#Yep that's my real name but not my full name

[shinmiyovvi]

As promised, I made myself some OTP and Self ship playlist for me to listen to but I also wanted to share them with you guys as well, maybe you can give me some songs to add to the playlist 💖

#just self ship things #self ship #Spotify #got so bored that I made this out of the blue #It's so random that it contains angst and fluff there #And also how it's mixed with OPM JPOP and many more #Oh my god I forgot that I'm using mg fb account #Yep that's my real name but not my full name

[bugboysgf]

Take A Hint

Summary: Min ho teases you because you can't take a hint

AN: I honestly didn't  really expect for people to like the last Min ho one but you guys did see here's another.

“Wake up” Kitty shakes you awake.

“Leave me alone.” you pull the covers up to hide your face.

“We have to go to the boys are making breakfast.”

“It's saturday.” you muffled under the covers.

“So what.” Kitty tries to think of an idea to make you go, then one pops into her head.

“You know…. Min ho is going to be there.” “I know.” you said like it was obvious. But you couldn't lie your heart did skip a beat when you heard Min ho’s name.

“And it's morning…. That means he definitely has a raspy morning voice.” Kitty teased. You pulled the cover off and looked at the Kitty.

“I like the way you think. I'm up.”

10 minutes later you found yourself walking to the boys dorms with Kitty.

“So what's going on between you two?” Kitty asked.

“Between who?” you tried to act clueless and hide a smile.

“You and Min ho, you've been spending a lot of time together”

“No we haven’t”

“Yes you guys have. Everytime i text you, you're always with Min ho.”

“I like him,” you confess, “but it's not going to work.” “You never know. It's obvious something is there.”

“That's the thing Kitty, there's something there because I feel something but because he does.”

“He does, you just dont see if because you are too busy getting flustered every time he looks at you.” “Not true” you defend yourself. Deep down you knew it was true. You tried to hide your feelings but as soon as he even looked your way, you became shy even, he started to notice.

“Just keep your cool.” Kitty said, knocking on the door. A few seconds later Q answered it.

“Breakfast isn't ready yet, Min ho is still cooking.” Q said as you and Kitty walked in.

“If you would’ve helped, maybe it would be ready by now.” Min Ho said. Kitty was right; he had the morning voice. The first thing you noticed when you looked at him was he had a shirt on with no sleeves and his biceps were on full display.

“Hi Min ho.” you smiled trying not to look at his arms.

“Hi, Good morning.” he smiled back. Q and kitty watch the interactions and look at each other. Kitty thought of another idea.

“Min ho. y/n is a good listener you can have her help.” Kitty said with a smirk. You look at Kitty with wide eyes.

“Good idea, come on.” you mouth to kitty “i'm going to kill you” before walking over to Min ho.

The whole time you were getting distracted when he would tell you what to do or help you your eyes would go straight to his veiny hands.

Meanwhile Q and Kitty were watching the whole interaction going on.

“What do you think about them?” Kitty asked Q trying to get his opinion.

“Not sure what one thing I do know is that she has a thing for him and his arms.

“What she does not.” Kitty defended you.

“Sure does.” Kitty looked at you for a minute trying to see if Q was right. She counted how many times you look at his arms in a minute.

“Oh my god she does.” Kitty looked at Q in shock. “We should do something to get Min ho to notice, because when he does he will tease her about it.” “Then he will figure out that she likes him. We are such a great team.” Q smiles. Q pretends to check his phone. “Shit.”

“What?” Min ho asked?

“I can't go to the gym, I forgot I have to tutor somebody.” Q lied.

“You don't even tutor people.” Min ho said, confused.

“I know but it's my friend and he really needs help.” Q looks at Kitty trying to get her to catch on. She gives an Oh look then speaks.

“Hey! y/n can go with you, she always wanted to go to the gym.”

“What i never-”

“For real?” Min ho looks at you smiling. You couldn't say no to him.

“Yep always have!” you put on a fake smile.

“Great, we can go after breakfast.”

An hour later you found yourself at a gym. You never work out in your life. Minho has changed shirt and now he is wearing a really tight shirt. You don't think you can handle this, but you have to he's your friends you can't think of him in that way.

You watch him as he grabs weights. You follow him as he walks over to his spot.

“God, it's hot in here,” he says.

“Maybe you take the shirt off.” you mumble a little loud then as expected.

“Huh?” he turns his head quickly to look at you.

“What?” you act clueless.

“You just told me to take off my shirt” he raised his eyebrows

“No, I said shoes.” you played it off. You watch as he grabs the hems on his shirt.

“What- what are you doing?” you look around to see if anybody is watching, but it's only two other people in there and  they are clearly not paying attention.

“I just said it was hot.” he shrugged and took the shirt off.

“God damn.” you whisper. You couldn't take your eyes off him.

“Eyes are up here.” you look at him, and play it off.

“I was looking at the floor.”

“Didn't know my body was on the floor.” He gets closer to you, you look at the ground trying to forget what just happened but you can't. Your mind is racing.  “Come on, look at me.” he teases. You don't look at him, you can't bring yourself too. He puts his fingers on your chin and makes you look at him.

You had no choice now, you couldn't break. You just couldn’t

“You think i don’t notice.” he says in a low voice.

“W- what are you talking about?”

“The way you look at me, you can't take your eyes off of me, especially my arms.”

“I don't do that.”

“Don't play princess.” you don’t say another word, he looks at you for a couple of seconds then goes back to working out. Like nothing just happened.

2 hours of him teasing you in the gym.

You are now back at his dorm, two of you are alone. He joins you on the couch and grabs the remote.

“Should we watch?”

“Can we watch spiderman?” “We always watch, we should watch something else.” he looks at you then puts his hand on your thigh. You stiffened up.

“What's wrong princess.”

“Nothing.” you tried to shake off the butterflies in your stomach. “Can we just watch the movie?”

“Fine whatever you say” The next few days were filled with you trying to avoid Min ho because every time you saw him, he either said something to tease you or did something.

“Ugh science is next.” kitty said, walking with you through the hallway.

“I know” you groaned. Suddenly Kitty stopped walking and her eyes went wide.

“Umm… we should go this way.” she said, quickly turning you around.

“What? Why?” you asked confused. You could only go to science one way.

“Um no reason.” she was clearly lying. You turned around to see what she was seeing and your eyes went straight to Min ho, he was smiling with a girl.

“Oh”

“I'm sorry y/n.” you didn't say anything else, you just looked at them. You had no choice; you had to walk past him to get to science.

“Let's just go, it's fine.” you walk past him and don't say anything but you can feel him look at you.

“y/n!” He speed walks behind you but you don't say anything. You keep walking. He walks faster to catch up to you. When he does, he puts his arm around your shoulder.

“What.”

“Chill, just wanted to see if you want to get ice cream after class together.”

“No thanks.” you brush off his offer. He looks at you in shock and you never say no.

“What about tomorrow?”

“How about never.”

—

You don’t speak to Minho for the rest of the week. At first he thought maybe you just had a bad day but he noticed that you stopped replying to text too.

“y/n!” you heard a voice as somebody knocked on the door. You close your laptop and get up to open the door. You open the door and see Min ho standing there.

“Yea no.” you roll your eyes and close the door but he grabs the door before you can shut the door all the way.”

“Can we talk?” he says walking into the dorm. You don't say anything, you just look at him crossing your arms. “Please”

He knew you couldn't say no to him if he said please “fine sit.” He sits on the couch next to you. He's got really close to you so you move away to the end of the couch.

“I don't get what's wrong with you.” he says.

“Nothing is wrong.” you hated opening up about your feelings, you didn't want to seem weak.

“Okay well it doesn't seem like anything, i asked kitty and she wouldn't tell me.”

“Why were you talking to madison?”

“Madison?” he asked, confused , he thought about the last time he talked to madison, then it clicked.

“Are you jealous because I was talking to madison.”

“No,” you said a little too quickly. You avoided eye contact with him.

“Oh my god you are.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“Ok well can you blame, you were teasing me and stuff and then you were smiling with her and her hand was on your arm.” you explained.

“I was teasing you because I was tired of you not taking a hint.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you were busy day dreaming I heard kitty and Q talking, they were trying to set us up because you like me and apparently you have a thing for my arms.”

“I do not.”

“You do, I was watching you in the gym.” “Okay so, i can't control my eyes.” you tried to make up an excuse.

“So you dont like me.”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head.

“So if I said I had feelings for you, what would you say?”

“It depends if you are telling me you have feelings for me.” you didn't want to say yes straight away because what if he was saying it just to say it. “See this what i mean.” he said getting a little annoyed

“Huh?”

“You can't take a hint, I just basically said I liked you and it flew right past your head.”

“Oh…ohhh” you stay silent for a second trying to process this. “Then… I like you too.” you smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” you didn't respond, you just pulled his shirt and kissed him.

“Yesss.” you heard a voice say. You turn around to see Kitty and Q looking at you guys from in the doorway. You saw Q roll his eyes and hand Kitty $20.

“You betted on us.” you asked shocked

“It was about time it happened.” Kitty shrugged.

#min ho x reader #min ho x kitty #netflix #Netflix x reader #xo kitty #xo kitty x reader #sang heon lee x reader #sang heon lee #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys ive loved before movie #x reader #y/n #min ho x y/n #kitty song covey

[quackarl]

MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS

A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀

DREAM:

If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.

Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!��� and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.

Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…

You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”

He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.

Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.

SAPNAP:

Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.

Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see. 

God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…

He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging. 

Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.

Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…

Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.

GEORGE:

My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?

Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…

Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”

Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”

Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.

But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”

He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.

KARL:

When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.

He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.

He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”

Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.

For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.

Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.

Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you. 

QUACKITY:

Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.

Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’” 

Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).

The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.

So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.

He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.

He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.

WILBUR: 

I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.

He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.

A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.

As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.

Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics. 

Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.

Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.

FOOLISH: 

Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.

He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...

Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed. 

Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it. 

Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.

A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.

PUNZ: 

Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.

Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.

Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.

Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.

This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #karl x reader #quackity x reader #foolish x reader #punz x reader #wilbur soot x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #dream smp imagines #dream smp headcannon #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #quackity imagines #sapnap imagine #georgenotfound imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #karl jacobs x reader

[boyfriendstevie]

No because the way Steve would get soooo smug if Robin had the hots for his girl. So much for teasing him and calling him names when he’s the one to see your boobs every day 😮‍💨

has this... become my niche? i'm not mad abt it as a bisexual girly who's in love w both of them lol

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Oh he’d be sooooo smug. He’d tease her about it every chance he got. He knows it’s not anything real, that Robin just thinks you’re hot, and he’s inclined to agree. Of course his girl is stunningly beautiful and sexy, and he’s definitely going to rub it in Robin’s face. 

You’re heading to a fancy event or maybe just a night out so you’re all kind of dressed up, and Robin and Steve are waiting for you to finish up. When you walk out to the living room, both of their jaws drop. You’ve got on something with a plunging neckline and a slit up your leg, and the fabric is accentuating all the right curves and you feel hot. Clearly, you look hot, too, if their reactions are anything to go by. 

Steve whistles appreciatively and holds his hand out for you to take, “Well, look at you, pretty baby. Stunning, and so sexy.” He twirls you around once you take his hand, making you giggle, his eyes scanning your body as you turn. “Christ, sweetheart, y’gonna kill me. Robin, too.”

Robin, bless her heart, is standing there silently, mouth still open as she watches you turn. Steve takes notice of his best friend, how stunned she seems to be by your appearance, and nudges Robin’s side with his elbow, “Doesn’t she look gorgeous, Robs?”

The nudge finally gets her attention and she blinks, coughing to clear her throat, “Oh, yep, definitely. Y’look… look really good.” If she thinks she’s being inconspicuous with how she’s staring at you, she’s sorely mistaken — her eyes trail up your body, darting from the slit exposing your thigh, to your chest. “That’s definitely— definitely a nice dress!” 

“Thanks, Robin,” you giggle in reply as you loop your arm through Steve’s, “You look really nice, too.” 

She flushes instantly, face warm and pink behind her bangs. She giggles nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear, and then untucking it as she murmurs her thanks. Steve knows this move; she’s nervous from the attention of a beautiful girl. He’ll definitely have to tease her about it later. 

“Oh!” you exclaim suddenly, freeing yourself from Steve’s grasp, “I almost forgot… can one of you finish zipping this up? I couldn’t get it all the way.” 

“I was just about to go start the car… Robin, you can help, right?” Steve asks, throwing his best friend a wink as he grabs his keys and heads towards the door. He knows it’ll send her into full gay panic mode, but it’ll be good for her, right? And yeah, she sends him daggers as he slips out the door, but she manages to help with only mildly shaky hands and a blush that won’t leave her cheeks. 

#steve harrington #robin buckley #steve thots #robin thots #kit writes #anon #kit answers #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader

[lacedinweb22]

Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Chapter 2: Night Terror ✮⁺₊

Miguel O'Hara x reader prev part

Your neighbor is strange, to say the least. Miguel O’Hara: Alchemax’s newest scientist, genius, most sought-after bachelor … and according to your wildest suspicions … a vampire?

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He waits for you, standing tall in front of your apartment door. He's got a motorcycle jacket on, a dark navy t-shirt under, tasteful worn out jeans, and he's carrying a box full of your room decor; it's like a manifestation of your 18 year old fantasy delivered right to your door.

You approach him. He looks down at you, offering a slanted smile, still standoffish, but you can tell he's trying.

He was a focused student then. He paid no mind to the eyes glued on him as he rushed to class, or maybe he was too oblivious to notice. Eyebrows knit together, as he rummaged through his notes, all while walking at the same time. He had very few friends, kept to himself, and was envied by his academic competition, so it made sense why he was the way he was. And it, of course, made you want him even more.

You scramble to pull your keys from your back pocket.

"Got them," you mutter nervously, avoiding eye contact with him. He tilts his head, watching you. You open the door, and he takes a step back to let you walk in first.

He follows behind you as you reach the kitchen counter.

"You can leave it right here. Thank you, Miguel," His name feels new, weird on your tongue, but you like it.

"No problem," he replies, placing the box on the counter. "So this is what it looks like in here," he says, surveying the spread of the place, as he takes his jacket off.

"Yep, this is it," you smile, watching him from the side, "Feel free to take a look around."

He's huge, and tall, way taller than you remember, but this is also the closest you've ever been to him. He runs a hand through his hair slowly, biceps flexing as he wanders around the barren apartment. He could destroy you. If you hadn't had a massive crush on him all this time, you'd think it insane to let a beast like him into your apartment.

But you admire him.

You take in this sight of Miguel. You know this is the only possible way the Miguel O'Hara would ever willingly come into your home.

You step back and watch his eyes explore your new home. His hair is tousled, and his outfit doesn't look like Alchemax attire.

You force yourself to talk; you don't know when you'll see him next.

"Did you just come back from work, or school?"

He tucks his hands into his front jean pockets, shaking his head.

"No, I was umm just out, running some errands," he says, looking you up and down.

Did you overstep? Or had he just not had the chance to fully look at you?

"Hey, you never told me your name," he says, eyebrows furrowing, as he walks up to you.

"Y/N," you blurt, looking up at him.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Pretty and hard to forget," he says, smiling down at you, as he slowly towers over you.

Seeing his real smile evokes your real smile immediately. His crimson eyes stare into yours; you could stare into them forever, if you weren't blushing and panicking internally.

"So you're my neighbor, huh. Perfect timing running into you on the stairs there," you say, breaking eye contact.

"Yeah, I don't ordinarily take the stairs, but today felt different ... just wanted to try something new,"

"So you ordinarily take the elevator?"

He tilts his head, "Yes, yeah the elevator."

You back away and head for the pile of boxes on the floor.

You ignore the fact that Miguel O'Hara is standing in your apartment. You have to start somewhere.

You kneel on the floor, looking through the boxes, trying to find a place to start.

He stands behind you, watching you, almost analyzing you. You look up at him to find him watching you intently, like he's trying to read your mind.

What is he thinking?

You look back at the boxes, pretending to be unfazed by his attention to you. You brush the hair out of your face, and take a deep breath, hoping the red in your cheeks will fade away.

"You look familiar," he mutters, crossing his arms.

You look familiar? To Miguel O'Hara?

You always thought there was a slight chance he was aware of your existence. You had one class with him; he was a TA and you were a student. It was a huge lecture hall, three hundred people. So he couldn't have. There's no way he ever noticed you sitting in the back of the class. He graded your work. That's all.

He consistently left thoughtful annotations on your work, notes that you read too much into, but they were always helpful and you found them ... sweet. You always aced your coursework, maybe here and there he marked you down a point for going above the word count, but you aced them nonetheless. And he saw that.

Maybe he does remember you and he's just fucking with you. In that case, you'll fuck him right back.

"I get that a lot," you mutter, looking back at the mess you're digging into.

"Hmm I'll figure it out," he says, shrugging confidently, like he's onto you. You've learned quite a bit about him today. The way he acts, the way he talks, how he carries himself. You've gotten a pretty generous glimpse into the new Miguel.

"You do that," you mutter.

You lift the box up from the floor and carry it to the restroom. He follows behind you. You're flattered but also slightly confused by how long he's been accompanying you.

You leave the box on the closed toilet seat, and begin to unpack your things onto the sink counter. Miguel stands in the doorway, watching.

His arms are crossed as he leans against the door frame. You look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his forearms bursting with muscle, his dark blue tee snug exposing the outline of his abs, his gray briefs peeking out under his jeans.

"You must really think you know me, stranger ... watching me unpack in my new home," you say sarcastically, looking up at his reflection.

"Yeah, I figure if I stick around a bit, it'll come to me, just need a bit more to work with," he shrugs.

You scoff. "Okay, let me know when it comes to you."

"I will," he says, nodding, his eyes still on you.

You hear a hard thump, then shuffling coming from the other side of the wall beside you, his apartment.

You both sharply turn to look at each other.

His eyes widen a bit; his stare becomes focused, he's trying to listen, figure out what that noise was. Shouldn't he know?

"You live with someone?" you ask, standing up straight to turn and face him, slightly alarmed by how loud the thump sounded.

"No ... I uh, I'm dog-sitting for a friend,"

"You're a terrible dog-sitter, over here bothering your neighbor instead of checking on the poor thing," you tease.

"Yeah, I'll go take care of him now," he says, standing up straight, then heading for the door. You follow behind him.

He grabs his jacket from the counter as you open the door for him. He stops right outside, between your two doors, his apartment being right across the hall, six feet in front of yours.

"It was nice meeting you," he says, nodding. He smiles, then begins to unlock his door, looking back at you, "And Y/N, if you ever need me, I'm right across the hall, so just knock, and I'll be here. Uhh except at night, I'm usually ... out, at work."

"Got it. Thanks," you smile, hiding behind your half-open door.

You watch as he unlocks the door, and opens it a few inches.

You hear a muffled whine. Neglected puppy.

"Shit," he breathes out.

He looks back at you eyebrows furrowed, then looks down and flinches, before looking up to flash you a forced small smile.

"Ha yeah, gotta help the little guy, I'll– uh I'll catch you later," he says, blocking the crack of his open door with his backside.

"Catch you later," you nod.

You both shut your doors.

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You've unpacked a bit, showered, and finally, after a long, exhausting day, night has fallen.

You curl up in bed, your room cold and empty, besides the little corner of the bed you occupy, lit up by the warm light your beloved stained glass lamp provides. Your eyes rest on the colors reflecting on the wall, as you reminisce about Miguel back in university, and the Miguel you met today.

Miguel O'Hara was in your apartment, talking to you, interested in what you had to say and who you were. Okay, but it's not like he's some huge celebrity, he's just a ... big deal in the science world ... and the biggest crush you've ever had.

He's not any cooler than you. He's not. You're cool. You're smart. You're hot.

The rain beats against the window, pattering and lulling you to sleep. You turn off your side lamp, and cover yourself up. You're exhausted from the move, and you know this is going to be some real deep sleep. You close your eyes and drift off.

You toss and turn, your deep sleep holding you hostage to nightmares of screams and glowing crimson eyes.

A muffled scream wakes you up. You sit up in pure darkness, sweating and breathing heavily. Was that a part of the dream? Or was that real? 

You see a figure in the corner of the room. You squint, your vision blurry and recovering from your sleep. 

The moonlight glows against the window, illuminating the wet rain beating against the glass, the noise pounding and disorienting you.

It’s Miguel. 

The moonlight creeps in, lighting up the side of his face.

He's soaked. His t-shirt wet against his body, hair dripping onto his face. There's blood on his hands.

You quickly turn to pull the lamp on.

You turn back. He's gone.

You lay back down, ignoring what had just happened and accept it as a part of your dream.

You haven't gotten a full night's sleep in days. You're emotionally drained, physically drained, and extremely sleep deprived. You doze off to sleep.

That was the first night you dreamt of Miguel O'Hara, the first of many. 

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ch.3 here

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He's A Real Mad Lad

Part 1 of Meant to Be: A Heartbreak High fanfic

Reader POV

Synopsis: You get called down to the gym because of the incest map. Cash finds out you like him, and he likes you too.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive language, fluff, drug use, makeout, spicy

Song: WITHOUT YOU by The Kid Laroi

🎵♥ you cut out a piece of me and now i bleed eternally ♥🎵

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"Will the following students please come to the gym." A loud voice said over the intercom. I stopped talking to Quinni and Darren and listened.

"Darren Rivers."

"Quinni Gallagher-Jones."

"Sasha So."

"Spencer (Spider) White."

"Amerie Wadia."

"Harper McLean."

"Y/N L/N."

"Douglas Piggott."

"Dusty Reid."

There were more, but I didn't listen. I rolled my eyes and collected my backpack, heading to the gym. Darren and Quinni were close behind me.

You might think I'm weird. My two best friends are part of the LGBT society. Darren is queer and non-binary. Quinni is lesbian and autistic. But, I loved them more than anyone I had ever loved before.

I am aromantic. I made out with Sasha once, and have done multiple other things.

The door gym slammed behind me, and I looked around. Many of the students called were already sitting down.

"Seriously, Y/N, why do you have to wear such scandalous outfits?" The teacher asked. I looked down at myself.

Today, I was wearing leather shorts that barely covered my ass, and a hot pink cropped tank top that showed quite a bit of cleavage.

"All for the aesthetic, miss." I say sweetly. I walk past Cash, who, was biting his lip and staring at me. I blush.

I've had a crush on Cash since year 7. He was funny, but isolated, and when you got to know him, he opened up to you.

"Hey, Cash." I say, taking a seat beside him. His eyes move away from my chest.

"H-hey!" He says quickly, his face turning a dark shade of red. Darren sits on my other side, and Quinni sits beside him.

"So. The incest map." The teacher said, pulling up a photo. I groaned. Now the whole school knew what I had done and who I had done. I glanced at all the names connected to mine.

Y/N

wristy to Dusty

blowie to Spider

made out with Sasha

shagged Darren

loves Cash

Ok. I did give a wristy to Dusty, and I did blow Spider. I made out with Sasha and I do love Cash. But I did NOT shag Darren! He is my best friend and I would never, ever do anything with him. He's like a brother to me.

Cash nudges me.

"What about that, bruh?" He says, gesturing to the map.

"What, cunt?" I say.

"You love me?" He asks, smirking. I flipped him off.

Yes, for fucks sake. Yes.

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"You got any weed?" I ask Cash as we step outside of the school.

"Yeah, hold on a second." He says. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a joint.

"Thanks." I say, lighting it.

"Yep." He responds. I take a puff, and he steals it from me, taking a puff as well. I groan.

"Now it has all of your cooties on it!" I whine playfully.

"Come on. If I kissed you you would like that, wouldn't you?" He teases. I cross my arms.

"Ooh, I hit a sensitive spot, didn't I, bruh?" He asks, poking your shoulder.

"Shut up and go back to drug dealing, you cunt." I say. He shuts up. I smirk.

"Ooh, hit a sensitive spot, didn't I, bruh?" I mock, shaking my head. He laughs.

"You want to come over for a bit?" He asks. I gulp. I've never been to his house before, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Fuck. Of course I did.

"Yeah, sure." I say.

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"What the fuck is that? Is it alive?" I screech, gesturing towards the goose beside Cash's bed.

"No, he's a full mad lad. He's sick, go pet him." Cash says. I look at him, expecting him to crack up laughing, but his face is dead serious.

"No, thanks." I say, walking in the opposite direction.

He sits down on his couch, and pats the empty spot next to him.

"So. This is a legitimate question, bruh." Cash says, looking at you in the eyes.

"Mhm." I squeak, getting lost (once again) in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Do you love me?" He asks.

"What?" I question.

"Do. You. Love. Me." He asks slowly. I don't respond. I have a vivid image of myself riding him on this couch.

Cash grabs my chin.

"Y/N!" He says abruptly. I snap out of my daydream.

"Y-yeah!" I say.

"So you do love me!" He says, throwing his arms up in triumph.

"What? No, I just-" I start. But I hated lying.

"Yes. Since year 7. I just didn't want to tell you because we're good friends, I didn't want to ruin what we had." I say, fidgeting with my thumbs and looking straight into my lap.

"Oh, bruh. My bunny. Come here." Cash says, pulling me into a hug.

I giggle. "You smell good."

He smiles.

"I like you too. But since year 3." Cash says, turning red again.

"Ha! Really, though?" I say serious. Cash nods. I blush, turning away. My phone buzzed. I pick it up.

MOMMA: come home, sweetheart, you need to babysit your little sister

You: on my way

"Sorry, Cash, I've got some babysitting to do, I guess." I sigh, standing up off of his couch.

"Yeah! No, no problem." He says, leading me to the door. I was half way down his steps when he called me.

"Y/N..." He says. I turn around, and the moment I do, his lips land on mine gently. He pulls away, hesitant to go further, but I wrap my arms around his head and pull him close, smashing my lips onto his again.

He drags me back into the house, guiding me into his room and pushing me onto the bed. He lifts off his shirt and climbs back on top of me, his lips attaching to mine in a passionate kiss.

I pull on his hair, and he groans into my mouth. He grinds his hips into me, and I whimper.

His tongue, finds its way into my mouth, and my hands trail over his abs and chest as our tongues fight for dominance.

The makeout lasted quite a few minutes, until his grandma came in.

"You slut! Come! I made you some bread!" She says. Cash jumps and looks behind him.

"Nan! Get out!" He says.

"Ooh la la! She's a pretty one!" His nan says. She leaves, and Cash faces me again, kissing me gently once more. I laugh.

"She's such a cute old lady." I say, lifting myself off of Cash's bed. He smiles, putting his shirt back on.

"Yeah. But not as cute as you." He says, winking.

God. He's such a dork.

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[drefear]

Hail to the King

Chapter 2: It All Comes Back to You

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs. 

Tw: masturbating (male) hints of trauma and past abusive relationship, drinking, a lil more of possessive and creepy Miguel. 

AN: I have to say I feel like some of this might be kinda shitty because it was a bit rushed, but I also hate slow paced plots, so I guess I can’t help it. Hope you like it!

You.

The world was blurry as your eyes lost focus for a bit. Nothing seemed real. You thought you might wake up and everything would be normal again. No crazy mob bosses, no blow jobs in the office, no scheduled sex, none of it.

Who the fuck was this guy?

His life was so far from any type of common man’s that you were almost impressed. Fine pressed designer suits, women on their knees during his lunch break, meetings about hard drugs. For a building so beautifully kept and full of charming people, it sure was a mystery. Was everyone just sleeping with different people throughout the day? Were they also snorting lines off of the bathroom counter or cooking meth in the kitchen? What other dirty deeds were done in this place?

Lyla knocked on your door, saying something about setting up your new phone and calendar.

“And the blue events in the calendar are strictly private for Miguel.” She added, to which you saw that- yep. That meeting was blue. You mentally slapped yourself in the face and listened to the rest of what she had to say.

“Ok, that should be it. Your new phone is set up, and it also has the company card connected to it already, so you don’t need a physical card. Miguel set me a message about your shopping spree later, but I raised the budget he gave you to an extra ten thousand. Just in case ya really need something that might cross that line. And whatever you get, I do the paperwork so I’ll just write it up as an investment, like our donations to charity.” She shrugged and turned, blowing you a little kiss as she exited the room.

Your mind assaulted your conscious thoughts once she was gone, remembering how he looked only thirty minutes ago. Head back in ecstasy, eyes never wavering from yours as he orgasmed and slammed up into that girl's throat. You shivered from the memories and stood up abruptly, needing to move around before the warmth in your core spread and created any type of physical arousal.

Your phone buzzed, seeing Miguel’s name light up the screen. Unlocking your phone, only the words ‘Come to my office now.’ showed up and your feet began to move towards your door when you stopped.

A million thoughts danced behind your eyes and you smirked, tired of him already.

‘No.’ is all you answered before exiting your office and shutting the door loudly behind you so he knew you’d be gone. You confidently walked to the elevator and tossed your hair over your shoulder. He wanted your unfiltered thoughts? Well then, he had no idea what he signed up for.

Standing in the elevator, you saw him walk out of his office as well and make eye contact with you, making you flash back to what you’d seen earlier.

In seconds, you realized something as you stood ten feet away now. He knew you wouldn’t know about the color coded schedule. He planned that little power play. He was showing his dominance, like a dog peeing on his territory. A show of who was in charge and what you were to him. A plaything.

This split second of awareness made you even more confident in your defiance, as you saw him begin to close in on the elevator. The doors began to close and you smiled, waving to him right before they shut.

The ride to the lobby was serene, like the calm after the storm. Your day had been intense to say the least. A lot of arguing, thinking, absorbing, and borderline sexual assault on your eyes. But it wasn’t a bad day. In fact, this all gave you a thrill you didn’t know you needed.

Once on the ground floor, you walked outside and waved to a taxi, getting in once one stopped. Scrolling over the list you were given by Lyla, you stopped at one stare in particular.

“Take me to Hermès.” And you were gone.

Standing in the dressing room, the whole world felt like a scene from Pretty Woman. You twirled in tight, business dresses that you thought they only wore in movies about billionaires with red rooms. The color of your favorite so far was a lightweight white dress, but it seemed a bit much for the office, so you tucked it away and decided if you needed a sexy dress for an event, you’d pull it out.

You’d decided to go on a shopping spree on Fifth Avenue, where you’d been fired the previous day, and eat lunch right where this all had begun.

Sitting at a table, you requested Peter kindly and he made his way over in an instant. “I am so sorry, it was completely out of my control! I didn’t-“ he apologized and you just shook your head.

“It’s ok. I understand now. How about you get me a white wine and we call it water under the bridge?” You requested and he nodded, fetching it with hast. It was a great meal and once you were done, you gave Peter and Gwen both a hug.

“You know, since you technically got a huge promotion, we should celebrate! Go out tonight, get some drinks?” Gwen asked and you quickly agreed. A few drinks sounds exactly like what you needed.

Now beyond overstimulated, you made your way home with around thirty thousand dollars worth of clothing.

And when you saw a moving truck outside of your complex, you remembered that you were indeed moving.

Hours of tossing shit in boxes and taping them closed, you were packed and in the moving van on your way to your new apartment. You were still reeling with this whole world and how quickly things had spun into a web of insanity.

Leaning your head back against the side of the van, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the reality began to sink in.

Arriving at your new place, the large men brought in the big pieces of furniture you decided to keep, which was really just your couch, bed, and coffee table. Everything else was unneeded and ugly anyway. You tried to help as much as possible, but quickly opted for carrying in boxes and garbage bags you’d packed in a rush. It was over just as quickly as it started and soon, you were sitting on your floor cross legged and staring at the boxes, then glanced at the shopping bags that were full of expensive dresses and clothing. That sounded like a lot more fun than unpacking your old sweats and knickknacks.

Pulling everything out and placing it on hangers, your eyes glanced at a specific outfit you’d chosen that’d be perfect to celebrate with Gwen tonight. Pulling on a white halter dress, you enjoyed the little bits of side boob and the way the thigh had a slit that showed more skin. The light fabric made it comfortable and easy to move in, and with a quick pair of strappy heels with sparkling rhinestones all over from Jimmy Choo, you grabbed your new Louis Vuitton purse and smiled. Maybe this job would be so terrible.

Texting Gwen, you also decided to invite Lyla and Jess. Lyla agreed to come out, whereas Jess said she didn’t have a sitter for the boys and would come out once her husband got home from work. A girls night was exactly what you needed, and everything about the feeling of hopping on the train and getting eyes from a few good looking men made you hum with pride. Ignoring all of the bullshit from the past two days, you liked Gwen a lot and she’s become someone you trusted even only knowing her for about a week. She had an authenticity about her that made you feel like she was honest and brave.

Lyla also made you laugh with how she always had something to say back. Her fun loving attitude was one you almost felt jealous of, how she seemed so relaxed. Jessica had a bad ass vibe to her, like everything she did could be documented and made into a comic or story. Like some sort of legend in the making.

You wanted to be like them in so many ways, you’d have to start taking notes and learning how they seemed to be so damn cool.

Stepping off the train and hurrying towards the club Gwen suggested, you couldn’t help but smile. You’re first time clubbing in Nueva York! It was so exciting, seeing people waiting outside of the club in a long line like in movies you’d seen. Waving to Gwen, who was already on line, you caught up with her. Her outfit fit her so well, a black shirt leather jacket over a dark silver mini dress with black tights with rips in them and black platform boots with chains down the sides. She looked like a rockstar, and that wasn’t too far from the truth. She smiled wide and grabbed your hand.

“This is going to be so much fun!” She added and you couldn’t agree more. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab yours from behind and saw a familiar pair of heart shaped glasses.

“Lyla!” Gwen cheered before you even turned around fully, all hugging together. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, how’s Mr. Grumpy pants?” The blonde asked and Lyla just rolled her eyes.

“Cranky as usual, but he comes in handy for some things. Follow me.” She pulled you both out of the line and to the front where many people were giving you all dirty looks. A security guard only took a second to look at Lyla and moved the ropes for her and you to come in, not even bothering to check your ids. You looked at Gwen in surprise and she just nodded, as if telling you to keep your cool.

The club was packed beyond belief, and a girl in a bodysuit and fishnets let you to a large booth-table with velvet black couches and a large bottle of champagne on the table. “Who did this?”

“I may have called ahead and three around Miguel’s name.” Lyla shrugged, grabbing a flute of champagne and filling it with the bubbly alcohol. She handed you each one more and tilted her glass to inspire a toast. “To our new recruit in the Spider society!” She cheersed and you blushed at the attention, Gwen whooping and hollering.  The thrum of the heavy bass and heat from the moving bodies made you almost lightheaded, enjoying the free feeling from the liquid in your cup. Another bottle was brought out once Jess arrived and the four of you swayed a bit to the beat, to which you grabbed Gwen’s hand and attempted to pull her to the dance floor. Lyla followed with Jess and you all moved, swaying your hips to the rap playing in the dim lights. The flash of Lyla’s phone camera made you cover your face a little, still smiling and not stopping your dance, swiveling in a seductive motion and feeling the heat between your legs begin to rise from the feeling of the eyes around you watching. Jess nudged you and pointed to a man at the bar, a bit taller and thin in a dress shirt. You made eye contact with the man and the temperature of your chest rose once more. You made your way over to where he was, raising a hand at the bartender as you ordered a drink. He leaned over and spoke.

“On my tab.” His voice was low, eyes catching yours once more and making you feel very aware of your surroundings. A blush creeped onto your face and you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m Harry.” He introduced himself and you returned the favor,  shaking his hand gently. Big Sean pumped around you both as you talked for what felt like an hour, light conversation giving you a feeling similar to a high. It had been a while since you’d enjoyed speaking to someone like this, chemistry and familiarity.

“Is that you?” You heard someone speak from behind you and call your name, turning to face the last person you thought would be in front of you.

“Eddie?” You gasped, fear coursing through the previously hot blood in your veins, cold as ice now from this familiar face. “How did you-”

“I heard you moved here a few weeks ago and came to visit. Nothing like a friendly face, right?” You searched around for your female friends in vain, finding no one you even recognized. He slipped his hand into yours, frozen with horror as he squeezed, something you knew was actually a warning. “How about we find somewhere to talk?”

“Actually, I’m with my coworkers, now is a bad time.” You tried to remove your hand from his and felt him unrelenting, his grip tightening. “Please, not here.” You begged, pleading with him and knowing you’d get nowhere.

“There you are!” Jess’s voice rang through as she pushed through the crowd, Lyla and Gwen behind her. “We’re about to get another bottle- who’s this?” She raised a brow questioningly at Eddie, who stepped closer with a small smile.

“I’m Eddie, nice to meet you,” He shook her hand and her eyes glanced to yours, hopefully seeing the feeling of terror you were trying to show her.

“Right,” Jess pulled you closer to her and slipped her arm into yours, “well, sorry to burst your bubble, but we’re having a girls only night, so she’ll have to talk to you another time.” Jess secured her hand around your arm and smiled, knowing exactly what you needed. Behind you, Lyla had signaled security and had them coming closer, but a voice made everyone stop moving instantly.

“Actually, I think it’s time we all go.” A deep voice said from your right and you looked up to see your boss.

“How-“ Gwen asked but was quickly cut off by the glare Miguel sent her.

“I saw the videos Lyla posted and came to celebrate as well.” From his body language, that definitely was not his true intentions, but you were left in the dark as Jess and Lyla looked extremely nervous, like they’d just got caught doing something very bad.

Gwen leg the way out as Jess and Lyla followed, to which you began to walk forward with them, but a hand grabbed your wrist once more and you came face to face with Harry, who’d been caught in the crossfire of your drama.

“When will I see you again?” He begged slightly, a small smile on his lips until Miguel stood in between you two and sneered at him a bit.

“Get your hands off my employee.” His voice was dangerous, a presence only a lion would challenge. Without letting anyone interject, he dragged you out through the crowd and into the street lights. A hoard of men in black clothing stood outside with the girls, seemingly waiting for you and Miguel. You all climbed into a black SUV where all of the seats faced each other and both Jess and Lyla hung their heads, Gwen holding your hand in concern.

“What the hell was that, Lyla?!” His voice was loud, accusatory. “Are you trying to start a fight?”

“Of course not, I just wanted to-“

“I don’t even want to hear it. And you, Jess? You should know better than anyone what that could have led to!” His tone made you coward backwards a bit, Jess unwavering in her confidence.

“Who do you think you’re speaking to like that? Lyla and I were with her and Gwen, we were perfectly safe.” She defended and Lyla nodded, Gwen looking up just as confused as you.

“What are you guys talking about?” You asked quietly and as if he just noticed you were there, his eyes were cautious. Everything was silent for a moment before he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“That nightclub is owned by another mob in Nueva, a smaller one, but it would still be a problem if anything else had happened. They would think I sent spies to their club.” He added the end as an example. You looked down as Gwen rubbed your shoulder from worry.

“I’m taking you all to a different club, one that won’t cause any unnecessary issues-“

“Actually…” you started and but your lip before continuing. “I think I just want to go home. I’m too tired to stay out.” You didn’t dare look up at anyone else, eyes trained on your shinny shoes that you were so excited about a few hours ago. How did everything keep happening so fast?

The car stopped outside of your building and you got out, followed by Miguel. He tapped the top of the car and the rest of the girls were sent home. You both walked in and onto the elevator.

“I don’t need an escort-“

“This is also my building.” He interrupted you and you finally looked up at him, watching as his eyes stayed focused on the buttons of the elevator. He tapped your floor and then the top floor. Of course he had the penthouse.

You stayed soundless, the exhaustion finally hitting you and making you drag your feet. The doors opened and you glanced at him before just walking out.

“By the way.” He spoke before you could walk too far, turning to look into his eyes for the first time that night. “Next time my office door is shut, remember to knock.” The metal doors closed and the memory of him fucking into that woman’s throat was then fresh on your mind.

Miguel’s head fell back against the metal. Lyla had posted those videos of you dancing on her account and he’d seen them when she started not answering his messages, then watching how you moved your body in that adorable white  dress. And the way it moved up your thighs while you danced-

Miguel opened his eyes as the ding of the elevator sounded that he’d reached his penthouse. Walking into his dining room, he shed himself from the suit jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt, stretching his shoulders and tossing the shirt into a hamper close to his closet. Unbuckling his belt, Miguel let out a breath of relief as he adjusted himself to be more comfortable. Sitting down on his bed, he reached for his laptop and settled under the covers. Scrolling through a few documents, he pulled up his background search of you. Your photo popped up with some of your social media. Pictures from the beach, a few from birthdays, and some family photos, you seemed completely normal.

But something was off.

Miguel knew he was intimidating, it was part of his stature that made his job a little easier. You weren’t afraid of him, you kept your ground and fought back to him.

But tonight, you had fear in your eyes when you saw that guy. What was his name again? Adam? Who knows, but he saw that slight hesitation and anxiety in you that he didn’t recognize. You were scared of that guy.

He thought back to earlier in the day when he’d saw you as he was getting his normal de-stressing from one of the girls in the lower levels, something many women around him volunteered for. She’s come up and offered sex, but he just needed a mouth to fuck.

And then you walked in with that plain outfit and sensible shoes, holding your tablet like you’d been in a rush. And he couldn’t look away. You should have been the one wrapped around his dick, he wanted to hear you gagging on him as he thrusted upwards and grunted. He wanted to cum inside your mouth, not someone random woman’s from marketing. He wanted you.

Unknowingly, his hand had traveled to his boxers and he’d begun rubbing himself to the thought of you.

All he could imagine was you mouthing off to him, and him bending you over the kitchen counter in his apartment, holding one arm behind your back as the other moved to grasp anything within reach as he took you from behind. Miguel rolled his eyes back at the thought of your warm hole welcoming him as he licked two fingers of his free hand and rubbed circles on your clit until you were practically pushing him away from the intensity of your orgasm. But no, he wouldn’t let you get away that easily, he wanted to feel it around him, so he would angle his hips a little more upward, hitting that soft spot that made you arch your back into him more and let out broken moans.

As if on cue, white ropes of his own mess hit his chest and he looked down in surprise, having forgotten what his hand had been doing. He sighed and got up to rinse himself off with a softening cock and an empty mind. The single thing on his brain when he tossed and turned in his sleep that night?

You.

Gwen’s outfit

Your outfit

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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HIIIIII [first I wanna say that I love your work so much and am so happy to meet an atiny/carat writer! I hope we can become moots!]

I do have a request and it is: ateez reacting to s.o kissing their neck

take your time, and good luck with all of ur work, fighting!!

YES WE SO CAN!!! 🥰 Thank you so much for the encouragement love! I hope you love this reaction 😊

Ateez Reaction to S/O Kissing Their Neck

I'll give this my classic rating but up it for this one… 🤏🏻🤏🏻 suggestive hehe 👀👀👀

Hongjoong

You couldn't take the way his eyes devoured you, treasured you, any more. Inhaling, you quickly shut the space between you and Hongjoong, all the lightning tension between you arcing into your joined lips as his grip on your hip tightened. It was a short but passionate kiss, one that had Hongjoong giving you a smile of pleasant surprise afterward.

"Oh?"

"Yep," you replied, "and I'm just getting started."

Pecking his lips several times, you migrated from their softness to trace the beautiful structure of his face, outlining his cheekbone and down to his jaw with your lips.

He gave an exasperated chuckle. "I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he said even as he tilted his head to grant you access, smiling impishly down at you.

"Maybe I get something out of this, too," you teased back, kisses resuming in full swing, this time down his neck and into the territory availed to you by his partially-unbuttoned shirt.

"Alright, but anything you're giving me, I'm going to pay back double," Hongjoong tells you with a grin that sends shivers down your spine as you part from his chest to gaze at him.

"H-how are you going to do that?" You faltered slightly underneath that intense gaze you loved so much.

"Let's just say," his lips curl up even further, the hand on your hip drawing light circles, "by the time I'm done, everyone will know you're mine."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is in the kitchen standing over a mixing bowl of batter when he feels arms snake around his waist and lips against his neck.

He giggles deeply. "That better be (y/n)," he teases.

Your hands nudge his sides, prompting him to set the spoon in his hand down and turn to face you, smiling at the loving expression on your face. His hands wrap around you, too, both of you standing in an embrace against the counter.

“It’s my lucky day,” he keeps joking, leaning down to brush your nose with his, “it is you. My (y/n).”

You smile at the pet name, moving your hands to fall around his neck, which you press one more quick kiss to. “Always.”

He leans down, kisses your forehead first before moving to your cheek, then pecking your lips several times, smiling and exhaling little chuckles against them as you leaned forward for more.

“I have to finish up here! Want to help me?”

You nod, lowering your hands to back hug him again.

“Alright,” he shakes his head fondly at your clinginess, “help me stir, then the real work begins.” He reaches to his waist, taking hold of your hands, placing the spoon in your dominant one and using it to mix the batter as he kept seasoning it.

After that, you dedicated yourself to actual tasks, but each time you passed Seonghwa by, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks or neck, enjoying the surprise and wide, almost childlike smile of joy that crossed his face every single time.

Yunho

It's not like you don't want to do it, frankly, but you mainly want to get Yunho's attention. You're sinking into couch cushions, sunlight lazily filters through the blinds, and Yunho is playing some video game or another. You stopped paying attention, instead visually tracing his focused side profile, eyes drinking in every shift and narrow of his own, the way his thumbs dart over the controller.

Watching your boyfriend play doesn’t bother you, but you are getting a bit bored. He isn’t always granted a surplus of free time, after all, & the most selfish voice of your mind is vying for the argument that he should spend it with you. Instead of whining, though, which you have the sense to realize no one enjoys, you simply scoot in closer, cushions creaking faintly beneath you, and gently run your fingers over Yunho’s jawline, pulling close enough to press your lips to his neck. As badly as you want his lips on yours, interrupting a man’s game is never a good idea.

He tenses a bit beneath your touch, breaths coming a little faster. “Wh- what are you doing?” He asks.

You press a few more kisses, moving a bit lower each time. “I don’t know, you’re playing your game, I just want to appreciate you.”

“Maybe when I’m done with this round-”

“Maybe when you’re done with this round…”

You both spoke at the same time. Giggling into his neck, you get closer still, legs pressed against his as he gave a few giggles of his own.

“Maybe what?” You ask, tilting your head so that he’s almost forced to face you.

“Just wait and see,” he smiles, leaning forward to place a quick peck to your lips before his focus returns to the screen.

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were on the couch, both of you on your backs, your head resting over his heart. Neither of you had spoken for a bit, just enjoying the small sunbeams filtering in through the window as you played gently with Yeosang’s hand that was slung over you.

On a whim you turned slightly, careful that your hip wouldn’t dig into him, and leaned up just a little bit higher, your head reaching the crook of Yesosang’s neck. Your lips fell into place, ghosting over his skin at first, but when you felt him shift a bit beneath you, clearly starting a little at the sudden warmth, it spurred you on.

This time, you kissed him unabashedly, giving the exposed skin long, slow appreciation. Drawing out every motion you possibly could. Your hand that was playing with his gave it a little squeeze.

“What’s this?” Yeosang asks, eyes wide and sounding a bit flustered.

You can’t help but giggle at the pure and wholesome man you love so much. “You mean you don’t know?” You reply.

“Well, ah, I mean…” He stutters as you place the longest, most lingering kiss yet at the very base of his throat, a small gasp escaping with the trailed-off words.

You lift yourself up on your elbows, pulling up still so your heads are in line and sparing your boyfriend, just rubbing your noses together with a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, starting to lay back down, but his hand catches yours.

“No,” he says, gaze following yours down, “please continue.”

San

“Sannie, no!” You giggle, running away from your boyfriend, with whom you are currently locked in a playful chase along the grass.

He’s proudly brandishing a water gun, smug grin more than evident on his face as he barrels toward you. “Sannie, yes!”

“No!” You exclaim, turning on your heels and running around a garden wall, stopping to catch a few shaking, laughing breaths.

You’d tossed a water balloon at him, your entire arsenal, and now San sees fit to get you back for it. His revenge is quite disproportionate in your eyes, for even with as warm as it was you aren’t exactly in the mood to get soaked.

San is close; the grass rustles and he whispers “I’m gonna get you!”

“Not today!” You shout back, peeling out from around the wall and back towards those of the house, bare feet padding against the soft green grass.

San quickly catches up, giggling as he backs you into a corner, raising the blue and green plastic abomination in his hand. It’s going to take a massive trump card to escape this one…or maybe you’re overthinking it.

Stepping forward in the little space you have left, you reach your arms around San, hands gently running up and down his back. His smug expression immediately begins softening, the gorgeous soft eyes you love on him starting to pop out. With a smile, you lean in to give his neck a few kisses, feeling him crane to open up more as you do so. He’s warm beneath your touch, pulse pounding from all the running; you kiss right over the pulse point, wondering if you can make it go even faster.

Before you can wonder much more San is sweeping you into his arms, booping your nose and telling you how cute you are before yanking you into his lips. One hand holds you, the other reaches up into your hair, and as your lips move against his you slide San’s offending water rifle closer to you with your foot, stepping down on it as hard as you can. San trails kisses of his own down your neck before peppering your cheeks, expression melting at the fact that you initiated affection.

When you finally separate, San ruffles your hair and giggles. You step back a bit, holding up your contraband water rifle. “So, truce then?”

Mingi

"I can be cool!" You protested against Mingi's teasing. You know he thinks you're the coolest person alive, but you and your boyfriend had gotten into a playful debate on if you could be a rapper.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it, then," Mingi shot back with a grin.

"Ok, fine," you all but pouted, "I will."

Giving him a light shove, you watched him stumble back a little, taking the opportunity to lead him a couple more steps until his back hit the wall. Leaning forward, you rested your left palm against it at his side, eyes traveling up to his in the best approximation of the classic pose as you could attempt. Mingi's jaw dropped a bit, raising the corners of your lips in a satisfied smile. You leaned up and placed a kiss to his neck.

"See? I can do the bad boy pose. I'm cool," you say as you start to walk off.

Mingi's hand catches your left hand as it peels from the wall, though, and you feel the tug, turning back to face him with a tilt of your head. He's looking at you with doe eyes, his buggy expression of surprise fading to affection.

"You are cool, but don't take my job," he says.

You giggle, and he reels you back into his chest, your hand falling there as his that isn't holding yours rests on your back, bringing you forward into an electrifying kiss. You feel his heartbeat beneath your palm, the way his hand lightly squeezes and plays with yours as your lips move in sync. You trap Mingi again as he pulls away, this time not against the wall, but with his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to worry about, my cool guy."

Wooyoung

It was all impulse, really. Wooyoung was teaching you a couples’ dance he wanted to try, and frankly it was quite…intimate. A bit Latin-inspired, it had some close moves that reminded you of the tango followed by him pulling you close. When he did that, he also rolled his head back, exposing the skin of his neck and making that much more of a show from his quite notably unbuttoned black shirt.

Wooyoung viewed his body as part of the art and you couldn’t help but agree. The third time you practiced getting swept into his arms, his head rolling away as you were held against the warmth of his chest, his heart hammering beneath you, you leaned forward, your lips finding his throat like they were magnetized there.

You felt him give a deep hum beneath you as he, rather than step into the sequence's next move, immediately slid both of his hands to be flush around your waist. When you pulled away slightly, Wooyoung attacked, his own lips latching onto the spot above your collarbone. His hips angled, drifting forward until they were fully flush against yours.

"So this is what you want, huh?"

"Well," you teased, voice low as Wooyoung’s lips traveled down and then back up, “seems like you do too."

"Of course," he agreed as he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, "why would I not?"

Jongho

It was one of your greatest joys in life to have such a sensible, loving boyfriend at your side. However, he wasn’t the most into physical touch, at least not nearly as much as you were. Sometimes Jongho just needed some encouragement.

He lay at your side, half under the sheets and half out, just plaintively staring at the ceiling as he rested on his back, not one part of him touching you. You felt your lips fall into a pout, wishing he would cuddle with you now that your bedtime conversation had ceased, dreamy words subsiding in favor of that near-sleep contemplative state.

You knew part of it was that he didn’t want to overstep boundaries, didn’t want to disturb you. But if that was the case, you considered as you shifted in the sheets, mattress creaking a bit beneath your motion, it was your job to show him he would not be disturbing you in the slightest. And you knew exactly what would flip Jongho’s affection switch.

Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his neck and kissing him before he could protest or question the sudden gesture. Sure enough, you felt Jongho relax, firm muscles melting still after a momentary freeze. As you nuzzled in, lips still traveling, he tilted his head, giving you greater access, and you smiled. Jackpot.

Jongho loved it when you kissed his neck, and you sure didn't mind taking advantage of that fact, especially right then. He flipped over from his back to his side, suddenly facing you, those big beautiful eyes you loved staring intently.

"Why this all of a sudden?"

"Because I love you," you replied, eyelashes fluttering.

"Well, let me return the favor, too," he told you, propping his head up with one hand.

You couldn't resist a smile as he pulled you closer.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seongwha #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #requested #moots 💕

[mausinly]

Baby fever got me thinking abt ghost and kids <3

Ghost finds himself leaning against a stone wall, fiddling with the straps of his gear as he listens to the bustle of the locals. He's in a more rural part of the city, one half full of shops and restaurants and the occasional pub (of which Ghost is waiting for Gaz and Soap outside of), the other half being a neighborhood on the other side of the cobblestone wall behind him.

It was meant to be a more casual mission, gather some intel and do a bit of a stakeout. Gaz and Soap would chat with a man that has information for them, while Ghost waited outside in case there was trouble or they needed to make a quick escape. After a few hours, he quickly realized this wasn't much of a mission at all.

It was peaceful though, a breath of fresh air compared to the adrenaline and bloodshed of his usual work. He was debating on calling it all a bust and dragging his boys back to base when a small sound hit his ears.

He went silent for a moment before he heard it again, a small whisper of a voice beckoning for his attention.

Ghost lets out a sigh. "The hell...?" He looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Psst. Up here." A small voice calls from... above him?

Ghost looks up to see a face peering down at him from the top of the stone wall, a few meters above him. A small child, a little girl with short, red curls, peeks over the stone to look at him with big brown eyes.

The two of them just stare at each other for a few beats, observing one another warily until the girl speaks up.

"Are you a soldier?" She asks him with a surprising amount of confidence, speaking with a bluntness that only children seemed to possess.

Ghost pushes himself off of the wall to turn and look at her fully, glancing back at the pub to check for his team before looking back at her.

"Affirmative." He says simply, giving a little nod before falling back into silence.

The girl looks puzzled at the unfamiliar word, but uses her context clues to conclude that it means yes. She steps up a little more, crossing her arms over the top of the wall to look down at him better.

"My nana was a soldier... I think." The little girl says, her tone a little uncertain. "My mum said she used to fly planes and we have a picture of her with a bunch of medals."

"I've never seen a soldier in real life, though." She adds.

Ghost can't help the small chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the child's observation. "That so? Your nan sounds pretty interesting." His eyes crease as he smiles up at her from under his balaclava. "I'll let you in on a little secret... being a soldier's pretty boring a lot of the time."

The girl gives Ghost another quizzical look, blinking those big doe eyes at him. "How? Don't you get to fight bad guys and shoot big guns?"

Ghost supposes she isn't wrong. A lot of his work does include diving headfirst into enemy territory, fighting the desert sun and blowing up old "friends". He still lets out a small laugh at the girl's naivety. Ghost wonders if he'd ever been that innocent once, maybe when he was a toddler and the cruel world his father built hadn't yet beat down on him.

"Sometimes." He says finally. "But there's also a lot of sitting—waiting for things to happen. And paperwork." He tacks on.

The girl makes a face. "Like taxes?"

Ghost nods solemnly. "Like taxes."

The girl makes a soft, long "oh" sound before they fall into silence. Ghost looks back at the pub, half hoping to see Soap and Gaz walk out and half hoping they stay inside so he can keep talking to this silly little kid.

"My names Ginny, by the way." The girl pipes up. "What's yours?"

He debates in his head for a moment. "Ghost." He says finally.

Ginny makes another face. "Ghost? Like a dead person? That's a funny name." She says bluntly. "Is it a nickname? Technically Ginny is my nickname."

Ghost listens as she rambles a little, waiting for her to finish so he can answer her questions. "Yep, like a dead person. And yes, it's kind of like a nickname."

"Do they always give you silly names in the mil-militry?" Ginny tries to ask, scrunching up her face a little as she struggles to pronounce "military".

"Sometimes." He says again. "Sometimes you choose your own, sometimes it starts as a nickname that sticks around."

"Did you choose yours?" She asks.

"No." He replies.

Before Ginny can bombard him with any more questions, a voice calls from somewhere far off, making the girl look behind her. She calls back to whoever is summoning her and turns back to Ghost.

"My mum's home, I've got to go." She says, her tone a little flat as she seems disappointed to leave.

"Alright. I'll see you around, Ginny." Ghost bids her farewell. "Be good for your folks."

"I will! Bye-bye, Ghost." The girl gives a determined nod, waving goodbye to him before stepping down and disappeared behind the other side of the wall.

Ghost stands there for God knows how long, in his own little world until Soap walks up behind him with Gaz in tow. The sargeant claps him on the shoulder about how the mission was a bust and apparently the man didn't have all the info they needed. Thankfully, he'd have what they needed at a later date. All Ghost hears is "we'll be coming back here soon".

#maus writes #should i tag this as x reader? #simon ghost riley x reader #not romantic at all but this is very much because I very much like to see ghost interact with children #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost cod mwii #oc: Ginny #we'll be meeting her mom soon #thats where the real x reader shit starts #because of course it does

[purrpletiger]

FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:

Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.

If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!

If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!

Link to all the full images

Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)

Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)

Main Outfit:

YOLO sunglasses

Backwards propeller cap

Pink Polo shirt

Crayola Jacket

Gold Tooth

SWAG fannypack

Convertible Zip-off pants

White Heelie shoes

Pink socks

He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)

The bag says SWAG on it

His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...

this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.

those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside

HE HAS HEELIES!

Pink glove cuffs!

his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it

Glasses Off:

The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket

- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...

It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.

He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)

"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ

(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)

The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too

i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak

I miss the SWAG necklace...

Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.

Human Designs:

Fresh can possess humans too.

They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.

Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway

Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!

I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong

FURBIES!:

Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)

"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.

And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ

Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:

This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)

It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)

This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him

The REAL Parasite:

Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)

The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)

You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body

All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies

Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger

pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!

That's all!

#fresh #fresh lucidia #fresh parasite #underfresh #fresh sans #sanzy fresh #true!fresh #eyestrain #bright colors #parasites #furby #dude why do people want to have sex with a 90s parasite #WHAT IS THAT LAST TAG WHY DID IT GET SUGGESTED HAHAHAHAHA #I JUST TYPED 90S LMAOOO WHAAT #DID I TYPE THAT ONCE A WHILE AGO AND FORGET BUT TUMBLR REMEMBERED??? #90s aesthetic #luv this character sm #undertale au #utmv #underverse #fresh is really cool in underverse 0.7 #someone send the RADs and heelies and glove cuffs parts to Jakei #or dont lmao shes a busy woman

[reashot]

Love at First Bleiss

Weiss: Attention losers. I want to introduce you to my... I want to say my evil twin sister. But the lore never really went into the detail. Anyway... Here's Bleiss. Say hi to her.

Bleiss: Charmed to meet you all. The name is Bleiss. Weiss much more beautiful half. 😘

Ruby: Hi Bleiss! My name's Ruby. Wow you really are pretty.

Blake: Well, I can see the family resemblance. Anyway nice to meet you too Bleiss. I'm Blake.

Yang: And I'm Yang. Wow Bleiss gotta say you look much better than your sister Weiss.

Weiss: *growl*

Yang: And more well mannered too.

Bleiss: Don't mind Weiss her barks are worse than her bite. And you three must be my sister's teammates.

Ruby: Yep. Nice to meet'cha.

Bleiss: Likewise Ruby... I have to say I like your dress you look so cute wearing it.

Ruby: Oh shuck. *giggle* Thank you Bleiss.

Bleiss: Don't mention it Ru... *See the Dork Knight passes through her eyes*

*gasp* Who is that hunky blondie?

Ruby: Oh him? That's Jaune. He's dreamy isn't he? 🥰

Bleiss: (mama likey) Yes he is. Yes he is... Say, does he have a girlfriend?

Weiss: Stay away from him you slut!!!

Bleiss: Why so confrontational dear sister? I'm just asking questions that's all.

Ruby: W-why are you screaming at your sister, Weiss?

Weiss: This whore is trying to get inside of Jaune's pants!

Ruby: Uh... What do you mean by that?

Yang: That mean she wants to make baby with him.

Ruby: Oh.......

Hussy!!!

Slut!!!

Whore!!!

Blake: Jeez Ruby. You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Bleiss: So I take it you two are in a relationship with him. A throuple perhaps?

Weiss: What! What on Remnant makes you come to that conclusion?

Ruby: W-w-what... M-me with Weiss and Jaune? H-how sinful and wrong and... *imagining herself getting ********* by both Jaune and Weiss* Ahhh!!!! No! No! Weiss and I are not in throuple together!!! Absolutely not!!!

Blake: Yang, your sis having her Bi-curious episode again.

Yang: Sometimes I worry about her. Why can't she just come out of the closet like we do babe.

Bleiss: So I take it you two are interested in Jaune?

Weiss: No! Who could ever be interested in that blonde handsome oaf! Isn't that right Ruby?

Ruby: Y-yeah me too... 😭 I'm so totes not wanting to be his girlfriend... But stay away from Jaune or else I will get real upset. 😢

Bleiss: (Oh who are you trying to kid. I can see that you two have the hots for Jaune. But thank you because that's what I wanted to confirm. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when I NTR Jaune.) Oh I see... Don't you worry Weiss and Ruby I promise I'm not going to steal Jaune away from you two...

I will take my leave... Oh, and before I forgot. Yang please keep my number so we can be better acquainted. 😈

Blake: (Oh no, is she's thinking about stealing Yang away from me... 🙀)

Jaune's apartment

*knock, knock*

Jaune: Who is it?

Bleiss: This is Bleiss Schnee. I'm Weiss's twin sister.

Jaune: *opens door* Oh I didn't know that Weiss have a twin sister?

Bleiss: The lore never really explained how, but enough about me. I'm actually here for NTR.

Jaune: What's an NTR?

Bleiss: (He's so innocent... That makes corrupting him all the more worthwhile. 🤭)

If you let me in inside I will tell you all about it.

Jaune: Okay... But would you like to join me for dinner, I accidently made too many. And I don't want it to go to waste.

Bleiss: Oh. Of course. I will gladly join you for dinner. (I can you see through you Jaune. You want to use your "dinner" as an excuse to have your way with me. With this he will be my 100th conquest.😏)

Jaune: By the way I want to apologize beforehand if my cooking isn't to your liking.

Bleiss: Not to worry Jaune I'm not too particular with my food...

(Oh my Ohm!.what the hell did I just ate. Is he secretly a five stars chef?)

Jaune: Bleiss if you're too full you can lie down on my sofa. And if you want I can give you a massage, and....

Bleiss: Please marry me...

Jaune: Eh?

A few years later.

Bleiss: And that is how I married your father....

You can add more if you want to.

#jaune arc #rwby #lancaster #ruby rose #lancaster rwby #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #rwby whiteknight #whiteknight rwby #whiteknight #bleiss schnee #weiss schnee #weiss x jaune #jaune x weiss #jaune x bleiss #bleiss x jaune #rwby ntr #slutshaming #but for fun #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby rwby #rwby bumbleby

[cherichli]

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄,,; ₊˚⊹⋆ [Megumi drabble]

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬,,, °⋆.࿔*:･}} Based on my experience with a guy friend (but exaggerated and jujutsu-fied) because I'm in denial and this is the first time I've actually liked someone besides platonic or familial love. Anyways, he reminds me of Megumi (LIKE A LOT, LOT.) so, I decided to write this down to somehow express this searing sensation of 'crushing'

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!!! [F] READER! ,,, self-indulgent ,,, slight-humor (I'm apathetic, stop this is so hard) ,,, overthinking ,,, wholesome ,,, pinch of angst ,,, insecurities ,,, bad grammar ,,, crushing! Megumi ,,, ehh I don't know anymoree

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ] YOU WEREN’T accustomed to love. It was a fickle thing; ephemeral; short–lived… it never concerned you to deal with boys who weren’t worth your time. They couldn’t even come close to the men you’ve liked in the fictional world— who are green flags, ones who don't even compare to real people— you’ve witnessed second–hand how absurd guys were: The prejudice against women was slowly shifting, leaving more room for women to enjoy their lives as they pleased. You weren’t an active feminist… nor bash guys on twitter to prove a point. 

You were someone in–between. 

Someone who was willing to listen to both sides yet, call out the other if it’s blatant ignorance or discrimination. And in this case… you’d call ‘sides’ with women… look, It wasn’t like you had a bias towards guys— or you do. Based on some uncomfortable experiences with some— you just… dislike them! Not that bad, right?

 

It wasn’t like the whole world would turn on you because of that. 

…there could be a possibility. Maybe. It depends, really.

What can you say? You’d never shown that much concern for boys— heck! Ever since 10 years ago, you already had a type for green flags, who’d understand your current dilemma. Opting to provide a semblance of comfort and safety whenever you need it, without asking for it. So maybe, you’re heavily into fictional men who’d actually treat you right, and understand your lack of knowledge in the field of romance. 

So maybe, you like the quiet guy– Megumi Fushiguro, the new student in your grade. He sat farther from you but you would never look past his dark spikey locks— ones that'll leave you questioning if it was real or fake— his emerald eyes glinting in boredom. His stupidly long lashes that makes your stomach churn whenever he’d flutter it your way. His marble–like face: clear, unlike yours: acne marks. Blemishes. Dull–sunken eyes. Frizzy, unkempt hair. Protruding bangs that stab your pores in every direction. 

Imperfections, that hinders your full potential to be pretty. 

The potential to be called pretty everyday— in–waking conscious and subconscious— the potential to be called pretty by Megumi Fushiguro .

So maybe, you fell in love. Or found a crush… with the guy next room (Eugh, as a 15 year old? Are you serious?) So! maybe, you finally liked someone after years of cringing and avoiding dance partners. Maybe you were actually compatible with a guy like him…? (WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! YOU AREN’T READY FOR COMMITMENT!!!?) Orr, you're being delusional. 

Stupidly and idiotically delusional. Yep, that would explain this tingle of emotion whenever you’d peer at Megumi, finding his gaze straight at you; or the burning ‘sation of his fingers brushing against yours; Megumi’s small smile at your squawking laughter— YUP. COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DELUSIONAL. FEELING INFATUATED AND ONLY LIKING THE IDEA O– 

“Is [name] here?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

You blink out of your reverie— [eye c.] flickering to him. Heart stuttering at the resting–pout you always display; your sunken eyes. Pale [lip c.] slightly–chapped and dry. Pinkish cheeks as little bumps curve around them. Bangs tipping up–sideways. Brows knitted, and oh, he wishes he could rub the space between them. Your figure warming his ivory cheeks—  looking up to Megumi standing outside the classroom’s door, his jacket in–hand as he awkwardly stands there. 

Standing up, you saunter over to Megumi. Smiling as you gently reach for his jacket— the material searing your skin in a strange sensation— thanking him and hugging it close to your chest. He nods calmly. Promptly leaving for homeroom, a few doors down. 

NOBARA AND Yuuji watched— the brunette choking the boy’s neck. Trying to cease the burst of butterflies as she cheered silently. Yuuji grasped the door’s frame tightly, cracking the wood– crying in tears at Megumi’s ‘first’ move— “Thanks, Megumi.” [name] smiled, causing the male to visibly stiffen, silently nodding as he turned away: rosy cheeks as he sighs dreamily. Bubbles of warmth exploding in his guts. A smile on a normally scowling–Megumi. 

CRACK!

“AAAA! YUUJI BROKE THE DOOR!?!” Megumi’s eyes widened, lips twitching in disdain “The fuck?! Does he have a Gorilla grip or su—” 

“He can gorilla grip deez nu—” 

“WAAAHH, FUSHIGUROOOO!!!!!!” The two exclaim. Dramatically crying as Megumi scowls. Irritated and annoyed at the prospect of those two idiots—

 “Oi–” suddenly bombarded by the two breaching his boundary.

“WHEN'S THE WEDDING?”

“I’M THE BEST MAN, RIGHT?”

“I’M GONNA BE THE BEST AUNT!” 

“W-wha—” 

“HOW MANY KIDS?!!!” 

“I need 5 children, which needs to be ALL GIRLS.” 

“All girls?!?! WHAT ABOUT BOYS HUH, YOU MISANDRIST.” 

“AT LEAST I’M NOT A PERVERT–” 

“I'LL LET YOU KNOW. I'M A VERY RESPECTFUL AND KIN—”

“TO EVERY GIRL WHO ISNT JENNIFER LAWRENCE.” 

“THIS IS SO UNFAIR! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL HOW HOT SHE IS.”

“My fucking god. Will you two ever stop screaming?” SMACK 2X

“OW!”   “ABUSER!!” 

SLAP!!!

PULLING THE clothing over your head, you check yourself over the mirror: jacket a denim color. Fitting snugly against your hips— Stomach fluttering as you catch the scent of sugared almond–vanilla; It wasn’t strong nor faint. Sweetly pleasant, too. Does he use Burberry Brit? 

“Huh?”  You freeze. Hiding your flushing face. 

(What the hell are you thinking?!!? You aren’t even together, dumbass! You’re borrowing it because you asked— not because he willingly gave it…to you…) 

And somehow. your stomach dulled; butterflies turning to flies as they buzz. Buzz, and buzz. You’d understand if he doesn’t feel the same– maybe, you were reading into this encounter a little. Little would be an understatement. Would it be possible to be anxious about a guy? Yes definitely. But! It's not like he’s done anything bad… he was just helping out! He’s a friend of yours, so get that in your head. 

You’re just delusional. A hopeless romantic who never knew what it’s like to actually love someone— heck! This might be infatuation and not actually him doing a lot of stuff for you because he wants to— 

didn’t you hear he loves someone else? (..really?) 

You cringed. Dismissing your thoughts, “he’s not even mine. And this is how I think of him? God. This is embarrassing.” you sigh. You’re never gonna get accustomed to love, huh.

unedited,,; 997 words.

°⋆.࿔*:･}} I don't know man. Having a crush is so weird. Anyways!!! Hope you enjoyed this mess I wrote to express bits of emotions I felt :DD

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[lavender--fairy]

i personal feel that this the problem a lot us are probably facing and thinking. i feel this is a topic to be discussed rather than saying "you have it now, the 4D is the only thing that matters, 3D is a reflection... blah blah blah". we should also consider the people who's struggling and suffering from serious mental health issues even though they know the LAW OF ASSUMPTION.

let's say they want to manifest good grade and their test is tomorrow they have nothing prepared so they just 'try' to manifest, claim it and sustain in that assumption and the next day they go to school with full hope and they doesn't know a single thing in that paper and yep they get a bad grade and get discouraged. i know i know, you be like circumstances don't matter it's because that is what you assume. if they were so passionate and hopeful about that why did they get a bad grade? many of them haven't even manifested a thing so far they get easily discouraged and give up. then they be like "let me revise it" and nothing is happening again, this shit is going on loop.

WE NEED TO STOP THIS SHIT!

the blogs and stuffs say that the 4D is real and the 3D is not important it's just a reflection. let's say your bills are due in an hour or so days and you gonna pay the 4D money? hell nah. what's the point of having it in the 4D if you're homeless and your stomach is empty. you say manifestation is instant, if it is so why isn't my assumptions not hardened into facts? we assume a lot of things and not seeing them get real pisses us off.

now let's take an example, i want a complete 360 turn of my entire life like nothing is same as before. i want to be in a different country, have different name, have different job, have different appearance, have different personalities, have different friends, have different family ...... everything is just different. and then I assume like "okay, I'm going to count to ten and when it reaches one when i open my eyes my reality is completely changed" (assumed) and then i do that and nothing changed and i gave up.

this is what is happening for a lot of us and it's even harder when they're a beginner to concious manifesting or haven't consciously manifested anything before on will.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THIS THE CASE YOU'RE GOING THROUGH? WHAT WILL BE YOUR PIECE OF ADVICE.

if i make rules and if I assume that thing it's going to be like that why isn't it changing?

heyy butterbean!! listen i understand what you are trying to say and i really wanna help you out and i want you to cooperate with me alright? because its really hard after you've just rejected all the basic advice yk please let me help you. I want you to imagine something you truly desire, don't try to feel anything or try to follow any "rules", you don't have to,literally no rules, no "have tos" just imagine it being done, imagine the end. Like for instance imagine you having a different name, imagine someone calling you your desired name, or lets talk df imagine being confident and looking in the mirror and literally not being able to find a flaw, like maybe you dont like your nose right now and you think if you have straight teeth you'd look pretty but when you imagine you aren't even able to find something you want to change. Imagine people turning heads and imagine being confident doing things you are insecure doing now, imagine catching your reflection in a mirror or a store window and just feeling so happy that you look sooo good. Doesn't it feel nice ( if you feel nothing yet try this meditation ) ?? thats what you want to do everytime you think about your desire and in no time it will reflect, i promise, neville promises, the law promises. Moving on to

"you have it now, the 4D is the only thing that matters, 3D is a reflection... blah blah blah". I know you are frustrated but this is the law, thats how it works. 3D IS a reflection and there is nothing you or i and do about it, and its a good thing because if it is a reflection and if it reflects me than i can change myself. And ik you are gonna be mad reading this because you either don't know how to change self or you've tried different methods and nothing worked, well let me tell you something. The way to change self is by doing what YOU WANT in your mind, not what you think YOU HAVE TO , not what you think YOU SHOULD but what you WANT. Remove all the rules and do exactly what you want and then only will you be able to change self and it will be 100% reflected back, don't worry about it, you can always trust that. More about this (i love this post btw)

Another thing i notice is that you lack faith, do you really trust the law? do you fully believe that what you imagine will be reflected?? now dont be anxious if the answer is no because you can build your faith over time, and to do that manifest random things, just test it with anything you like, something small maybe or maybe try the ladder experiment. "the blogs and stuffs say that the 4D is real and the 3D is not important it's just a reflection. let's say your bills are due in an hour or so days and you gonna pay the 4D money?"

well if i ever am in that situation i will fulfill my desire of paying the bill and trust it fully and then watch it happen. And you can do it too, seriously if you think i wish i could imagine with ease, then do that, who's stopping you? the 3d? no no no the 3d isnt your obstacle, it isn't stopping you from imagining what you want...infact it will change as soon as you change self. Its you, really. Just fulfill your desire, and have faith.

Read edward art, drink some cold water, take a deep breath and release it with a sigh, stretch a little, you have got this !! hopefully this helps in one way or another.

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[roseluxxx]

GHOSTIN

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

warnings: cursing, hispanics, part 1

word count: 1.1k

summary: sent to a town to finish a report, the ghost he’s living with decides.. maybe he should stay

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes. The last truck is finally ready to move with all the latest equipment needed for this study; it cannot be procrastinated any longer, O’Hara.”

“Ay dios mío.” the scientist ran his fingers through his hair, eyes wide at the news that the “months away” move to a reclusive house in a far away “no-name” town was tomorrow.

This was technically his fault as his reluctance to complete the report on “Gene Growth Combined Experiment 4 (chemical X42): A conclusion on the development of the embryo.” as the full title stated, finally caught up to him.

He had just been busy developing the Spider-Anthropoid’s final stages; an equally important trial study to him, but not so much to Alchemax.

“You have a month at most, I will try to advocate for an extended stay but it’s in your best interest to finish this conclusion report swiftly. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Wonderful. Now get out of my office O’Hara, the driver will take you to your place and pick you up nice and early tomorrow. Be ready.”

Miguel fought back his taunting remark and left the cold, heartless office.

His work was important. If successful it would create the first human-spider hybrid combination and create an endless amount of possibilities. Ideally to improve the state of the common person, but he wasn’t naive enough to not think it wouldn’t be used for military advances.

“What time tomorrow?”

“9am sharp. Won’t be me though, my friend Gus will he here.” The driver glacéd in the rear view mirror as he pulled up to the window filled penthouse Miguel had the luxury to live in.

“None of my business, sir, but a word from my eavesdropping on the men who I chauffeured earlier.. apparently your new short term living space comes with a rumored “ghost friend”.”

Miguel scoffed, grabbing his coat and laying a few bucks in the drivers’ outstretched hand as he opened the car door, “If it’s none of your business then stay out of it,” he exited the car, “but thanks, chismoso.”

The next morning Miguel snatched the suitcases he packed, shut his blinds and locked his door, making his way to the waiting Taxi.

“Be ‘bout a 20 minute drive to the airport, sir, including traffic.”

He grunted in response, looking out the window as he half listened to the clearly extroverted mans’ essay on his new city’s attractions.

“Yep. But I did hear about that ghost in your house. Good luck with that.”

Miguel’s ears perked up. Ghost? All this talk about this damn ghost was getting him annoyed. Even if there’s such a thing as ther paranormal, he won’t be bothering them and subsequently they don’t have to bother him. Easy.

The yellow cab pulled up to the front of the airport, crowded as usual, and the broad man reluctantly gripped his belongings, giving the world another sigh before preparing himself for a 2 hour flight.

The keys were old, silver, the three individual ones clinging against each other as Miguel pulled them out of the mailbox, a letter falling to the ground.

To Current Renters,

Please note that this property is built on a solid foundation and the doors are properly built into the door frame.

A house is built with consideration to weather events so a very slight creak/sway is expected and not worrying.

It prevents the house from being too stiff and allows for a longer lifespan.

The windows may also be slightly loose within the window frame so feel free to lock them if the draft becomes too much.

No need to report noises either as the walls may run a little thin and animal calls can sound like humans if you are listening through a surface like a wall.

All this to say do not call us to report noises, wind, or creaking in the house.

Sincerely,

(for real.. do not contact us with these issues)

The Owner - Stephen Vincent

He opened the door on his second try, figuring the other keys lead to some kind of garage or safe. The door swung open with a small groan, almost apprehensive with his arrival.

The house itself was comfortable. A glass sliding door across the living space connected to large windows showcasing the beauty forests have to offer; a patio sitting beyond the door.

The kitchen was adorned with dark gray marble tops and a gray and white overall aesthetic for the counters and appliances. It was simple, classy, exactly what his boss thought would allow his mind to stay focused on his task.

Speaking of, the office space had been pre-turned into a small research center complete with the necessary chemicals, equipment, and state of the art technology. If he hadn’t known better he would’ve thought he had a whole mother experiment to conduct while he only needed to draw the conclusions in a consiste report.

That would be left for later, though. He entered what seemed to be his room. Comfortable. A light grey and white with a calming blue pop of color in the decor. Good enough.

Once his luggage had been felt with, he returned to the kitchen to find his fridge already stocked. Perfect.

He began a simple meal of blanco arroz con pollo frito when you saw him. Another one. Only one this time though. He should be easy enough.

You moved closer, getting a better look at this intruder. Immediately you noticed he was handsome, worth a second glance at least. He was toned beyond anyone who had set foot here before, a calm, concentrated expression settling on his face as he seasoned his chicken.

Miguel was dealing with the hot stove, his loungewear on that had just enough coverage to keep him warm when he stopped abruptly, feeling a chill run down his arm.

He dismissed it quickly. It was a new house to him and the air outside cooled drastically at night, a soft draft probably crept in. Big deal.

You decided rather quickly to let him stay for a bit. He was charming, exactly your type if you were honest with yourself which, ofcourse, you’d rather not be when said man barged into your home unannounced.

“You hold my interest,” you peaked at a blue ALCHEMAX security card, seeing the name Miguel O’Hara and the same man that was humming softly as he finished frying his dinner smiling up at you, “I’ll be watching, Miguel O’Hara.”

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This is part 1 to my new GHOSTIN series! Feel free to comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Kate Bishop x male deadpool!reader (featuring Jeff the land shark)

● "you can't bring a shark in here!"

● "why not?! he's not dangerous he's a good boy! He's basically a dog!" you yell back at the woman scolding you

● you brought Jeff to the dog park looking to make some friends but the other park goers were not thrilled to have a land shark around their pets

● when Kate and Lucky show up Jeff is alone in the corner of the park looking sad cause none of the dogs want to play with him

● but as soon as Lucky is off his leash he runs straight to Jeff and they start playing

● "look they are best friends!" You say approaching his owner

● "um… is that a shark?" She asks

● "yep, his name is Jeff and im Y/N"

● "okay, well I'm Kate and that's Lucky the pizza dog"

● "ooh Jeff and I love pizza you want to get a slice together?"

● "well he's not the weirdest thing I've seen this week so sure"

● after letting Jeff and Lucky play together for a while you guys go get pizza

● "you look really familiar have we met before?" You ask Kate when it hits, "wait a minute… you're the new hawkeye!"

● "I know I don't exactly keep my real identity a secret but I also try not to shout it to pizzerias full of people"

● "Oh its okay, I'm Deadpool maybe you've heard of me"

● "aren't you the guy that jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge fighting taskmaster"

● "that's me! that was technically the fourth time I died and I also found out taskmaster is a really good swimmer but don't tell anyone he ended up getting away, I have a reputation to maintain"

● "you're weird… I like it"

● you and Kate become really good friends

● Jeff and Lucky have play dates all the time

● Jeff has a friend and you have an excuse to see Kate because you are not so secretly crushing on her

● teaming up on missions and being a force to be reckoned with

● between Kate's arrows and your swords the bad guys never know what to expect

● although when Yelena is in town you and her are a chaotic mess that Kate is always cleaning up after

● "guys was it really necessary to break in through the giant glass window… the door was unlocked"

● "yeah but going through the window was way more badass"

● "he's right Kate Bishop, window is way cooler than unlocked door"

● "Y/N you literally have a giant piece of glass in your neck"

● you feel the big glass shard in your neck and casually pull it out, blood spurting out "it's fine, that'll heal"

● going for long walks together with Jeff and Lucky

● everyone stares at Jeff but he just keeps walking confidently besides Lucky

● you and Kate have plenty of matching outfits for them

● you finally ask Kate out with a plater of tacos shaped in a heart

● "Kate Bishop will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

● before Kate can say anything Jeff jumps up and grabs the platter, tacos falling everywhere with Jeff and Lucky eating as many as they can

● "Jeff! Dude! Those were for Kate!"

● "Y/N, it's okay," she says laughing, "and yes I will go out on a date with you"

#marvel imagine #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #x male reader #headcanons

[bro-atz]

work trips don't have to be boring

in which: you are on a business trip and get to know san really well

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 4k

content: smut, corporate!au, hotel sex, completely consensual!

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Here’s the thing about going on a work trip: you think it’s going to be amazing since you get to stay in a fancy hotel and experience luxury, but the truth is that you’re there to work. There is no lounging by the hotel pool, no excursions to visit local markets, no opportunities to explore the city, nothing. Only work.

The second you arrived at the hotel, you immediately got to work. You barely had time to dump your luggage in your room before shuffling downstairs to Conference Room A, which was already filled with people from the different locations of your company. You quickly managed to find a seat in between two rakishly good looking guys and glued your eyes to the presenter, who was another good looking guy.

“Welcome all! My name is Kim Hongjoong, and I will be talking to you all about several new products that the company plans on rolling out in the next several months,” the man, Hongjoong, introduced himself and immediately started his presentation.

The presentation was informative, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sleepy. After all, you had to take a red-eye out to the city, and it was only a two hour flight, which meant that you barely got time to sleep on the plane. What’s worse was that you didn’t even have the time to get coffee. As you sat in your seat and slowly felt yourself nodding off, you felt someone poke your thigh. You looked to your side to see the good looking man to your right holding out a piece of candy of some sort. You eyed him then the candy as he willed you to take it. You held out your hand, and he placed the candy in your hand gently, the label of the candy facing up and telling you that it was a coffee candy— caffeinated.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“Anytime.”

You popped the candy into your mouth and turned your attention back to Hongjoong, the candy keeping you awake all the way through the end of the meeting. As he walked back and forth and in between the circle of tables, you followed his movement, only for your eyes to land on someone across the circle. He had broad shoulders and sharp eyes, which you only saw when he took off his glasses. You felt your heart flutter as you watched him run his fingers through his hair. The man simply did not seem real— he was too beautiful to be real, at least that’s what you convinced yourself. You had to tear your eyes away from him to focus on the presentation. You were there to work, after all, not ogle.

After the meeting ended, you mingled with the other employees in the room. Apparently, the CEO only invited one upper management representative from each location, so you were meeting a bunch of new people. The guy next to you, the one that gave you the coffee candy, introduced himself as Jeong Yunho.

“Thank you again for the candy. That really helped,” you thanked him profusely.

“No worries! I actually almost fell asleep during one of these meetings before, and the candy really saved my ass. I carry it on me all the time,” Yunho chuckled.

As you and Yunho conversed, the guy who sat on the other side of you joined in on your conversation.

“Oh, this is Park Seonghwa. He works in the location in this city,” Yunho introduced the other man to you.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Seonghwa shook your hand, his soft hand tickling you slightly, raising a slight blush to your cheeks.

“So, how long have you been working with the company? I haven’t seen you here before,” Yunho asked you.

“Uh, I’ve been with the company for almost five years now, but I just got into this higher position,” you explained.

“Wow, you worked your way up the ladder, then?” Seonghwa was shocked.

“Yep. I was part time in college, then became full time after.”

“That’s some serious dedication,” Yunho acknowledged.

There was a brief silence before Seonghwa realized something and said, “Hey, wait. You should join us tonight.”

“Us?”

“Well, me, Yunho, Hongjoong, and a couple other guys from the different locations.”

“Yeah, we have this ritual of going to the hotel pool the first night and unwinding before the rest of the week kicks our asses,” Yunho added.

“Sounds like fun! I’m in.”

Luckily, you had the mind to pack your swimsuit before leaving for your work trip. You kind of assumed that you wouldn’t have the time to enjoy yourself on this trip, but you packed it just in case, and that gamble definitely paid off. So, after dinner, you put on your swimsuit and wore the cover up that came with the set before making your way down to the pool.

You weren’t expecting the little get together being a total sausage fest, so when you arrived to see only men, you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious in the sexy swimwear set you were wearing. The second you spotted Yunho and Seonghwa, though, you felt a little better. You immediately approached them and greeted them.

“Wow, you look nice,” Seonghwa complimented with a smile.

“Thanks, but why didn’t you tell me that I would be the only woman?”

“Huh, I guess it slipped my mind, but don’t worry! I promise you that you’ll fit right in,” Yunho tried to assure you.

You, Seonghwa, and Yunho all sat at the edge of the pool next to a man who introduced himself as Jongho, and the four of you dipped your legs into the cold water as you watched Hongjoong frolic in the water with four other men.

“Hey,” you whispered to Seonghwa. “Who are the other four guys?”

“Let’s see… Well, the insanely tall one is Mingi. He’s a manager at the branch in the neighboring city. The one who won’t stop screaming is Wooyoung. He’s the most recent transfer to the company. Yeosang, the one that Wooyoung keeps dunking in the water, is the guy who got Wooyoung into the company in the first place.”

“And the guy with the broad shoulders?”

“That’s San. He’s the MVP of the company. His branch is the most successful.”

Seonghwa continued to explain each of their roles, but you tuned him out. You couldn’t help but stare at the guy with the broad shoulders— San. He, along with Yeosang and Wooyoung, were splashing water everywhere, and out of everyone in the pool, he seemed to be the one sparkling the most. You couldn’t help but swoon upon seeing his cheerful face, his cute dimples accentuating the sharp features on his face. You didn’t want to stare, but it just seemed too impossible to stop.

A dark, lusty feeling stirred within you as he got out of the pool, the rest of his chiseled torso bright as day. What’s worse was that he decided to get out of the pool right next to you, so you had an extra clear shot of everything including the drops of pool water shimmering on his lightly tanned skin. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off before his eyes locked on you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before,” San said to you as he took a seat right next to you.

“Oh, yeah. This is my first conference,” you cleared your throat, hoping that your voice wouldn’t crack on you— that’s how nervous you were sitting next to this ethereal being.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Choi San,” he said as he held his hand out.

You shook his hand and introduced yourself to him, a beautiful smile appearing on his face as he heard your name.

“That’s a beautiful name. It suits you.”

“Thanks…” you mumbled shyly.

You kept your gaze down— you couldn’t maintain your eye contact with him. His eyes were so intense that you felt like it would melt you. You instantly regretted keeping your head down because you ended up seeing his waist and immediately noticed that he was definitely packing. You pursed your lips to keep it together, but the lust only intensified. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like for him to abuse you with whatever he was hiding in his swim trunks, and the thought of him hovering above you with his intense gaze and a smirk on his face made your toes tingle.

"So, what did you think about the products?” San asked, snapping you out of your daydream of stripping him down and ravishing him.

“Oh, uh, they seem promising,” you managed to answer.

“I just hope that the marketing team does a better job in promotions. The last product could have been so much more successful.”

“Yeah…”

San kept talking about work, but you couldn’t engage in the conversation properly. You were trying your best to return to normalcy, and luckily, you were able to when Seonghwa entered the conversation.

“Don’t let Hongjoong catch you saying those things, San. You remember how he completely blew up on the last guy,” Seonghwa warned.

“Fuck, you’re right. I’ll stop.”

Hearing profanities leave San’s mouth undid any progress you made on controlling your limbic system, and when San leaned over to you whisper something into Seonghwa’s ear, you felt your insides scramble. It took everything in you to keep from grabbing San’s beautiful face and kissing him intensely.

“Want to go for a swim?” San placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of yet another trance.

“S-sure…”

San got up and walked away from the big pool, causing you to scramble to get up and follow him. The other men were hanging out by the deep end while you and San were at the shallow end. San hopped into the pool and held his hand out for you to take as you draped your swimsuit cover on one of the nearby chairs. The second your fingers touched his palm, he grabbed you and pulled you into the pool quickly, water flying everywhere as he caught you before your face could hit the water.

“Dude!” You gasped as you pushed yourself away from his embrace. “Were you trying to drown me?”

“Maybe,” he responded with a smirk.

“Why?!”

“Because then I’d get to perform CPR on you.”

You felt your face get extremely hot. You pushed yourself a little further away from him, but his strong arms kept you from leaving and brought you closer to his chest.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me earlier?” San asked, his low voice ringing in your ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you breathed out.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You tried to turn your head away, but San wasn’t having it. He held your chin between his fingers and brought your lips to his. His lips were soft, supple. His lips enveloped your lower lip and sucked lightly, causing shivers to run down your spine. His fingers traced the small of your back, your back arching at his touch, pushing you further into him. Your hands, which were once resting on his shoulders, were now planted in the roots of the hair on the back of his head, the other hand resting on his chest.

Suddenly, you realized that you and San were not alone. You broke off the chain of kisses and said, “Wait, but what about—“

You cut yourself off as you realized that the other seven men were nowhere to be found. “What?” San asked.

“Where did they go?”

“I told them to buzz off.”

“When?”

“When I whispered in Seonghwa’s ear. You know, I leaned over you to tell him something,” San’s voice got quieter as he leaned back into you, his nose grazing your jawline.

You couldn’t help but stifle a moan as San’s lips proceeded to trail light kisses down your neck to your collarbone. His hands, which were once wrapped around your waist, moved down slowly, his hands now resting on your ass. The movement of the water stimulated you even more as San started walking you to the edge of the pool. A deep exhale left his body after sharing an extremely passionate kiss with you. He leaned back, and the two of you stared at each other. You could hear blood rushing to your ears as he brushed your wet hair away from your face. His touch was feathery soft, and you just wanted to feel that touch on every single part of your body.

“Why don’t we take this elsewhere? I’m sure you would much rather like to continue in a place that has no cameras,” San said in a quiet voice.

Hyperaware of the fact that you and this man that you just met were being extremely intimate in such a public place, you nodded and got out of the pool with San. Within minutes, the two of you made it to your hotel room, your fingers fumbling with the room key before entering.

You entered the room first, San closing the door behind him. Although your swimsuit was still fairly wet, you sat on the bed anyway. You turned on the light to the bedside lamp as San turned off the bright room lights, setting the mood. You looked at him approaching the bed slowly, only to realize that San grabbed your cover up and set it on one of the chairs in the room.

“Oh, thank you. I forgot about that,” you told him.

“Anytime.”

San sat on the bed next to you, his hand resting behind you on the bed as he leaned closer to you. His other hand slid the strap of your bikini off your shoulder, his lips making contact with your newly exposed skin. You inhaled sharply as he grabbed your waist. His lips trailed up your neck and to your lips. His hand that was resting on the bed went to the band of your bikini, his fingers slipping under. Despite the bikini being tight and soaking wet, San was able to quickly get you out of your top. Your breasts glistened in the dim lights of the hotel room. He leaned his body weight onto you, pinning you to the bed as his lips continued to ravish yours. He firmly kneaded one of your breasts, his other hand slipping your bottoms off.

Your entire body flushed as he rubbed his fingers over your sweet spot. He released your lips to say cockily, “I can’t tell if you’re wet because of me or the pool.”

“Shut up,” you bit out before pulling him back in to kiss him as if your life depended on it.

A sudden moan left your body as you felt his thick fingers rush into you. He was being a little rough, but you loved it— you were here for it. His lips released yours, allowing you to let out breathy moans as his fingers continued entering and exiting you quickly and powerfully. San refused to let up, and soon, you felt yourself arriving at your climax, your entire body shuddering as you let the wave of ecstasy take over you.

“Don’t lose steam on me, yet. We still have ways to go,” San told you as he noticed you breathing heavily and leaning away.

He quickly removed his swim trunks before grabbing your shins and pushing himself in between your legs. You noticed earlier that he was packing, but you didn’t realize that what he was packing wasn’t just big and thick, but bigger and thicker than you were imagining.

“W-wait, what— Ah!”

Before you could prepare yourself or get San to wait like you asked, he pushed into you slowly. You felt like your insides were getting ripped apart the further he went inside you. His dick throbbed within you, and you felt like it got bigger when you bit your lower lip to keep from crying out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” San groaned, his dick still sliding into you.

“You’re just fucking huge,” you shot back, earning a slight chuckle from him.

“Should I stop, then?”

“Fuck no.”

San smirked, then nodded. He leaned forward and left you with another mind-numbing, amazing kiss. His hands supported your thighs and pushed your knees up, letting him go even further into you. You could barely keep your teary eyes open as you felt San finally filling you up completely. You couldn’t help but gasp when he moved out slowly, the feeling driving you insane. San grunted as he took it slow while you moaned with every slight movement of his. Your cries of pleasure only got louder as he gradually quickened his pace. You flung your head back and grabbed onto the sheets beneath you as the entire bed squeaked with every powerful thrust of his. His hands held onto your waist and pulled you closer to him as his hips slapped against yours.

“Oh, God!” You cried as San lifted your back slightly, hitting you at a new, more pleasurable angle.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” San asked, the creaking of the bed nearly drowning out his words.

You nodded and whimpered. His wet hair shielded his eyes as he sped up, his breathing getting faster. You could see his jaw tense, which, for some reason, did it for you. You felt yourself about to cum again, and it was only when San suddenly pulled out that you felt that wave of pleasure overcome you once again. The two of you moaned loudly as San finished on your breasts.

“Oh… My Fucking God… San…” you breathed out as he collapsed on the bed next to you. “That was amazing.”

“It really was…” San agreed.

You felt his arms wrap around you, his nose press into the nook of your neck, and his crotch press against your ass. You shifted slightly in his arms, trying to get a little more comfortable in his embrace. As you moved, though, your ass rubbed against his dick, and you felt him go hard once again.

“You should take responsibility for what you’ve done,” San whispered in your ear, causing a rush of heat to run through your body once again.

For the remainder of the work trip, you and San kept bumping into each other at every single conference, and the two of you couldn’t help but silently flirt every time you ran into each other. Sometimes he would brush his hand against the small of your back, sometimes you would link pinkies with him, but every night for that week, the two of you would end up in either his room or your room for a night of insatiable lust.

The work trip ended on Friday, but you and San extended your stay at the hotel for another two nights. You were already planning on staying the weekend so you could explore the city, but San didn’t allow you to do that (not that you had a problem with it).

“Suck,” he ordered.

You were kneeling on his bed, and he was standing before you completely naked. You held your hair up, only for San to take over for you. He held your hair by the roots and lifted your hair out of the way as you slowly took him into your mouth. San groaned sensually. You felt his hand start to push you further into him, his dick nearly hitting the back of your throat. The corners of your mouth stung  as you moved along his length. As your pace quickened, you heard his breathing hitch.

“You feel so fucking good,” San groaned.

After a couple more thrusts, San let go of your hair and held your jaw with his hand, pushing you away from him. He came on your face with a loud sigh of relief, covering you in his white, sticky cum. You wiped some off your nose and licked your fingers. San watched you, his face flushing pink. As you grabbed a napkin to clean the rest of your face, San got to work on your blouse. He sucked painfully hard on your neck as he unbuttoned your blouse quickly. You tugged your shirt off after he completely exposed your torso, and he took your bra off. He sucked on your nipples, his teeth lightly biting down and tugging your nipples upwards. You gasped as you felt his hand squeeze your other breast. A whimper escaped your lips when he pulled himself away from you. Without a moment to lose, he slipped your skirt off of you, allowing you to remove your panties. As soon as you both were stark naked, San knelt on the bed, but before he could pin you down, you pulled him down so that you were above him.

“How sexy of you,” San commented.

“Shut up,” you shot right back before sticking your tongue down his throat.

San pushed himself up slightly so that his back was resting against the headboard. He positioned his dick as you rubbed your clit against the tip. You felt his dick quiver against your touch, and you could feel him impatiently waiting to enter you. You released his lips and leaned back, placing him right at your entrance before sitting slowly. You could hear mutter profanities under his breath as you went down slowly. You still were not used to the girth of his dick as you lowered yourself onto him, a long moan leaving your lungs.

Holding your waist tightly, San assisted. He pushed your waist down as he thrusted his hips up, creating loud slaps that echoed throughout the room. Your yelps also echoed in the room as he brought you down with such great force that you felt like he could pierce right through you. You felt him even more when he pushed himself up completely. He sat on his knees and continued thrusting into you without letting his pace up. His dick seemed to be getting bigger with every thrust, and you felt like he was going to split you open.

You only had a slight moment of relief when he pinned you on the bed, but his thrusts slowed down and got more powerful, your entire body lurching with his force.

“I’m going to cum!” You cried out as you flung your head back into the bed.

"Fuck, me too.” San added through gritted teeth.

With one final thrust, the two of you came together.  San pulled out and leaned away from you, but you didn’t want him to be so far away. You reached for his arm and pulled him back down, your other hand caressing his face. His sweet lips pressed against yours as you shared a lovely passionate kiss. You liked how his hand familiarly wrapped around you and held you close despite how sweaty and hot the two of you were. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed you over and over again, a little giggle leaving your lips in between each kiss.

You pulled away from him and sat up, San remaining on the bed with his back pressed into the duvet.

“Again?”

“I don’t see why not. We don’t have to check out for another couple hours.”

After the two of you checked out from the hotel, you stood outside the entrance and talked quietly for a bit.

“Do you have to take a flight out?” San asked you.

“Yeah. What about you?”

“I’m driving. It’s only a three hour drive.”

“Oh…”

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. San must’ve noticed the look on your face since he grabbed your hand, willing you to look up at him. “I can drive you to the airport, if you’d like.”

“That’d be nice. Thank you.”

You got to know each other in the car ride to the airport. You found out that he has an older sister, and that he comes from a happy family. You learned that he learned martial arts growing up, that he loves to read and watch shows, and that he would do anything for chocolate. He told you stories about what it’s like at his branch, and you shared stories about yours. Unfortunately, the ride to the airport was short, and you only had so much time to get out of his car and head inside.

“I had a lovely time,” you told him.

“As did I.”

A brief silence settled between the two of you before he said softly, “I would love to see you again.”

“Same…”

He pulled out his wallet and took a little white card out. He handed the card to you and said, “Come visit my branch one of these days, okay?”

Holding the card to your chest, you nodded. He stretched his arms out, willing you to hug him. You couldn’t help but breathe in his sweet scent as you buried your face in his chest. You didn’t want the hug to end, but the officers on duty were starting to yell at the two of you. Reluctantly, you left his hug and waved goodbye before heading into the airport.

As you strolled your luggage to the ticketing counter, you looked at his card. His business card was so beautiful, just like him. You flipped the card over and saw that he had handwritten something with a blue pen— his personal phone number and a little message.

Lets hook up again soon, okay babe? ;)

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