge he doesn't yet have access to

He's so eager and overly friendly he's honestly A Lot to deal with. He talks a mile a minute (not super speed enhanced speech like Blurr, but rather a sort of autistic/ADHD rambling infodump) and will follow around anyone that will listen. As a born war frame and stuck on the southern half of the planet he didn't naturally have access to higher education or even of-quality information a lot of the time, so when he was young he may or may not have spent time teaching himself how to hack and manuever around firewalls on the internet just so he could read and learn.

Big agree on him using his ability to shapeshift to infiltrate the north and go to school--he wanted nothing more than to learn. Science is his greatest love and he always pushes for more, more, more!

But, enough backstory. With him stranded on earth with no memories, he's just an overly-excited neurodivergent science student that is over the moon to be on an organic planet. Think of all the things to study! Carbon based life forms, evolution on micro and macro levels, a functioning water cycle, weather patterns, polar vertices, planetary rotations, everything you could imagine! He's never been so excited! Starry eyed and full of joy, it's tangible even tho he doesn't have a face anymore

Since TFA Shockwave is considerably more expressive and sassy than, say, his Aligned iteration, I hc him to either have not been shadowplayed, or having a very minor case. So his mental state is still pretty stable, but the changes to his body... they definitely come as a shock. The usefulness of his hands has been severely cut down, only 3 barely-dexterous claws instead of fully articulated fingers and a thumb is a huge blow. Not to mention his face--he doesn't even look like a person anymore, and it's the cause of much despair. Yeah, he can shapeshift, but it's not the same. This could also open the door to the earth team being introduced to what empurata is, another horror of the autobots' past that has been erased for the sake of making them look good. State-funded mutilation of citizens isn't exactly a good look, after all

#amnesiac Starscream au #but now with the other cons #should i start taggjng this as just. amnesiac decepticons? #shockwave #amnesiac cons au

[yeonban]

Send me ✔ and I’ll bold what my muse would do with/for yours.

@antinomos asked: ✔ Fyodor & Nikolai !!

Acquaintance:

hold the door for them | help them carry something | let them borrow something | let them use their phone | smile at them when passing in the streets | shake hands with them | flirt with them in a bar | share a taxi with them | give them a ride home | lend them money (I mean. just say a bank name and its money is yours) | sit next to them on public transportation | offer them some food (do NOT eat) | help them find something they lost (depending on what it is, it might be lost forever if Fedya doesn't point out that Kolya has found it when he realizes it)

Friendship:

let them stay the night | listen to them complain talk at 4 am | help them get over a break up | go out shopping with them | pet sit for them | help them move houses | help them find a lost pet | go on vacation with them | stay up all night with them | help them hide a dead body | provide an alibi for them | take their side in a break up | talk about their future plans | be maid of honour/best man/etc. at their wedding | share food with them (...50/50 if it's safe to eat or not. Kolya would eat poisoned food just for the bit if it'll make Fedya try it too)

Lover:

let them stay after sex | gentle sex | rough sex | experiment | handcuffs | bdsm | whips (Fedya can whip him if he wants, but Kolya doesn't really care about the other way around) | orgasm denial | aftercare (maybe! or maybe not! gacha moment of the day) | cuddles after sex | tea/coffee/etc. after sex (do NOT drink) | gentle kisses | rough kisses | passionate kisses | sloppy kisses | lazy kisses | hang out without sex | hide their relationship | cheat on them | cheat on someone else with them | dirty talk | loving talk | gentle touches | rough touches | nervous/shy touches | say “I love you”

Married/dating:

take them on expensive dates | pay for dates (everything is free if you can run fast enough. and Kolya can always make sure of that by teleporting them somewhere else instantly) | make them pay for dates | go to the movies | put out on the first date | get an arranged marriage | stay at home most nights | cuddle in front of the tv | propose first | drop hints until they propose | give a big/expensive/elaborate proposal (Fedya I'm so sorry but you'll have to deal with this every time you go to a place that has discounts for married couples. Kolya finds it way too funny not to do this every single time. he doesn't even NEED the discount but it doesn't matter, you're now married for the 327847324th time) | have a quiet proposal | say yes to a proposal from them | have a big wedding | have a small wedding | elope | get married in Vegas | go on an expensive honeymoon | go on a cheap honeymoon | have kids | get a pet | move in together | laugh during kisses | laugh during sex | tickle fights | fight over who’s cuter | make them sleep on the couch after fights | make up sex | angry sex | no sex | let their parents stay over | let their family visit often | tell them “I love you” every day

Sibling/platonic:

fight | hug | laugh at them when they get hurt | help them hide a dead body | provide an alibi for them | tell them they’re annoying at least once a day | share food with them | help them move houses | walk them down the isle | try to sell them online | set up an online dating account for them | set them up on blind dates | try to set them up with your friends | listen to their problems | help them cook | cook them food | make them watch shows they don’t like with them | tell them they’re an idiot/loser/dork/nerd affectionately

Enemy:

fight them | take petty revenge | kill them | try to smother them in their sleep | hire an assassin | work harder to beat them at something | follow their social media just to get mad about it | make passive aggressive remarks towards them | spread rumours about them | laugh at them when they get hurt | take (fake) pleasure from them being upset | ruin their life

#muse: nikolai gogol. #antinomos #This was SUCH a rollercoaster LMAOOODUAISDSHDHADJSKJD #Fedya always gets special treatment from him <3 whether that's for the better or the worse is another matter entirely though!

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 13

Content info: slice of life, bang chan x fem!reader, established relationship, just two dorks dancing in the kitchen

Word count: 461

Warnings: just a comforting read

It’s after 9pm, but it was a long day and you want food, so you’re in the kitchen, making pasta. Music is coming from your Bluetooth speaker, a playlist of various covers done by Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox, and you’re gently bopping up and down to it while you’re stir-frying the veggies. A new track, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”, comes on, and you turn up the volume quite a bit, making the melody reverberate through the tiny kitchen space. In your best imitation of Charleston steps, you dance through the small room, integrating the stirring into a little choreography you’re creating for yourself. A smile spreads across your face as you’re enjoying yourself, making a silly little dance while preparing a meal for yourself and the love of your life after a long day of work.

The door swings open and your boyfriend Chan enters, curiously peering into the room to see what you’re doing. A fond little smile immediately appears on his lips. You stop as you notice him, but he shakes his head. “May I?” he asks, extending his hand to you, asking you to dance. In his black uniform of sweatpants and hoodie he doesn’t look much like a gentleman à la Bridgerton, but he is the only one whom you want to dance with, anyway.

You take his hand, and he pulls you in close, likely much closer than would have been proper among Charleston dancers in the 1920s, but you don’t mind, of course you don’t. His hand on your waist, his other hand grabbing yours, he starts twirling the both of you around the kitchen in time with the music, and you can’t help but laugh at the silliness – dancing around your flat with your boyfriend at night while cooking seems too cheesy to be true. But here you are, and it feels perfect.

The song changes to a version of “Levitating”, and both of you know the lyrics, so you start singing along while you waltz across the small expand of kitchen floor. You are both laughing and dancing and singing, gasping for air in between, sharing quick glances between pirouettes until your gaze falls to the stovetop and -

“The pasta!” You immediately drop Chan’s hand to save it from boiling over, grab the pot and pull it away, just in time.

Chan grins at you. “Not just a great dancer, but also amazing reflexes.” He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “I love you, you know?”

“I know. I love you, too, Channie.” You turn to give him a quick peck on the lips while you turn down the music. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”

He smiles and nods. “I’ll go set the table.”

~Day 14~

#24 days of chrismas #author hare #tortoise thinks this is soooo cute whaaaaaa #bang chan fanfic #bang chan drabble #bangchan soft hours #bang chan x reader #bang chan x yn #fluffy bang chan #dancing with bang chan #bang chan ficlet

[cherry-holland]

drew coming home to you after a long day of filming (you’re staying with him on location) and he’s sleepy and needy and just a soft dork so in love with you 💕

Hmm I wonder who sent this?? 😏 also, this took a bit of a different turn, but still the same request nonetheless 😌

“Baaaaabe, I’m home,” you hear your boyfriend’s cherry voice fill the apartment, causing you to shuffle out from your blanket fort in your shared bedroom.

You had agreed to stay with Drew for the summer while he finishes filming the rest of Outer Banks after a late-night FaceTime call filled with “I-miss-you’s”. You weren’t too far from Charleston, and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to stay in the historic city and shop and eat around while he was on set. However, even a shopping spree at your favorite store on King Street wasn’t enough, because during the long hours, your heart would ache for Drew. You would pass by a smoothie shop and see a cute couple sharing a smoothie, and be reminded of the time you two went to Urth Cafe and split a green smoothie. Or the time you were grocery shopping and saw another disgustingly cute couple picking out frozen pizzas for a date night, being reminded of the all-day Stranger Things binge you had with Drew when season three came out. You were so happy Drew was doing what he loved, but you had to admit - not having him around a lot of the time, even when you would see him everyday, made you miss being with him.

You threw one of the blankets from your fort, a pale lavender colored one, over your sweats-clad body as you made your way into the living room, being greeted with the sight of your blue-eyed boy taking off his shoes. “Hey, babe,” you smiled.

He looked up at you, the same elated grin that you graced spreading over his face, his dimples creating almost a permanent indent on his cheeks. “Hi, angel.”

You ran over to him and tackled him with a bear hug, a slight “oof” coming from him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, you have no idea,” Drew muttered into your hair, giving a light kiss to the top of your head as he inhaled your scent, an intoxicating mix of sweet, perfume-y musk and rose.

“Was filming hard today?” You asked, breaking away a bit to stare into his ocean blues, noticing the faint dark circles that encompassed his eyes.

“Just a bit exhausting mentally,” Drew explained. “Had to do some hard scenes that are just so fucking draining.”

“Oh baby,” you whispered, ghosting your fingers over the nape of his neck. “I’m so sorry it was a difficult day.”

Drew leaned into your barely-there touch, quietly humming. “‘S okay, just need my angel right now.”

“I’m here, baby,” you spoke softly. “I’ll order in some dinner, and you just get into bed, okay?”

Drew nodded in response, and you tore away from him with a peck to his lips. You went to grab the Chinese food menu that he had pinned to his fridge, taking your phone from your pocket and dialing the number. While you ordered your favorites, Drew trudged his way to your shared bed, face planting himself into the soft mountain of blankets you had strewn across the bed, getting himself comfortable.

You made your way into the bedroom after you ordered, starting to explain to Drew that they ran out of your favorite dumplings, when you saw his tall frame being nearly swallowed whole by the blankets you left. You heard light snoring as you walked further into the room, and a loving grin crept onto your face. You always loved watching Drew sleep, watching as his pouty lips stay slightly ajar, seeing his light brown eyelashes brush his freckled cheeks… Drew had always been attractive to you, but there was something about him sleeping that made him look so peaceful and lovely to you, that made your heart flutter with adoration.

You quietly walked over to the bed, removing the blanket you still had draped over you as you curled up into Drew’s side, feeling him shift in his sleep to wrap his arm around you to pull you closer. You nuzzled into his side, inhaling the scent of his pine and musk-scented cologne as you felt your eyes droop slowly. “Love you,” Drew muttered, tightening his grip on you.

“Love you too, Sleepy,” you joked, drifting off into a peaceful nap, takeout long forgotten as you settled into your comfort, with your comfort.

taking requests here 💕

#my writing #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #Drew starkey fic #drew starkey blurb