#i made the first one my lockscreen i think these are so charming:')

[likedovesinthewindd]

2:54 AM

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: you want to know why peter's been distant lately.

warning: injuries, mentions of typical spiderman violence yk, my inability to write a crime accurately (don't look into it too much), reader's a little oblivious to the obvious.

wc: ± 3000

a/n: i hate this endingg!!!! but i need this out of my drafts. let's also pretend that this trope is so original and not overused at all lmao. requests open:)

The incessant ticking of the clock above your head was beginning to piss you off.

The small restaurant was fairly busy, no one would've even be able to hear it, but you'd chosen the table next to the window–the one with the clock hanging on the wall adjacent to the big glass pane. You'd chosen this table because it was Peter's favorite. He loved watching the bustling city outside as the two of you enjoyed your meals.

You'd think that after living in the city as long as he has, that the scenery would have bore him by now, but he absolutely loved people watching. He could spend hours sitting outside on the rooftop or by the big window in your bedroom, just staring down at the people and cars going about their day or night. He could find entertainment in some of the most mundane activities, and that was one of the many things you adored about your boyfriend.

Right now, however, it was hard to think of how you much you adored him, but rather how mad you were at him. Tonight was your and Peter's six month anniversary, and although you weren't one to celebrate every little milestone, Peter had insisted that you go out for the night. Ironic, since he's not even here right now you thought.

You looked down at your wristwatch, almost in a way to spite the big one that hung right above you, and checked the time. It was a forty-eight minutes past eight. You'd been sitting here for almost 50 minutes waiting for Peter to show up.

You checked your phone, praying he had left a message saying that he was on his way, that he was just running late, but the empty lockscreen staring back at you only made a knot form deep in your belly.

Wait till nine, your mind tried convincing you. He's probably just really caught up at work. So you waited impatiently, your heeled foot nearly tapping a hole into the restaurant floor. After a few more minutes, your waitress approached your table. This was her second time at your table; she had come around first at around twenty minutes past eight, and you had kindly asked her to give you some more time, because you were waiting for someone.

You could see the pity on her face, her probably thinking you got stood up. But you weren't getting stood up, because Peter was just a bit late, and in a few minutes he'd walk through the door and the two of you'd enjoy a wonderful dinner. At least, that's what you were trying to convince yourself.

"Are you ready to order ma'am?" the waitress asked politely. You shook your head, putting on your most convincing smile. "No not yet, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he'll be here any minute," you said. The pity on her face only seemed to increase. She gave you a weak smile and a nod, and went on her way to help another table.

You glanced up at the small TV that was displayed against the wall on the other side of the small restaurant. It was replaying an old football game from the previous week, before being interrupted by a local news channel's lives broadcast. The TV was muted, but you could see the headline at the bottom of the screen in big bold letters as the reporter stood gesturing at the scene behind her:

SPIDER-MAN TO THE RESCUE ONCE AGAIN

The fact that the city quite literally had it's own superhero always amazed you. Here this random guy was, jumping around in a blue and red suit, fighting bad guys and catching criminals, basically doing the cops' jobs and for free.

You've never had any personal encounters with the elusive hero, but you've heard enough stories from people about him, about how charming and slightly cocky he was and how they so desperately wanted to know who hid beneath the mask. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit curious to know too.

On the screen you could see Spider-Man lowering people from the second floor of some building by his webs. After lowering everyone to safety, he dissappeared back inside the building. It seemed to be some kind of hostage situation, people scurrying around confusedly and police cars surrounding the building.

You were so enthralled by the scene playing out on the screen that you hadn't noticed how much time had passed. When you looked at the little clock being displayed in the corner of the TV, your heart sank once again.

21:05

It was five minutes past nine, and no Peter in sight. You could feel your cheeks burning up from anger. A whole hour. Peter made you wait a whole hour, and it didn't look like he was gonna come any time soon. The anger was quickly replaced by sadness, the tears of frustration already fighting to fall from your eyes. You made your way over to the counter of the restaurant, apologizing for wasting their time and tipping your waitress for her effort, before making your way to the door.

It felt like everyone's eyes were on you. They could all probably tell you've been stood up too. There was no other reason for a girl to be walking out of a restaurant after ordering nothing for an hour with her head down and tail between her legs like a kicked dog.

The air outside was refreshing. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down your racing heart and somehow will the tears away. It was no use; after months of forced stoicism and pretending like Peter's recent negligence didn't hurt, the dam finally broke. You decided to take the walk to your apartment rather than hailing a cab, reasoning that the cool city air would do you good.

On your walk, the sobs continued to leave your mouth quietly. You missed your boyfriend, you missed being able to spend time with him and just be around him. The two of you worked at different times and lived on different sides of the city, so it was already hard to find a time when both of you were free.

The two of you hadn't been together for too long, but it truly felt like Peter was the one for you. When you first made things official you couldn't stay away from each other for too long. You always went on little dates and would meet up whenever the both of you were free, but recently your boyfriend's been very distant and you've been seeing less and less of him. Tonight had been the third date where he'd stood you up, and you couldn't help but think the worst.

What if he was seeing someone else? What if he didn't enjoy being with me anymore and this was his way of asking to break up?

The thoughts left your mind as soon as they were conjured up in your brain. Peter would never do anything like that to you. Not your Peter. He was the sweetest guy you had ever been with and there wasn't a day he wasn't telling you how lucky he was to be with you, or how pretty he thought you were and how much he loved you.

Even on the days the two of you weren't together (which were almost always lately), he'd still send you messages telling you how much he missed you, or would send flowers to your apartment when he knew you were feeling down and he couldn't be there.

Peter was a sweetheart, but you still couldn't help but wonder why he'd been so distant lately. You pulled your phone from your purse, quickly checking to see if he had left a message yet, but still nothing. You shoved your phone back into your purse angrily and started walking faster. All you needed right now was a hot shower and your bed.

As you entered your apartment you hastily toed off your shoes at the door and threw your purse on the nearest table. After a long, piping hot shower and a bowl of leftovers (you still being hungry due to your failed dinner plans), you decided to head to bed, where you cried some more before falling asleep.

A loud banging woke you up in the middle of the night. You checked the alarm clock on your nightstand, and when it read 2:54 AM, you turned yourself back around and ignored whoever chose to bother you at this ungodly hour.

Not even a minute passed before the knocking returned, this time followed by a shout of your name, not loud enough to wake up the whole floor but loud enough for you to hear. When you recognized Peter's voice, you groaned, kicking the covers from yourself begrudgingly before dragging yourself to the door.

You pulled it open aggressively, and when you were met with Peter's silhouette slouching against the doorframe, his head hanging low, all the angry words you had for him sat stuck in your throat. He looked up at you and his big brown eyes found yours in the dark of the hallway. He gave you a weak smile and you had to fight everything inside you to not smile back, reminding yourself why you were mad at him.

"Hi, sweetheart," he whispered. All the anger suddenly returned, and you found yourself slamming the door in his face, but before it could fully close, he blocked it with his foot and invited himself in. When he got out of the dark hallways and inside your apartment, you noticed the bouquet of flowers he held tightly in his hand. They looked like they had been through a lot, and the dress shirt he was wearing (most likely for your date) was untucked and heavily wrinkled.

"I don't want to talk to you," you said, turning your entire body away from him and crossing your arms like an arrogant child, trying to get him to leave, but he was stubborn, putting the flowers on the nearest table, gripping your arms and turning you to face him again. You refused to make eye contact, rather looking down at his pair of dirty sneakers. "I know, but let me explain myself please—"

"And say what?!" you snapped. You hadn't realized how loud you were until you saw Peter flinch slightly, his grip on you still not loosening. "What are you gonna say Peter? You got caught up at work? You had an 'emergency'? You—" when you finally looked him in the face, you got a good look at him in the warm light of your living room/kitchen.

He had a lot of bruising around his face, a rapidly darkening black eye and a busted lip. You looked down at the arms still holding onto you, and you could see similar marks lining his arms. Most of them looked very fresh.

This was another part of Peter that added to up sleepless nights, worrying yourself sick over your boyfriend. He always seemed to have some sort of bruise whenever you'd meet up. Sometimes it was something small like a cut across his eyebrow or a nasty gash on his cheek, and other times it was way more major, like the one time he showed up to a coffee date with a broken arm after being just fine three days prior.

The best part was how fast he'd heal too, no less than a weak and he'd look perfectly fine. It didn't make you feel any better though, and you'd still worry about where he was getting beat up like this.

You tried asking him about it, multiple times, but every time he would just cover it up with a lame joke or just completely try to change the subject. You stopped asking after a while, but that didn't mean you weren't concerned about his safety and curious about what was causing all of these injuries.

"Peter what happened to you? Your face? Are you—" you wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he stopped you with a hand that quickly caught your wrist. "I'm okay," he said, smiling sweetly and giving your wrist a quick kiss, before letting go of your hand. "No you're not. C'mon lemme clean you up," you said grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bathroom, almost completely forgetting about the argument.

The patter of your socked feet filled the quiet of the apartment as you led Peter to the bathroom. You sat him down on the toilet seat and quietly moved around the almost-too-small bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet above the sink to retrieve the first aid kit. You started to clean the small cuts and gashes on his face.

His hands hesitated before making their way to your waist, holding onto your hips. Every time one of the cuts would sting, his grip would tighten slightly. The silence stretched on while you continued to patch him up, and after a while you decided to speak up.

"Look, Peter, I understand if you don't wanna, y'know be with me anymore, but even if we were to break up I'd still be concerned about you. I don't like seeing you get hurt and i can't help if—"

"Woah, hey what?" Peter interrupted your rambling, "I don't want to break up." "Then why do you keep canceling our plans, how come I never see you anymore?" you asked, pausing the work on his face. He winced slighty when he noticed your anger had returned.

"I've just...I've been busy, sweetheart," he said softly. "I've been busy too Peter, but I make time, because I wanna see you, and because I miss you like crazy. Do you even miss like you say you do? Because it surely doesn't show."

"Of course I do!" Peter said, the grip he had on you unconsciously tightening again. "Then why don't you make time?!" you said, the tears of frustration quickly returning to your eyes, "and what about all these bruises, huh? Every time I see you you're hurt somehow and I don't like that, 'cause I don't like seeing you hurt, Peter." By now a few tears had already unwillingly fallen, and you tried to swiftly wipe them away with the sleeve of your sweater.

It both warmed and broke Peter's heart to know that you were so worried about him. He really did miss spending time with you; you were his best friend and he loved being around you. He didn't want you knowing about him being Spider-Man, because he didn't want to put you in any danger. He wanted to keep you as far away from that part of his life as possible, you meant too much to him and he wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to you.

He wanted to tell you on many occasions, he'd come close too many times to count, but he'd stop himself each time.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, not knowing what else to say. "Don't apologize, just talk to me, please," you said brushing your fingers through his soft brown hair. The action calmed both you and him down, and he closed his eyes for a moment, appreciating your touch. It was then when he realized how much he missed your touch, how much he missed you, and being close to you. He felt like he hadn't talked to you, or really even seen you in forever.

Peter didn't know what to say, he wanted to be honest with you, wanted to tell you so bad, but he wanted to protect you above all else. The silence between the two of you stretched on until you sighed, removing your hands from him completely and sighing.

He started panicking, he knew what this meant. You were going to break up with him, tell him to get out and never talk to him again, and even the thought alone made his heart sink down to his feet. He braced himself for the inevitable, retracting his hands from your waist and getting ready to get up and leave.

"It's really late, would you like to stay the night?"

He was definitely not expecting you to say that, and the look on his face certainly told you that. "Are you sure?" he asked, not knowing what else to say. "I don't want to taking the train at this time. You can take a shower while I reheat some leftovers for you," you replied dryly, making your way out the bathroom and to the kitchen.

Peter took your advice, still not sure why you weren't screaming at him to get out of your apartment. After a brief shower, he found some of the clothes you had borrowed from him folded neatly on the toilet seat. He put them on and made his way over to the kitchen. After a much appreciated meal the two of you made your way over to your bedroom.

He found himself immediately moving towards the small plush chair that stood by the big window, lowering himself into it and staring down at the city. You stood next to him quietly, placing your hand on his head and running your fingers through the strands once again.

"I promise I'll tell you one day," Peter whispered, turning his head to look up at you. "I know," you replied, "until then, I'll just patch you up when needed."

You wanted so badly to understand what was going on with Peter, but you knew that there was no getting through to him now, because he was stubborn as hell. So you'd take what you could get for now. And in return he'd try and be there more for you, because he missed you, and the selfish part of him loved you too much to let you go, even if that were the right thing to do.

"How about you move in with me?"

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker fic #tasm!peter x y/n #the amazing spider man #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #likedovesinthewindd

[onlinekitsune]

#HYPEBOY: you're my chemical hype boy ♡

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon x gn! reader, playful teasing and sfw affection, no established relationship but a lot of flirting, no warnings! sfw, not proofread

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: you're a good student, or at least you try to be!! daily lectures with lucifer weren't worth not trying to improve. but even when you dedicate days to studying, the one unfortunately charming demon interrupts just to tempt you to sneak out and party. is it worth just one more little lecture? or will you finally put your foot down to improve?

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hehe hiiii.... i am back from the dead whoops,, sorry for taking my sweet time on this!! i hit an kinda?? writer's block and some other not epic mental illness moments but here's the first part!! title inspired by the newjean's song bc it's what i was listening to!! i made the poll for a week but might cut it short depending!! i didn't really want it to be a day but we only get the two extremes (rip) i hope you enjoy!! i apologize for being a bit rusty!!

“Oi, human!” Mammon yelled, barging into your room. It wasn’t unusual for him to come in without any thought to knock or announce that he was coming in. You were just thankful it’d been times where you were presentable. He flopped down onto your bed, bouncing your books and papers slightly. You let out a small huff, before looking at him. “Watcha say ‘bout goin’ out tonight? Huh?” he added, stretching himself out onto your bed. 

“Mm.. tonight? Can’t.” you muttered, with the end of your pen in your mouth. You tried to return your focus on your book but was interrupted by a whine. Mammon swooped your books and tossed them on your table. “Mammon… stop acting like a child.” 

“You’re really gonna just stay in… and study? When you could be out and partyin’ with the coolest demon’s in the Devildom?” Mammon smirked, returning onto your bed. You roll your eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t stop unless you entertained him at least a little.

“Coolest demons? Who’s going?” 

“Am I not enough for ya to go?” he pouted, resting his head on your knee. You gave him a look and booped his nose. “Fine. It’s me, your favorite. Asmodeus. He was tryin’ to convince Beel to join us. Belphie and Levi are obviously out. Satan might also join?” 

“Aren’t you going to ask Lucifer?” you joked, twirling a strand of Mammon’s hair between your fingers. He was hesitant at first, until he realized you were only just joking. “We have an exam tomorrow, you know? There’s no way that Lucifer is letting anyone out tonight. You should be studying! Like moi, being a prestigious student!” you gloated, framing your hands around your jaw.

“Ya, prestigious enough to get ya a lecture from Lucifer, huh?” 

Mammon was quick to shoot you down. You did intend to spend the night studying, but the exciting adrenaline of sneaking out was tempting you. You dumped the rest of your supplies onto your nightstand. Your fingers absentmindedly went back to Mammon’s hair, debating on if you were going to go to that party. “When’s the party?”

“So ya decided to go?” he beamed, going to grab his phone. You snatched it out of his hand, stopping him right in his tracks. You’d known better to give Mammon a vague answer when other people were involved. He’d drag you into it, even if you were still debating on it.

“I’m still thinking. Don’t you dare text Asmo, yet.” you replied. As you were going to hand him his phone back, a notification lit up the screen. You noticed that his lockscreen was an image of the two of you together. It was during that rare time you modeled with him. You’d be lying if that didn’t make you feel a particular way. “Cute lock screen, who’s the cutie on the left?” You teased.

Mammon’s beaming smile fell apart in seconds becoming a blushing mess. “M-Me, of course! The handsomest demon in the Devildom!”

You let out a chuckle, as you point back at his screen. Revealing to him that it was you, that was on the left. That only made his face blush ten times more. 

“Lefts, rights, whatever! That ain’t fair! You’re cheatin’ little sheep!!” He pouted. You squished his face and smirked. 

“How would that even be considered cheating? You silly demon.” you purred, leaning towards him. Your face was close enough to see his pupils dilate as soon as you moved your face towards his. Mammon slid beneath you and managed to toss you on your back. A move you weren’t at all expecting, but you admired his boldness. Mammon inched forward, putting you in an opposite position from the one just a few seconds ago.

“It just is darlin’... you know I'm not good with my lefts and rights.” he insinuated, pursing his lips. You tossed your head to the side and let the sly smile on your face do the talking. Your hands reached up to grab his white t-shirt he had on. The neckline was swooping low, allowing you to take a glance at his mildly chiseled chest. “Oi, my eyes are up here ya know.”

“Hmph. Now you’re cheating. You’re a model, not fair!”

“You don’t gotta be a model to be a distraction sweet thing, you should know that already.” Mammon uttered, directly in your ear. You could feel your face instantly flush. You didn’t really know what had gotten into him, but you weren’t really complaining. He pulled away and remade contact with your eyes. You lifted your body slight, leaning all your body weight on your elbows. Your nose touched his. The silence in the room was almost deafening by the ringing in your ears. Nothing in this moment matter or even made itself aware. You were too focus on the contact you had with this demon. His hands rested on your hips, making you crave for more. The physical affection was intoxicating and you couldn’t help but need more. Just a little bit more.

“Well. Are you just gonna stare at me all day or kiss me?” you whined. Mammon laughed, tossing his head down. You scrunch your nose in response. He was definitely playing hard to get, which was your usual move. Mammon regained his composure and went to kiss you. But was instead met with your hand blocking his pathway. “Nope. Changed my mind since you want to tease me.” you smirked.

“C’mon sweetheart, let me make it up to you.” He sighed, slightly muffled from your hand. “You want this kiss as bad as I do. Don’t ya even say different, it’s written’ all over your face.” You sigh, rolling your eyes to the side. He wasn’t wrong. You did want this stupid kiss. You let your hand drift from his lips slowly and made way to grasp his cheek. Your heart pounded as the two of you made way towards each other.

“Hey! Mammon!!! I’ve been texting you for thirty minutes! I hunted for you everywhere, just to see you’re in here bothering them. I got Satan to go, did you at least do your part?” a voice yelled from the door. It was Asmodeus.

#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #omswd #obey me fandom #omswd imagines #omswd one shots #obey me brainrot #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #om! mammon #om! mc #om! asmodeus #mammon x reader #mammon x gn!reader #mammon x you #mammon imagine #mammon x y/n #om! gnc mc #mammon avatar of greed #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x gn!reader #obey me mammon x y/n #obey me mammon imagine

[rasparagus]

just for you

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: how you got to be vernon’s lockscreen

word count: 630-ish

It’s one of the rare occasions when Vernon just has an entire free day so you both agree for him to stop by your place in the morning so you can spend a full day of lounging and lying lifeless on your couch together. When you hear his soft knock on your door, you rush to open it for him, your socks slipping a bit in your haste. As you let him in you see he has a small white bag in his hand, the label on the side revealing he’d made a recent trip to the electronics store. You silently point at the bag with a curious expression as soon as he sets it on your table. 

“Just a little gift for you.”

“It’s not my birthday or an anniversary…” Your eyes narrow as you think of a reason for the present. He squints back at you to mock your suspicious expression. It’s not that Vernon only gives you things on special occasions, but he normally prefers to give you gifts when you’ve explicitly told him you want something, and you don’t recall dropping any sort of hints. You peek in the bag and gasp as soon as you see what’s inside. It’s a pair of headphones identical to the ones hanging on his neck, except yours are white while he sports a black pair. 

“Damn,” the simple, yet effectively expressive word erupts from your chest. He snickers at the way you excitedly grab the box and examine every inch of it like it’s your greatest new treasure. “How’d you even know to get these for me.” You look up at him with wide and bright eyes.

“You literally complain about your current ones all the time. Plus, I know you like to sleep with music, and these won’t fall out as easily as your earbuds.” He moves to open the box for you. “The sound quality is insane, too—just listen. It’s like the instruments are in your ears.” As he removes the item from its packaging for you to test them, you get a sudden idea. Without a word you go half-run, half-glide to your room and return with a hefty plastic box. 

“What’s that for?”

“Help me decorate them,” you say. You open the box to reveal neat, divided piles of charms, gems, and stickers. He raises an eyebrow at you but complies nonetheless, taking a seat beside you at the table.

The new Netflix show that you and Vernon had originally intended to watch is miles behind you now as the two of you listen to your shared playlist and stick on small hearts and cartoon characters to the large surface of the headphones. 

It takes a while, for the two of you stop often to ask the other:

This one’s cuter if it’s crooked, right?

Should I break up the pink with some blue or keep it monochrome?

Does this cross rhinestone look too out of place?

 When it seems adequately covered, Vernon holds them up, allowing you both to survey your masterpiece. 

“Cute,” you smile, propping your head up against your fist as you lean on the table and declare a job well done. Vernon puts the headphones on your head, pushing a few hairs back in the process.

“Cute, indeed.” He grabs his phone and quickly takes a burst of photos before you can even think to stop him. You lean over to see the pictures he took, only to see him setting a picture to his lockscreen. It’s one from the second you realized he was snapping a photo, and you’re pouting in it.

“It’s time for yours now,” you joke and lightly kick his leg with your socked foot. To your surprise, he removes his headphones from their home on his neck and sets them on the table. “Vernon, I was kidding. We don’t actually have to do yours.”

“Oh, word?” he asks, laughing at his own misunderstanding. “Well, I kinda wanna do it, still.” You smirk.

“Ok so do you want Hello Kitty stickers or Gorrilaz stickers?” you question, already rummaging through the bin. 

 a/n: well. this is my first official seventeen fic post. as this is my first one it would be really appreciated if you left feedback (good, bad, or otherwise) either via reply, reblog, or asks! i hope you were able to enjoy this and i hope i can write many many more. xoxox

love, ro

#vernon x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #vernon scenarios #vernon fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #vernon drabble #ro's.fics

[threepoint14art]

HAHAHA GET SHIP TEMPLATED LOSERS!

i hate them!!! some (a lot of) extra stuff under the cut!

First of all, if anyone needs a visual for their height difference:

if you think loon is too short reconsider because that's my height lmao- Also! female scorpions tend to be larger than male ones and therefore when translated to human beings girls that r scorpions tend to be tall. So height difference fucks owynn up a little bitttt, dysphoria demon that only a few people are really aware of but whats public perception against the demon in ur head

Second of all fake twitter is so funny you guys, have this

third of all, actual details about some stuff ToT

Owynn's last name comes from an ecuadorian local legend called "father almeida" which is about a priest who fled church a lot to go drink, and one day he just got haunted by the image of his dead self on a casket. Since I made him ecuadorian, a lil crazy about his past self being "dead" (the one that was friends with freddy) and because he has a lot of religious bs on his brain, i thought that was fitting!

Loon's last name is guadalupe for la virgen de guadalupe beecauseee fun fact! ladybugs are "the bug of the lady", since they are pest control and a lot of farmers prayed to Mary to help their crops get protected!

Loons twitter handle is a reference to how whenever i want to look up a picture of a ladybug for reference i get jumped by that 3d girl

Owynn has a blue tie because he's school council! vice president (Malva is the president)

Loon's jealousy stat is not necesarely getting jealous in an inherently romantic way, he's just an incredebly jealous guy by virtue, is jealous of everyone else for being better than him and whatnot, that's just his default

Loon has matching earrings with Malva, has them both as his lockscreen, and has a rabbit charm on his backpack. Best friends!!!!!

Loon carries an extra shirt because he always ruins his! "how?" you might ask. Well you know how i always draw him near a mental breakdown? Well when ladybugs are scared they have something called reflex bleeding, which means they literally just start bleeding, horrible fact this guy also does that! rip

The pins and the styrofoam thing in owynn's stuff are steel insect pins and a mounting spreading board!!! he likes to pin insects, which for anyone who doesn't know is like taxidermy but for little guys, he just has those in hand in case he finds something cool

#fnafhs #fnafhs au #our au #fhs #i changed the libido question because i simply do not like it #loowynn #good luck being that tall and the little spoon idiot

[strwbwoo]

| attached; vamp!jun x reader \__________________

cw: vamp!jun, mean jun, pet names, suggestive, fluff, 4.5k words

ready for the most mind blowing one night stand you were about to have, “can i bite you?” leaving you chest wet and branded with darker red hickeys, displaying confusion on your face he elaborates, “..like a vampire” looking away from you for a second, almost embarrassed “a roleplay?” you question. “sure” he sounded hesitant but you didnt care, you were quite needy in the moment. quickly nodding.

“ready pretty girl?” silky velvet eyes looking up at you while peppering sweet kisses on your baby smooth skin, “mhmm” humming as an affirmative but it came out so whiney and impatient, which was true. with that a sharp pain grows in your neck, his teeth. you start to get weaker but it’s intoxicating, addicting, succumbing to something truly sweet inside..

☆

waking up in his bed was not your intention, you went through a process of leaving dead of night while the poor guy was snoring right by you in hopes to wake up next to you and maybe another date but you opposed that idea everytime. you dont like getting attached.

your shirt was big… your shirt was big? it was a soft graphic tee, but it was definitely not yours. looking around, the other side of the bed was messy and empty but the curtains were open, sun giving light to the room and a perfect view of the mountains. a growing smell catching your attention. getting up only to fall back down, good sex but you can’t remember..?

getting out the bedroom was a struggle but as soon as the door opens the voice of such a cunning man fills the room, “some one slept well” taking a seat at the dining table, giving him a small, quiet hum; good sex makes you tired. you find the source of the smell, “breakfast” he states. finding your oh so delicious meal not so pleasing paired witht the thoughts flooding your head as of now..

“what?” you were caught off guard “hm?” looking dead into your eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was serious or not with that smirk and death glare; not a common combination. “how did we-“ its hard to remember when youre bit by a vampire, but how would you know? “what did we… did we do it..?” but he went with it, “ofcourse we did, yk how loud you were?” clearing his throat, “fu- uck! more, more, more! mmm’ so good!” mocking your moans all while contorting his face to further mock you and rightfully so recieving a grimacing look, “you were saying my name like a mantra” chuckling and teasing, “your name…” some how you cant even remember that, “my name” nodding to you, pondering, “jun?” “good job sweet heart” praising you the first time this morning

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“i- uh implants..” “implants.?” you question. he nods while avoiding eye contact with a not so cocky attitude now “for a kink?” his teeth and the bite in general gave you such a euphoric sensation so you werent mad about those implants but you werent going to admit it

realizing the time, jus past noon, “fuck” catching juns attention, “what is it darling?” that petname made you want to gush but this wasnt the right time, “i think i better it going” converting the attention to the 3 big numbers on your lockscreen. scrambling to collect all of your stuff; jun right behind you now chuckling, “i dont mind if you stayed” leaning against the door frame with that charming smirk that would get you wild if you were still a freshman in college. but this year your graduating. but still it was like you were on pause, clarifying what he meant, “i have nothing to do i mean” in response, “ohhh” with a complimentary nod

jus the creeping thought of accepting his offer you know youve gone too deep, you needed to get out of this love trap immediately, “id like that” you were getting attached. his smile contagious and your cheeks reddish pink as if you were actually sick.

☆

while spending the afternoon with him you noticed some of his habits hes very well kepts his nails clean, bare but the shine on his nail tell you hes gotten a manicure recently. he doesnt bite the inside of his cheek nor leaving his lips chapped but maybe it wasnt jus noticing one of his habits per se..

less intoxicated than the previous night sharing a bottle of red wine, ended up on his kitchen counter, not realizing his body practically caging you against whatever surface until now, your giggles die down when you notice this.. situation; he was defined. his sultry yet at time course voice helped or maybe it was his vinyls of this certain genre that helped the mood..

“yk you like this” flickering his eyes back up to your doe like eyes but only to be captivatedby your lips again “what? getting attached?” his lips look soft, plump and pink; did he put his chapstick on again? “me”

#kpop #seventeen #caratwritersclub #svt jun #wen junhui #jun fluff #moon junhui #seventeen jun #seventeen smut #jun smut #junuary #seventeen fluff #svt fic #svt fanfic

[sweetlovingfictionals]

Ronno Reference / Appearence HC'S. (MINORS DNI.)

Alright, so! I'm finally doing this and I think this was a long time coming, but these two are for one my lockscreens (first is lockscreen and second is home) because they're my favorite pieces of art by Sigma-X on E621. But, my headcanons for Ronno is that he retains his original appearence in Bambi 1 / 2. Ronno is anthromorphic in Mika's Universe, because honestly, I really don't like how they did Bambi and Ronno in the first movie. They just... look nothing alike. I get it, Bambi was made in 1942 something. But at the same time, they really lost the charm and appearance say they had for their flashback selves.

CREDIT: Sigma-X

so, yes Bambi and Ronno are of age in these appearances around 19 while Mika is 21. There is a slight age gap, but not by much. Mika met Ronno at 17 while they were 19. and didn't fall in love with him until he turned 18. So it took about a year for Mika to really give Ronno a romantic chance as during this time, Mika and Ronno weren't really the best of friends to put it lightly.

Credit: Sigma-X

Now, as to my point with Ronno's only change here being his horns being fully grown in at this point to signify his full change from deer to buck stag. It makes him a LOT more handsome and a lot more mature looking, when let's be real, he really hasn't lost that cocky, confident and arrogant side of him. That's just Ronno for Mika, and that's a flaw Mika eventually had to accept about him. Ronno is incredibly territorial and jealous. I like to imagine Mika here in the second art piece instead of Bambi to give you a idea of their physical touches~.

Maybe Bambi will one day come into the picture of becoming a poly ship with Mika and Bambi, but I really didn't care for their relationship together as Ronno made Bambi miserable for a lot of his life, so, I really don't feel comfortable with adding them into a romantic ship with Mika. I do love the Bambi and Ronno ship by itself, but Bambi already has Faline in this timeline, so, there's not a need for it.

#selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self insert #self insert x canon #canon x oc #ronno #ronno bambi #disney #bambi #hopefully this shit will actually post to dash this time lmao if it doesn't w/e i'm still gonna draw up some mika x ronno <3 #once envious love (ronno x mika)

[fagexe]

I've been really behind on my tags....so i'm doing them all in one post;P (this way I'm not spam tagging the same people in seven different posts)

tagged by @slvrroses and @pastlives2022 ily last song: Doomed (for each other) by Salem last show: I don't really watch a lot of shows, but the last thing I saw a full episode of was Taskmaster, and the last thing I was watching in order would have been Legend of Korra currently watching: Logic Pro tutorials on yt. I'm taking a class right now that theoretically should be teaching me how to use the program, but the teacher moves really really fast and doesn't do demos with people, they just kind of show it to us once and expect us to understand everything. I'm so lost, just frantically trying to finish my final:/ currently reading: I'm not currently reading anything :/// being in school really takes it out of me. But! the last thing I read was Parable of the Sower, I definitely recommend it but I will say it deals with some heavy topics and was really hard to get through at certain points current obsession: The same thing it's been for a long time….the music those jersey kids make (all of them), but also Ragnar Kjartansson and video synthesizers;)

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tagged by @pastlives2022 to shuffle my "on repeat" playlist and give the first 10 songs! thanks for the tag:))

paralyzer - Finger Eleven (this is here exclusively because @meat-wentz made a post about it like 2 weeks ago that reminded me it existed and I haven't been able to stop listening to it since)

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay - Otis Redding

Maya the psychic - Gerard Way

Brother - Gerard Way

Thank You for the Venom - My Chemical Romance

Brain Stew - Green Day

Millions - Gerard Way

Red Room - Hiatus kaiyote

Cool as a Ghule - The Voidz

Desole - Gorillaz

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time to share my receiptify for the last month, thanks for the tag @slvrroses <3

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Tagged by @tasteofyourblood :333333 Relationship status: in it Favorite color: #004225 Song stuck in my head: Out Of Touch - Hall & Oates Favorite food: pierogi! I love them so much Last thing I googled: a hex code color picker to give you the hex code<3 but before that i'm looking for a new apartment so zillow Dream trip: anywhere with good hiking I'm dying in Chicago (I know it exists here by don't have a car) I am planning on going to the driftless with my roommates soon tho so that’ll be really nice:)) Something I want right now: an ice cream sandwich also to not have to look for an apartment during finals

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tagged by @pastlives2022 to post my lockscreen, most recent saved photo, and most recent listened song!!

I recently changed my lock screen from frank to this bird wearing Bread on its head. but the picture of Frank is absolutely hilarious to me so I wanted to share

the most recent photo I saved is this handsome little lad<3

I am currently listening to lucretia my reflection by sisters of mercy

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I was tagged by @pastlives2022<3 and @tasteofyourblood<3 to post 10 songs I've been listening to lately! (these are just in the order I thought of them, and if a song is earlier in the post it's not included here)

House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance (my babygirl will always make the list)

Flu Game - Fall Out Boy

This Charming Man - Death Cab for Cutie

The Heretic - The Sound Of Animals Fighting

Trying To Live My Life Without You - Otis Clay

So in Love - Curtis Mayfield

Footsteps in the Dark - The Isley Brothers

Gallery Of Thrills - The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Afterlife - Avenged Sevenfold

Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie

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tagged by @happylittlemasksalesman<3333333 thanks :3

I really don't watch that much tv so this is just a list of shows I can think of and also like (i'm not including shows I already mentioned). SooooOoo eight shows to get to know me

Maniac

Russian Doll

Cowboy Bebop

Parasyte

ofmd

Pose

Derry girls

Kim's Convenience

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ily all very much thanks for the tags<3

I'm tagging @tasteofyourblood @pastlives2022 @happylittlemasksalesman @slvrroses @ratmanwalking @meat-wentz @bratmobiles @mourningrays, @salt-and-bramble and anyone else who wants to do one of these (consider yourself tagged)

do whichever one you want or idk combine them <3go off<3

#long post #ask game #you must felix your heart

[watermotif]

anne carson by christopher sherman for interview magazine

#anne carson #autobiography of red #h of h playbook #i made the first one my lockscreen i think these are so charming:') #idk what do people tag these . hashtag images

[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 1

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 4.3k

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

warnings |  mentions of blood, leukemia, amnesia, dui, oc is a nurse

note | unedited. like, raw writing. i’ll edit whenever i can. a lot of marvel. author’s note is below.

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“I’ll be out at six in the evening.”

your eyes scanned the list, which contains the schedule and time duties of the nurses of the whole hospital. it’s currently your fifteen minute break and you are spending it on your phone, talking to your boyfriend.

“great. i’ll wait by the usual spot.”  taehyung said.

“okay.” you smiled and looked on your wristwatch. “the shop’s not open yet?”

“it’s already open since two hours ago. a little crowded actually. many students are coming since we got new pastries to serve.”

“well, maybe you should go back to work.” you quipped.

you heard taehyung chuckled, “nah, jimin can handle it. i am talking with someone important.”

you can feel your cheeks warming up with his words. although it’s been four years since your relationship began, taehyung never failed to make you fall for him just like the first time. he try his best to always put you first, above anything else.

“did you have your lunch?” he asked.

“if you consider tuna sandwich as lunch, then yes. i already had my lunch.” you replied with a sarcastic tone.

“take care of yourself. let’s eat something better later, okay? how about—”

“hey, y/n. it’s jimin. sorry for interrupting but i need your boyfriend outside. bunch of middle school kids are in the bakeshop right now. i can’t deal with them alone.”

you cannot help but to laugh when jimin cut taehyung off. you can hear your boyfriend in the background, shouting at his best friend. taehyung then got his phone back.

“sorry about that, love. i guess, i’ll go back to work now.” he mumbled, sounding annoyed. “boooooring.” 

“oh, come on.” you laughed again. “i’ll get back to work too. my break’s ending in two minutes. love you.”

“love you too. i’ll message you before i get there.”

“okay, okay.”

the call ended with you, smiling like a fool. you kept your phone back to your scrubs’ pocket. you continued the rest of the day going rounds to your young patients. you work in the pediatric unit in the hospital. almost everyday, you meet different kids with different health issues. they usually stay for a couple of days or weeks. you only have one patient who was there before you even worked in this hospital.

“you look happy today, nurse y/n.” your patient, naeun, said.

she is the patient you have ever since you got here. the little girl is suffering from a rare form of leukemia. but, you never see any loneliness from her as she was always greeting you with her sweet smile.

“i’m always happy, naeun.” you told her while checking her vitals.

“but you are smiling much wider today.” she replied.

“that’s because someone made me smile today.”

the kid’s eyes widened as her lips formed to a small circle, “oh! oh! is it your prince? the one who’s in your phone?”

the prince was of course, your boyfriend. there was a time when naeun saw you phone’s lockscreen, which is you and taehyung in a halloween party. you were wearing costumes as disney characters and taehyung chose to have the casual prince charming look. seeing this, naeun believed that you are a princess who works as a nurse who also have a prince. you don’t want to ruin the kid’s imagination. so, you just let her think that way. plus, you find it endearing.

“yes, naeun. it’s because my prince is treating me well.”

“how’s the wedding planning?”

you looked to your co-worker and best friend, jisoo, while cleaning up things in your locker. you noticed her letting out a small smile as her eyes shined with excitement. she sat on the bench, changing her work shoes to more comfortable one.

“it feels stressful but exciting at the same time. we went to a garden yesterday for the wedding venue and it was so magical! it’s like a fairy place.” she shared. “also, yours and the other bridesmaids’ gowns will be sent out tomorrow. also, taehyung’s and other groomsmen’s suits.”

“finally! i get to wear something other than my scrubs.” you quipped, making the two of you laugh.

as you sat beside her to change you footwear too, she asked, “how about you?”

“how about me?” you asked her back, pretending that you don’t know what she’s talking about. but when she gave you the you know what i am talking about look, you gave up on acting dumb. “we’re fine. me and taehyung already talk about our future plans for a long time. so, i am not really not that eager to get married. i’m just waiting for him to pop the question.”

you gave jisoo a reassuring smile. you are not in a hurry anyway. if taehyung won’t propose any time now, it’s fine. but if he pops that question, you are already sure what to answer. you don’t mind when or where he will do it. as long as you have each other, you’re fine.

“oh, i wish i have your patience.” jisoo chuckled. 

when her phone rang, she excused herself to answer it. you also noticed your phone beeped because of a notification. it was from taehyung.

love

sorry left the shop a little late. i’ll be on my way :)

you replied a simple ok with a smile. gathering up your bag, you see jisoo all prepared too.

“joon’s already waiting outside. how about tae?” she asked, since she don’t want to leave you alone.

“he’s on his way. it’s fine, i’ll wait by the shed.” you told her.

you two walked out of the hospital together, waving goodbye to your other colleagues who’s still in duty. both of you no longer wear your scrubs, just some everyday clothes. you saw namjoon’s car resting near the waiting shed, where you and taehyung will meet. jisoo hugged him while you just waved at him.

“are you sure i can leave you here? we can still wait here with you. right, babe?” jisoo turned on namjoon who nodded.

“it’s fine.” you repeated. “just go home already. get some rest!”

you smiled at her. namjoon gave you a small bye before letting jisoo inside the car. before leaving, she rolled down the window and waved at you.

“text me when you get home!” she yelled as they got away.

alone in the well-lit shed, you sat on one of its bench. you looked at your watch, it’s ten minutes past six. you thought that taehyung may be close now since the shop is just a twenty minute drive to the hospital. although it’s not that far, he does not want you walking alone. so, he still picks you up. sitting there, you just watched on whatever passed by you. people, cars, and the dark sky with the moon glowing. since you’re still in the hospital’s waiting shed, you can see two ambulance leaving. it lets out a loud siren with its swinging red lights. after a few minutes, you felt a cold blow of wind, making you hug yourself. reaching for your bag to get your cardigan, your phone rang. it’s your boyfriend.

you accepted the call, “hey, love. i’m here in the usual—”

“hey, y/n. it’s sungho from the paramedic team. taehyung just got in an accident.”

you immediately stood up, dropping your bag that was on your lap. your throat ran dry. you felt your heart beating much faster than you had seconds ago.

“we have him right now with us. we’re on our way to the hospital.” sungho ended the call.

you tried to stay calm since that is what you were trained to do. but failed after you saw two ambulance coming back to the hospital. you picked up your bag and ran back to the hospital. you see other nurses you know waiting by the emergency room. julia, one of your friends, looked at you, surprised and confused by your teary expression.

“why—”

“taehyung!” you cried when you saw your boyfriend on a spinal board from the ambulance, with no signs of awakeness.

you paused when you witnessed blood coming from his forehead. you tried to go near him, calling him, but as they moved him to a bed to the emergency room. everything happened quickly that you ended up standing there in shock while tears are rolling down your cheeks.

“here, eat something.”

jisoo handed you a paper bag but you just shook your head, rejecting the food. you’re calmer now but still in shock. it’s been two hours since you saw taehyung being pushed to the emergency room. it took minutes before you moved on the spot you were at a while ago. julie kept you company after she aided the other patient. she tried to calm you and messaged jisoo about what happened. next thing you know, your best friend is hugging you. now, you three are waiting by the emergency room. you and jisoo sat on the cold, metal row of chair while namjoon stood on the other side.

“maybe you should go home first, i’ll go with you. namjoon can wait here for taehyung.” jisoo assured you but you just shook your head again.

“i... i can wait. i’m not hungry. i don’t feel like sleeping too.” you answered, almost emotionless. but a single tear rolled down your cheek again. “there’s a lot of blood from his head, jisoo.”

your best friend felt sorry on how stressed you are. she hugged you and whispered it will be okay over and over. she pat your back gently to calm you again. 

“how are you, love?”

no one answered when you got in taehyung’s private room. it’s been four days and your boyfriend is still unconscious. there’s a bandage wrapped around his forehead. he also had small scratches and wounds on his face. fortunately, no bones were affected. only his head. the doctor said that he may possibly wake up any moment. the driver of the car crashed on taehyung’s car was drunk and speeding by a red light when it happened. the guy is currently in police custody.

since almost everyone in the hospital knows the of you, your other co-nurses are willing to take cover of your duties. you spent those four days taking care of taehyung, just in his room. jimin took over their bakeshop during daytime and drop by the hospital at night to let you take a rest. jisoo and namjoon would bring food time by time and stay for a bit after their works.

“hello, y/n.” jimin greeted you, just walking out the comfort room. he checked the time. “it’s still early. did you even sleep?”

you tried to smile, “i tried. i can’t. so i thought of just staying here.”

“oh, okay. i’ll go get some coffee. do you want some?” he asked.

“no, i’m fine. thanks.” you replied.

jimin left the room, wearing his cap. once again, you tried to talk with taehyung. you heard that talking can help to wake him up. you told him about your day. it’s not really eventful since you got nothing to do. but to go back home and hospital. 

“i miss you, love.” you tried not to cry, biting your inner cheek. “please wake up.”

you ended up napping, resting your head on taehyung’s bed. you slowly opened your eyes when you felt his hand moving from yours. you looked up from him, he’s awake.

“love?” you called him and he looked at you  blankly. 

you immediately clicked the button that was placed to call the nurse. taehyung just followed you with his blank stare.

“how do you feel?” you asked me as you wait for the nurse.

“who are you?”

your smile immediately dropped as you heard that. a doctor and nurse came in and checked his vital signs. you were left quiet on the side. you tried to process what taehyung said.

he got his head hurt, y/n. maybe it’s trauma. you tried to talk yourself about it. the door opened again and you looked up. jimin is visibly shocked as he held his coffee cup tighter, spilling a little.

“jimin.” you heard taehyung said.

the doctor asked for you to talk with her outside when they finished. before walking out, you see jimin approaching taehyung.

“how are you, tae?”

“what... what happened?” taehyung asked back.

jimin and you looked at each other before you follow the doctor.

“he doesn’t seem to remember everything.” you muttered. “i mean, he remembers his friend. but he don’t remember me nor the accident.”

“it can be because of the head injury he had. if that’s the case, we should run tests to know.”

“what.. what happened?” taehyung asked his best friend.

he barely remembers anything. his last memory is having a drink with jimin after the first opening of their bakeshop. his head hurts. when he opened his eyes minutes ago and saw a girl beside him, he tried to call her the name he remembers.

lily

but the girl did not move. he tried to move his hand and that’s when he saw you moved. you seemed surprised too when you see him awake. taehyung thought that maybe you were in the wrong room. but when you asked him, how is he. he can’t help but to ask who are you.

“you got to a car accident nights ago. you were asleep for four days.” jimin explained.

“car accident? did i drove drunk?”

“no, the guy who crashed on you was. you were just on your way to pick y/n.”

taehyung squinted his eyes as he tried to remember the name, “y/n?”

jimin looked at him, “your girlfriend.” 

“no, lily is my girlfriend.” taehyung answered with a smile. “me and lily have been going out for almost six months.”

  “that was five years ago, tae. you and y/n have been together for four years now. namjoon introduced you to each other in the shop.” jimin tried to talk calmly.

“but we just opened the shop.”

jimin can feel his heart breaking on what is happening now. it breaks for you and taehyung. he saw how stressed you were for the last four days and now he feel bad that his best friend seems to forget events in his life. jimin reached for his phone in his pocket to show it to taehyung.

“it’s september 1, 2021.” jimin pointed out.

it’s 2021 and the last thing he remembers was back in 2016.

“the doctor said that it’s dissociative or selective amnesia. because of the accident, he forgot certain memories of his life. based on what jimin told me, he forgot everything after their bakeshop’s opening. he... he basically forgot about me. us.”

you sighed before resting your head low. namjoon, jisoo, and jimin looked at you in pity and sadness. you wanted to cry again. you wanted to ask why does it have to happen this way. but you know you won’t get answers. you look at taehyung, who’s sleeping peacefully.

“will his memories return?” namjoon asked.

“no one knows. they said that there are cases that they come back fully or bits by bits. there are also cases that it stays like that.” you replied with a threatening sob.

you eyed on jisoo, who seems ready to hug you anytime now. but you tried to smile and just shook your head. minutes later, you spoke again.

“also, we can go home tomorrow. jimin will help me with taehyung and our stuff. i took a month long leave. so i can take care of him.”

you sighed again before looking at them, “thank you so much, guys. everything meant a lot.”

each one of them gave you a warm hug. in every hug, you felt like you’re giving in as your knees felt weaker. jisoo hugged you the longest.

“it felt like we’re starting over again.”

“welcome home!”

as soon as you opened the house’s door, taehyung spotted picture frames of him with you. he seems really happy with you on those images. he tried to identify each picture.

“don’t worry. you don’t have to force yourself to remember it.”

he looked at his side. it was you, staring at the pictures too with a small smile. jimin, on the other hand, dropped your bags straight to your bedroom.

“do you want to eat first or take a rest?” you asked taehyung.

“rest.” he replied.

you nodded and walked him to your shared bedroom. seeing a single, large bed, taehyung can’t help but to feel uncomfortable. he knows that you two used to sleeping together. but he remember nothing with you.

“i’ll go sleep in the guestroom for the meantime. sorry, i still haven’t move my stuffs. i’ll move them tomorrow.” you told him, like you’re reading his mind.

“thank... thank you.” taehyung said awkwardly.

“no problem, lo— taehyung.”

you walked out awkwardly, leaving him alone with jimin. taehyung sat on the bed and he can smell the mix of his perfume and a lavender scent. he was removing his shoes when jimin stood in front of him.

“y/n is nice, okay? don’t be shy to ask for help or talk to her if you want to know something. you guys will get along well.” jimin assured him. “if you want to talk to me, just give me a call anytime. here’s your phone.”

he handed him a model of phone that he just saw for the first time, “my phone?”

“yep, you bought that like a year ago. it’s almost the same as your old phone. but it’s bigger.” jimin explained and taehyung nodded. “i’ll have breakfast here with you tomorrow. so you won’t feel awkward, okay?”

taehyung nodded quietly. he feels like a kid. but he’s thankful to have jimin with him. also, you. even though he doesn’t really know who you are except that you are his girlfriend.

“so, why did lily left me?”

taehyung sat on one of the empty chairs in the bakeshop. it’s been two weeks since he went home from the hospital. so far, living with you is like living with a housemate except you cook him something to eat everyday and help him when his head hurts. he felt less awkward with you. it’s not like he consider you as his friend. but he finds you caring and nice, just like jimin said. now, he’s with his friend, who picked him up, since he feel bored staying at home with no one to talk to except you. he’s still shy on chatting with you. plus, he have questions he knows that he can’t ask you.

“she did not leave you, tae. you are the one who asked for a breakup.” jimin replied while wiping the counter.

“that’s not true.” taehyung said. “how can i breakup with her? i mean, you know how much i like her.”

“actually,” jimin looked up to him. “you did not tell me why. you literally just knocked on my door one evening, drunk, to tell me you broke up with her.”

“ugh, i hate myself! she was perfect!” taehyung grumbled like a kid.

jimin looks at him, who seemed offended, “it’s not nice to talk like that. you literally have a girlfriend.”

“that i barely know.” taehyung replied carelessly.

“did you even try to know her?” his friend snapped back. “you know, tae, i understand that you are in another timeline. but don’t you think that it’s a little mean to talk about y/n like she’s just a stranger. do you even want to know her?”

taehyung can feel that jimin was mad and the guy only got mad a few times. looking back on the last two weeks he had with you, he can see how nice you are to him. you always make sure to make him comfortable with you. you give him space without even him asking. he notices how you serve him his favorite meals every time. you did not force him to remember anything. maybe there’s a reason why you’re with him.

“yes.”

“how are you?”

“i can still do it.” you replied as you fall on your bed.

jisoo is on the other line. she just finished her shift while you just finished moving your stuff from your former bedroom to the guest room.

“how’s taehyung?”

you rolled on your side, “still quiet. although he asks when he needs something or thanks me when i helped him, he still didn’t asked about us. maybe he’s not interested.”

you heard your friend sighed, “maybe he’s shy.”

“i don’t know. i’ll just wait. it’s fine.” you told her. “let’s talk about your wedding! do you have the date already?”

“oh, yup. we’re thinking of the last week of next month. by the way, did your clothes came?”

“oh, i ha—”

you paused when you heard a knock from your front door. you stood up from your bed and walked to the door. you’re not expecting anyone. so, you thought maybe it’s the package. but as soon as you opened the door, you decided to end the call with jisoo.

“tae? what are you doing here?” you asked him, confused. “i gave you the key, didn’t i?”

taehyung scratched the back of his neck timidly, “yeah. i... i just don’t want to barge in like an intruder.”

five years ago, he lived with jimin in an apartment. so, even though he have his own key to this house, he still thinks that it’s not his. it’s someone’s home. you and taehyung only bought this house months ago after saving for it.

“well, you’re not an intruder when you have your key.” you quipped. “come in.”

you opened the door wider to let him in. and for the first time since you went home from the hospital, you got to be closer to him. a simple brush of his arm to yours is enough to make you miss him more. even though it was just a split second, it was able to make you miss hugging and cuddling with him again.

“did you cook something for dinner?” taehyung asked as you locked the door.

you turned around and saw him in the living room, sitting on the couch while holding the remote.

“i thought you’re spending the night in jimin’s. so i did not prepare anything.” you replied truthfully.

taehyung eyed you, “how about you? what will you eat for dinner?”

your heart swells. it’s a simple and casual concern. but, it came from taehyung. it reminds you of the last time you talk to him through a phone call. he always points out to prioritize your health. you looked away from him as you felt your cheeks warming.

“maybe i’ll just order something? like, chinese food?” you answered.

“great. make whatever you’ll order two. let’s eat together.” he said, looking back on the television.

“how about jimin?”

“he forgot he got a date for tonight. so he drops me here before going to his date.”

you giggled with thought of jimin forgetting his date again. while you make a call to order food, taehyung watched whatever’s playing in front of him. the truth is, jimin don’t have a date tonight. taehyung asked his best friend to drive him, since he can’t drive for now, after closing the shop. after that talk with jimin, he went on the day, thinking if he should spend more time with you. maybe if he will know more about you, he’ll understand everything. he knows he have issues. so, he wonders how you stayed together, even bought a house.

“oh, you’re watching that.” you sat on the other single sofa, meters away from taehyung.

taehyung noticed what’s playing, it’s a marvel movie. he knows because of the characters. but the movie seems unfamiliar. some of the characters he knows looks a bit different.

“what movie is this?” he asked with pure confusion.

“avengers: infinity war. we watched it in the cinemas together.” you shared.

“i don’t remember.” he looks at you apologetically. but you just gave him a smile. “the last one i remember is civil war.”

“it’s fine. if you want to, we can binge watch those marvel movies. from doctor strange to black widow. then, shang-chi.” you offered.

hearing this, taehyung had a surprised expression. it seems like he missed a lot for five years. he felt like a steve rogers but with an amnesia. on the other hand, you find him adorable with his reaction. you two already watched every movie and mini-series in marvel except the recent ones because of the accident. but you don’t mind watching it all again. you love it. of course, you love him too.

“maybe we should watch three to four movies each day to catch up.” taehyung suggested as he munched on his food.

you just nodded as you placed the last piece of egg roll on his rice. you know he likes it too much that he ends up eating almost all of it. taehyung thanked you before continuing. you two are watching doctor strange.

“what do you think?” he waited for your answer.

“whatever you want, tae. i still have two weeks before getting back to work. i love marvel.” you told him, making him smile.

it’s the first time he have someone with him to watch these movies. jimin found it boring while namjoon is more of a dc fan. lily have other interests. so, taehyung feels great to have you with him.

you cleaned up after the post-credit scene. taehyung insisted on helping you even though you don’t want him moving around. you two ended up sitting on the couch.

“how’s your head? are you getting head aches?” you checked on him.

taehyung shook his head, “it’s good. just felt a little dizzy while in the bakeshop.”

you nodded silently. that’s when silence took over for a few minutes before taehyung cleared his throat.

“y/n, i think we should hang around more often.” he told you and he swore he saw your eyes shine brighter.

“really? you want that?” you asked him.

“yeah. like, we’re together for four years. i want to know why.”

he waited for you to say something but when he looks at you, you just gave him a smile.

a lot sweeter this time.

a/n: this one is a sudden idea. sorry. i know i haven’t posted anything for months but i can’t let this one out of my head. it was supposed to be a one shot but it’s too long to my liking. i had to cut it off. second part is on the way. your thoughts would mean a lot. thank you. take care, loves <3

ps. i can make a taglist if you want to. 

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts au #bts x reader #bts oneshot #bts marvel #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung imagine #taehyung au #taehyung x reader #baker taehyung #restarting over again kth

[kekoma]

— semi as your boyfriend.

can’t imagine not crushing on this man. hope you enjoy.

many many thoughts with this man.

so many that it hurts in good way.

first of all, semi MOST LIKELY named one of his guitars after you.

and i’m not talking about some ordinary guitar that he may occasionally play or anything— nah, i’m talking about the most expensive one that’s gorgeous.

takes the utter most care of that guitar since he plays it often and no one is allowed to touch it.

def learns the songs you like and covers them because this man has bomb ass vocals. i said what i said and won’t take it back.

or he just plays the melody, asking that you sing instead (if you’re up to it)

when semi isn’t covering/playing songs for you then he’s writing them about you.

you’re his sole inspiration for most of the songs he ends up creating and you’re also the first one to hear it before anyone else too.

also something to point out— he creates most of those songs during the night when you’re around.

semi knows most late nights can pull out the strangest topics but it can also open you and him up at the same time when it comes to emotions.

so he’ll be staring at you from his computer chair with his guitar resting on his lap, listening precisely to every word that slip pass your lips as you laid on his bed; rambling about your emotions and how you’re thankful that the universe has put you two in the same timeline.

suddenly he starts strumming a soft tune that makes you feel like you’re floating and turning those words you said not too long ago into something lyrical, something that you two will understand but those that hear it would need to decipher (because there’s no way he’s making it easy for outsiders to understand)

AND if you know a few things about music, can sing well from taking lessons/taking a chorus class in school and/or play an instrument then semi is going AWOOGA 😍 

def can see him wanting to collab with you or asking if you could be his hidden vocals/use your voice in general (meaning he would ask you to record a fake voicemail or say his name a certain way so he can put it in the song)

although if you aren’t comfortable with that concept then he understands and won’t push you to do anything.

whew let me move on because i could literally go on and on about this man being musically talented.

anyways, semi def creates a bunch of playlist for you. 

each one having a description for why it was made and the feeling he wants to give off with it.

something i feel like he may also do is send over songs he currently listens to and says you should listen to it too so you both feel more connected.

BUT really stepping aside from music.

he’s extremely caring and respectful towards you.

truly studies you, making mental notes about everything and makes sure he avoids cause any discomfort.

when it comes to caring— semi semi here might go out his way to show you through his actions if he feels his words and physical touches may not be enough.

i’ll say he’s a bit clingy— dude loves being around you no matter what.

for sure invites you to his volleyball practices and games.

you’re his lucky charm and he enjoys the thought of knowing you’re supportive of him when it comes to volleyball.

also he’s supportive of anything you do as well, even shows up to your events too (but if it clashes with a volleyball then he won’t be able to go obviously but he makes it up by ordering food in and asking you to tell him all the details about what happened)

now i briefly brought pda earlier and its about that time to talk about it... does eita like it?

yeah he does but it’s not very common in public.

the best you’ll get from him is holding hands, small pecks on the lips/cheeks and ONCE in a blue moon will he wrap his arms around you from behind.

there’s no real reason for why he’s like that but hopefully you’re understanding.

now in private; he does a bit more pda. kisses become a bit more frequent, won’t pass up the chance to hold you in his arms through cuddling or whatever.

side fact: semi definitely likes when you’re in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and the guitar would be settled on your legs— basically teaching you how to play (if you ever asked him to)

“where do i place my fingers next?”

“right here... you’ll bring your pinky up a bit but keep these two fingers on the the second fret.” he’ll carefully move one of your fingers just to put them in the correct place.

“then you’ll strum. i’ll let you try it without my help this time.”

literally would smile when you do it, finding himself falling deeper in love with you than before.

semi adores that you’re willing to learn something he’s very passionate about it and appreciates you for even taking the time for it when you could do other things.

vvv soft and we stan that here.

moving on— lets talk about nicknames really quick.

drumroll please 🥁🥁🥁 

top nicknames: my melody/melody, love, angel and occasionally he’ll toss in lotus along with bambi. 

had to keep it cute and interesting <3 semi isn’t going for the basics.

something to mention, we’ve all seen the way he dresses in casual clothes... now you can either a) hype him up about his clothes to the point he’s no longer concerned about how tendou says he looks uncool or b) help the boy out with his style just a bit. all up to you cutie.

heh now let me discuss dates right because whew~ dates with this cutie? hits deliciously.

of course most of the dates are music related so tickets to a concert is on there, going to certain places (such as a park with others and a little picnic set up) to see free performances from new/upcoming artists and etc.

“that last set was actually good, don’t you think so melody?”

“yeah~ i liked the emotions the singer had in her voice. it really connected with me but what do you think?”

“same thing as you. however, did you notice how they had a shift in the cords that created the perfect harmonic? and it wasn’t completely soft too.”

“now that i think about it, my ears didn’t catch on the first time but yeah. oh look! the next act is going up~!”

but when he isn’t dragging you out for that then he mainly takes you out for a drive/walk around the city, cafes, those karaoke places that also serves food, shopping and stay-at-home dates which he tries his best to make them fun (there’s probably more but im just naming a few here)

dates are normally chilled with him and always fun so we loving it.

bonus: semi FOR SURE has you as his lockscreen. no doubt about it.

he loves waking up to your picture in the morning or even checking the time because he gets to see how adorable his love is.

also on his sns (instagram mainly)— he has a highlight called ‘me and my melody 🎶🤍’ which is filled with a bunch of pictures of you two together.

the pictures are so cute that they end up on Pinterest and everyone starts  spamming your dms with “so 👀 does your boyfriend have any siblings?”, “can you drop a tutorial on how to get a fine boyfriend like yours?”, “ayo 😳 think i can have him on the weekends and you get him for the weekdays?” and much more crazier things we won’t mention here.

another bonus: probably sings you to sleep if you’re having trouble sleeping. don’t try fighting me on this because i won’t allow it.

ANYWAYS, to conclude this before i have complete semi brainrot— dating this man is a 10/10 and it’s worth it.

we love semi eita over here <333

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[baroquebucky]

soft sam wilson headcanons

a/n: i love Sam so much and i have no fics of him on my acc >:( here are some soft headcanons <3

where to start because PHEW this man is everything good in the world and more

sam is very quick on his feet and is extremely charming ,,, except when he’s around you he manages to forget how to flirt

you meet through some mutual friends, and the moment he laid eyes on you it was game over

at first he shoved his feelings away, flirting with you all the time and thinking nothing of it

“you like her don’t you” sarah laughed at her brother as he looked at her, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out

after that he was a mess around you

always cautious and not wanting to mess anything up around you

you got tired of it quickly, pulling him to the side during a cookout and sternly telling him to confess whatever he was hiding

“tell me, I’m tired of you acting all weird, what did i do?” “nothing y/n” “cut the shit wilson, I’m tired of it”

“i like you! there!” he spoke, his hand moving to the back of his neck as you stared at him in shock

“I didn’t wanna tell you because i didn’t wanna make it weird and i don’t wanna put you in dang-”

best kiss of your life actually, that man knew exactly what he was doing

he was the funniest person in the world, you could confirm the fact

constant play fighting and joking around

there was never a dull moment when sam was around, always easing up the tension and helping you relax

he would always plan out special dates for the two of you, making sure to always find something new to do

he was an amazing listener, always letting you rant about whatever was bothering you, helping you through your problems or just giving you a shoulder to cry on when you needed it

you did the same for him, helping him get his mind off saving the world and just living his life as a regular person, not as an avenger

sam loved hearing you talk about how much you loved him, always wanting to hear your praise, blushing when he overheard conversations of you talking about him to your family

speaking of- your family absolutely adored him, always asking about him, being all over him when the two of you visited

your mom was absolutely in love with him, he would bring her flowers everytime, getting her favorite ones, he was respectful to your dad and if you had siblings he got along with them amazingly

arguments with Sam were far and few, but no relationship is perfect

any time you argued sam always gave you the space you needed, waiting until he knew you had calmed down before listening to what you had to say, working through how to fix the problem and making sure you were happy

of course you always did the same for him, listening to his side and always making sure the two of you were happy at the end of it all, never going to sleep angry

on the topic of sleep, sam was a huge cuddler

having his arms wrapped around you or an arm over your waist

sam LOVED holding your hand, he would play with your fingers or interlace your fingers together

he loved having you close to him, he loves pda and took any chance he had to hold your hand or kiss your face

he would do that thing where his thumb made circles on your hand ,,,, I’m crying

he would have his hand on your thigh when he would drive or he would hold you hand

he would take so many pictures of you, having you as his lockscreen

he would hype you up all the time

just sitting there watching tv? “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” eating something? “how do you manage to be so perfect?” brushing your teeth in the morning? “you are the actual embodiment of perfection baby”

never failing to shower you in compliments, making sure you knew exactly what he thought of you

he was head over heels for you, doing anything and everything you ever asked, wrapped around your finger

“sam can you help me with this?” “of course baby don’t worry I’ll finish it for you”

sam would buy you flowers all the time, anytime he came home from a mission he had a bouquet in hand

anytime he went to the store he got you some with your favorite chocolates

he would write you hand written love letters

sam wilson would be the softest and most amazing boyfriend in the world actually, it’s a fact

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson headcanon #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson Drabble #sam wilson fanfiction

[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

Loki x female!reader

Part 2 (I wanted the first part to be only oneshot, but since a lot of you asked so nicely)

Word count: 2,5K

Warning: angst, fluffy doggie

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You heard him through your door shouting your name, begging you to listen to him, to let him inside to talk to you. You didn't. Your hands tried to cover Rex's ears. Poor pup, he started shivering from all of that shouting and was clinging to you for dear life.

When Loki became quiet for few minutes you kinda expected him to kick the door, call you a bitch and leave. But nothing like that happened. Instead hard footsteps started leaving your door. You were alone once again, feeling more hollow than ever.

*

Sun hasn't even risen yet when you exited the Tower with Rex on the leash. You spent big part of the night making your little friend used to the feeling of being on string and he was already eager to try it out outside your room. You haven't met anyone on your way out, thank heavens.

It started to dawn when you finally got to the park you've been in yesterday. First rays of sun tickled you on your cheeks. Rex was running around, sniffing and marking every tree, chewing on grass and lower parts of benches. You threw him some branches and cones and giggled when he tripped over his small paws. He was so full of life. Unlike you.

You missed Loki. You hated him for what he did, true. But you still missed him. He was so desperate to explain, to make up with you. But you couldn't let him manipulate you anymore. You almost believed him when he called you 'love' and stayed at your door, pleading to be let in.

Almost.

Now that your dog was freshened up after a morning walk, both you and him deserved breakfast. You didn't feel any hunger, but you still needed to put something into you. Even if it will taste like sand in your mouth.

The elevator dinged on the floor containing living room and kitchen. You prayed Loki wasn't there. He wasn't, but you were greeted by another god instead.

Thor was sitting at the table, he had his back to you, but you knew he heard you coming. Rex excitedly ran towards him and started sniffing his leg. You gently pulled him backwards a little.

"Morning," you greeted, your voice a little less cheerful like it used to be.

Thor swallowed anything he was chewing and turned towards you. "What did you do to Loki?"

Of course he had to go and complain to his big bro. "None of your business," you retorted and tied the end of the leash around one of the chairs. You knew if you let your pup go you would have to chase him around the whole New York.

"It is my business. He is my brother-"

"Adoptive," you reminded him his own words he once said the first time you met.

"-adoptive brother. But still mine. Y/N, you used to be so close, why did you lash out on him like that?"

You rolled your eyes. "He deserved it," you started to pour water into kettle.

"He deserved it how?"

"Look, I know what are you going to think when I tell you the truth. But frankly, I don't care. He betrayed me- no, he lied to me. Our whole friendship was a damn game to him. I was a damn game to him. He manipulated me, played the poor sad victim of abusive father so I could get him out of the prison. Which I did! I was so stupid. You were right, all of you were right and I was wrong. He's a villain who can't be trusted," when you ended your rant you realized you gathered enough water for two cups of tea out of habit. You poured half of the kettle down the sink.

"And why do you think he did all of that?" Thor asked

You gulped down the lump creating in your throat upon remembering his words. "I heard him," you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

While the water was heating up you filled Rex's bowel with some canned meat and put it infront of his little snout.

"You must've heard wrong then."

"And how can you be so sure? You weren't even there!" water started bubbling.

"I know Loki better than anyone in this building," he pointed at his chest.

"Well, you know him wrong, just like I did! I trusted him and he-"

"He trusted you back! With his own life!"

"No," you sniffed. "He did not. And I see it now. All those nice things he did, all those hugs and gifts. He did all of it so I could trust him more," you turned away from him. "I don't know why he's still keeping up the 'good guy' facade. He knows I found out. Does he really think me so stupid to fall for his trick again?" a tear or two escaped your eyes.

"He doesn't. I have known him his whole life Y/N, he's not that kind of a person. He is genuenly sorry."

"Then why isn't he here? Why isn't he telling me he's sorry? Did he make you fix his mistake?" you asked a little too tetchily.

"Y/N, I-"

"Y/N! My dear, you are up earlier than I expected," Thor's voice came from behind you. The one in front of you, did a facepalm, pain on his face. "It is a nice sight to wake up to," the Thor behind you winked, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the other Thor hiding his face in his big palm.

You turned to the facepalming Thor. "Loki, you nasty bastard!" your hand was twitching to throw still burning kettle at his head as he let the illusion vanish, but you didn't want to scare Rex.

"Y/N, listen to me," he took a stwp forward, you step backward and your lower back hit the counter.

"And why should I?! You lied again! How am I supposed to trust you after all your lies?!"

"Technically I didn't lie, you never asked if I was the real Thor," there was his silvertongue again.

"Fuck you and your sarcasm, Laufeyson," you never wished for a puppy to finish eating more than now. All you wanted to do was pick him up and hide in your room again.

"Whoa, is this about the yelling we heard yesterday?" Thor asked.

"You heard it?" you couldn't have been so loud, could you?

"Yelling yes, topic no."

"Oh, so he didn't boast?" you glared back at the trickster god.

"No, I am a big boy, I can fix my own problems without pouring my heart out to anyone. So to answer your previous question: no, I did not make Thor fix my mistake. And for your second question: I am here now, and I am willing to apologize, even though I did nothing wrong, technically."

"Yeah, technically you only broke my trust and my heart," you took your cup of tea in one hand, put Rex's bowel in the sink and untied his leash with the second hand.

He ran before you and held you by your shoulders. "Technically I was doing what I had to."

"Yes, getting some gold digger drunk and getting in her pants is something you had to do," you tried to walk by him but his grip was firm.

"No, you misunderstood the whole situation. It was part of a mission. She was a mistress of one retired agent of hydra and she allegedly had some useful info. Tony thought that with my charm and silvertongue I could make her give it to us," his eyes seemed to tell the truth.

"And how did your conversation turn to me, huh?"

He sighed. "She saw my lockscreen and asked who was the girl on it. I had to lie. I had to tell her all those filthy lies to convince her I truly want her. My tongue burned the whole time, believe me."

You looked at him, long and hard. A sad chuckle escaped your lips. "You are a master at lying, I give you that. And this one," you slipped from his grasp, "was well thought out."

You ran to your room, leaving both brothers bewildered in the kitchen. When you closed the door behind you and let Rex go off his leash, that's when you broke. You fell down toyour knees and started crying. How could you be so stupid to fall for one of his tricks again?

You felt Rex's little tongue licking salty trials from your cheeks, his wet cold nose nudging your face. He brought you one of his squeeky toys and showed you how to play with them. He was doing anything to cheer you up.

This little guy knew you for only a day and a half and he already loved you with his entire being. The stranger in park was right, dog really is man's bestfriend.

*

You played with your pup. You didn't have enrgy to do anything more productive. He already understood the concept of retrieving and he always came running back to you with any toy you threw him.

When it was time for lunch, you put a leash on Rex and using secret staircases and halls to avoid kitchen and any common areas you got out. On your way to the park you bought yourself something to eat.

Rex smelled the meat in the food and stood up on two legs, begging for a treat. One does not simply resist his puppy eyes.

When you entered through the gate circling the park you spot a big familiar golden retriever. Ollie.

He recognised you and was dragging his owner by his leash towards you. The owner recognised you too. "Hello there, do you remember me?"

"Of course I do. As well as this pretty boy," you patted Ollie on the head. Rex got jealous and instead of greeting a fellow canine he tugged your jean with his tiny needle-like teeth. You scratched him behind his ears. "But of course, you are much prettier boy," as if he understood the praise he puffed his tiny chest and looked very pleased with himself.

"I see you followed my advice," the man pointed at your dog.

"Yeah, and you were right. He did make everything a little better. At times," you smiled sadly.

"Don't worry, time heals everything," he put his hand on your shoulder sympatheticly.

"I hope so," you sighed.

"By the way, seems like we are becoming dog buddies. Wouldn't it be good to know each others' names?" he changed the subject.

"Yeah, I suppose it would," you held out your free hand. "Y/N."

He took it. "Max."

*

You convinced Max to stay out with you as long as he could. You really didn't want to return to Tower anytime soon. You made at least 4 rounds around the enormous park, Rex gave up walking after the thrid one and you had to carry him.

Max told you how he got cheated on in more detail. How it resoluted in a big fight, flying plates and broken bottles. You told him your own situation. You had to change few details, so he wouldn't find out you are an Avenger.

"What do you think Max? Should I trust him?"

"Honestly? I don't know. He did sound like a cool guy until you got to the whole 'gold digger' part. Do you want to trust him?"

Your eyes studied dirt below your boots. "Yes, he was my closest friend. And I miss him. But I can't let myself be his toy again. I don't want him to hurt me," you hugged Rex tighter to your chest and he started licking any piece of skin he could reach, mainly your neck.

"He sounded like he was really sorry. I would try to reason with him and talk to him more, but I can't tell you what to do."

You hummed. Your bag started to buzz. You fished out your phone and looked at the icon. It was blank, but the caller ID was called 'Loki'. You made few changes at night and deleted the old selfie.

"Speak of the devil," you reluctantly picked up. "What do you want?"

"To show you a proof," his voice sounded tired and emotionless. A little hoarse.

"Why are you still trying?" you asked, tiredness evident in your voice too.

"Because I don't want to loose you. Please, just this once. Let me show it to you, and then you are free to leave. For good," he really sounded defeated. If you didn't know better you would run to him and hugged him tightly.

You pondered it a little. It could be another trick. Eventually you gave in. "Fine, I'll be there in 10 to 15 minutes," you hung up and turned towards Max. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was great talking to you!"

"You too. Good luck!"

*

"This better not be one of your tricks," you entered Bruce's second lab, just as Loki instructed. He was sitting at one of Bruces desks behind a big monitor. "It isn't, trust me."

"That's something that's really hard to do," you glared.

He hid his hurt and pressed play. A video from security cameras was playing. With audio as well. You saw him pouring red wine fro him and the woman. She wasn't blond how you imagined her but the rest of her looked exactly like in your head: plastic.

Few flirts were exchanged and then you heard the part you were already familiar with. Your heart hurt and you felt Rex rub himself on your leg.

He was telling the truth. When she said what they wanted to hear, Loki touched her forhead and she stood up and left as if nothing ever happened.

He turned the video off and turned to you. You didn't know how to react. You were so glad he didn't mean those words he said. But hearing them still hurt.

"Loki, I know what you said wasn't truth, and I really want to trust you again. But..."

He hung his head. "I understand. Being friends with a liar is risky as it is," he stood up and walked toward glass doors.

'Move! Tell him something! Anything! Tell him you're sorry! Tell him you want to be friends again!' your mind screamed at you. You opened your mouth, but no words left it. You felt paralyzed.

Before he could exit completely, he turned towards you and smiled, though his eyes were hollow and wet. "He does deserve the 'best friend' title more than me," his voice broke in the middle of the sentence and left, before you could hear his heart breaking anew.

Part 3?

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki angst #loki x reader angst #im sorry

[realcube]

nurse’s office || tobio kageyama x reader

summary: you visit your boyfriend - tobio kageyama - in the nurse’s office after hinata spiked a ball directly at his face

tw// blood, swearing, mentions of violence 

You rushed down the hallway, jacket half on and half waving around as a cape behind you while still stuffing your supplies from the previous class into your handbag as you ran. 

Yes, ran. One of the hall monitors tried to get you to slow down by shoving their arm out in front of your path but you simply swerved them; nothing was going to stop you from getting to your stupid blueberry boyfriend. 

Also, the fact that you were mad too made your expression ten times more threatening and dark so if the hall monitor did somehow get you stop, he would’ve immediately regretted it.  

Your all-around aggressive demeanour was probably the reason that girls like Yachi were simping for you and boys like Hinata shat their pants whenever you were in a 10 foot radius of them. And due to your need to constantly make snarky remarks - yet the paired with the inability to receive them without getting your feelings hurt - it was almost inevitable that you’d end up with someone like Kageyama.

Eventually, you reached the door of the nurse office; a place that was all too familiar as you’d sit in there for hours holding and icepack to your bloody nose or your black eye after getting in another fight with some braindead scum who tried to two-time one of your friends - which was a shamefully often occurrence. 

You chapped on the door; not something you’d usually do but you’d rather knock than walk in during his check-up. “Bakeyama..” You grumbled, pulling out a pocket mirror from your purse to check if you had ruined your lipgloss - which you hadn’t. “Can I come in?”

It took a moment but then you were finally greeted by the angelic noise of Kageyama groaning from the other side of the door, “Eh, no. Go away.” 

You giggled, a sweet smile graced your perfectly glossed lips as you shoved your pocket mirror away, pushing the door open as you sung in your best ‘lovely girlfriend’ voice, “I’m coming in, baby.” Which resulted in you immediately being met by Kageyama roaring, “Boke! I said go away!”

You rolled your eyes, slipping through the doorway and promptly closing it behind you, your expression immediately dropping into a frown as you realised Kageyama was in a situation you were quite familiar with. He was sitting on the ‘bed’ - which was in fact a regular duo school desk with a duvet and pillow on it - with tissues sticking out from his bleeding nostrils. 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, king - it’s not like you haven’t seen mine like..a hundred times.” 

Kageyama didn’t understand most things but your statement especially perplexed him, “Seen what a hundred times? Your panties?” That was the most obvious conclusion he could come to but if that was what you meant - as much as he wished it was - it wouldn’t be true. 

His question precipitated a burst of heat to erupt on the tips of your ears, slowly flowing from there to cover your cheeks, leading to you hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment, “Stupid! No! I meant my bloody nose!” 

Kageyama nodded, unable to stifle a laugh at how cute you looked while flustered, “Ah, okay.” He hummed, trying to admire your blushing face but your hands shielding his view made it a challenge. “I like your nails.”

You paused, removing your hands from your face and turned them around to look at your plain, unmanicured nails. You shot your boyfriend a puzzled look, “Huh? But they’re not even done.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Kageyama sighed, mindlessly cracking his knuckles. “I just wanted you to move your hands so I could see your face.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, about to give him a scolding for not applying those sort of problem solving skills to his schoolwork but he began speaking again before you even got the chance to open your mouth, “How did you even know I was here?”

You hummed in thought before pulling out your phone, inputting your PIN then opening IMessage to show Kageyama the texts that Hinata sent you.

You impatiently rolled your eyes as Illiteracyama took what felt like a millennium to read those two messages, “I figured you were in the nurse’s office because the tangerine wouldn’t have mentioned it otherwise.” 

Kageyama nodded, finally averting his gaze from the phone as an indication that he had finally finished reading the messages, “Yeah, okay. You should respond though, he’s probably shitting himself right now thinking that you’re going to beat him up or something.”

“Why would he think I’d do that?” You innocently inquired, checking you lip-gloss in your front camera again - it was basically second nature at this point. 

“I don’t know. He’s just a pussy, I guess. The rest of the team aren’t intimidated by you at all.” Kageyama mused, recalling how fond most of the team were of you when you first met them at a match.

You simply shrugged, closing your camera and opening IMessage back up, typing the most reassuring response you could think of. It was a struggle because everything you said could’ve came off as threatening depending on how he interpreted it but you ultimately settled with:

After you placed your phone back into your into your purse, you turned your attention back to Mr bloody nose sat in front of you. After a moment of exchanging an intense gaze with him, you burst out laughing, causing Kageyama to quirk up an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

You tossed your head back in bliss, wiping tears of joy away from your eyes, “You look so cute with the tissues- and the nose-” You were hardly able to  form a whole, cohesive sentence through your wheezes.

Your choice of words being ‘cute’ to describe him set his cheeks aflame, “I-jus-you-” he stammered, not sure how exactly to respond, thus he blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Fuck off.”

You paid no attention to his comment and eventually you cackles died down to nothing but light pants accompanied by a gleeful smile. “Yeah,” You breathed, glancing at the time displayed on the clock by the door, “I should probably get going - unless you’d miss me to much.” You cooed, pulling out your pocket mirror again to make sure your tears didn’t ruin your lashes. 

“You wish.” Kageyama smirked, always having felt respect for how much effort and dedication you put into your makeup and image - it kinda made him want to care about his appearance more but then again, why would he want to put in the extra time in the morning to spike his hair rather than doing something more productive like.. practising sets?

“How long until you’re allowed to leave? Did the nurse tell you?” You inquired out of curiosity, slipping on the other sleeve of your jacket which had apparently been hanging off this whole time.

Kageyama subconsciously extended his arm out intertwine his fingers with yours as he wracked his brain for the answer, “I think she said I can go home when a family member comes to pick me up - which is stupid because I am literally fine to walk home myself but she said it had to do with protocol and stuff.” He trailed off closer to the end of his sentence, his hoarse voice lowering drastically. 

“Yeah.” You mused, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand as you glanced around the room in search of anything you might’ve accidentally dropped but the coast seemed clear. “Anyway, um, bye!” You chirped, leaning in to peck him on the lips as you’d usually do but they were currently covered the long pieces of tissue hanging out his nose. So, instead you craned your neck upwards to plant a kiss on his forehead before letting go of his hand, turning on your heels and heading out.

“Bye.” Kageyama grumbled in response. 

You gently closed the door behind you and strolled over to the gates of the school at your own pace, you took a longer route though so you didn’t have to pass the hall monitor you veered around on your way to the nurse’s office.

Upon arriving at the gates of the school to start your journey home, you felt your purse vibrate so you pulled out your phone, examining the lockscreen for the notification. It was a text from Kageyama. Of course that piqued your interest so you opened it immediately, the text in question causing a light blush to cross your features.

You smiled; everything about this was just hilarious to you.

Firstly, of course Kageyama’s first time saying ‘I love you’ was going to be over text. And you couldn’t blame him either, it’s an intimidating thing to say aloud so you were just glad he had the balls to say it over IMessage.

Secondly, you were very proud of Illiteracyama for being able to spell such a hard set of words in so little time as it had only been around 4 minutes since you left the nurse’s office - this must be a new personal record for him. 

And last but not least, the cherry on top, it was followed by this extremely charming and persuasive message. 

You burst out laughing on the spot and luckily there was nobody around to judge you. Oh, the joy Kageyama would make you feel after saying the most simple things - it was almost like his superpower; besides his killer sets.

Wiping another tear from your eye, you typed your response with weak fingers. 

#haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #kageyama #haikyuu tobio #tobio headcanons #tobio x y/n #kageyama x reader #kageyama x y/n #kageyama smau #kageyama fluff #kageyama hcs #tobio fluff #tobio smau #kageyama tobio #hq kageyama #tobio kageyama

[sandwichrin]

Hello! May I request a Haruto angst where Y/n is a YG trainee and YG forced her to break up with Haruto and then they cross paths years later?

Hi! Sorry for the late response ;-; but here you go! (Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted Haruto to be a YGA as well in this situation but since you said because y/n is a YG trainee and had to break up with him, I assumed that it’s because they wouldn’t let y/n date a debuted YGA)  Hope you like it <3

(Requested, Haruto x y/n, Angst)

“You can’t be serious y/n,” Haruto said, clearly not satisfied with what you said to him.

“I’m not kidding Ruto...” you took a deep breath, your eyes obviously avoiding to look at him.

The both of you were at a secluded rooftop cafe where you both have always been to for your ‘dates’ since it was the best hideout for the both of you to meet up and spend time together. 

You see, you and Haruto have been dating each other since for a couple of years now. When you first became a trainee, your relationship was definitely rocky after that but the both of you were strong enough to hold onto it because clearly, you both are deeply in love with each other. 

Your date nights become less frequent, you hardly talk on the phone or chat with each other, but that was never the case. You both were fine with it all. As long as you both knew you had each other. 

“What...” Haruto lets out a scoff, “This is absurd! I know that we’ve spent less time with each other but I also know that how we feel about each other isn’t the cause of this.”

You took a sip off your warm tea. Placing the cup down, you mustered your courage to look at your boyfriend in the eyes. 

“Fine then. It wasn’t the cause. It’s not. You know...how much I love you, right?”

Haruto leaned in closer to you and spoke softly this time, “Then what is it? You know you can tell me, right?”

Hearing him speak to you that way, made you realise how saddening this was. You were putting up a tough show in front of him and yet right now, you just want to hug him and cry your eyes out. Because this isn’t what you wanted it to be for the both of you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before saying, “They found out, Ruto. They found out about us. You know I can’t date you. Especially me being a new trainee there and you being one of their famously renowned artist. It...just doesn’t work that way,” 

Haruto moved away from you, leaning back into his chair this time. He lets out a frustrated sigh. 

You observed him. The pained look on his face, how much he’s dissatisfied at how he doesn’t have much say in this matter.

Haruto lets out another sigh, this time it was louder. “I told you didn’t I? I told you this many times, but you just had to do this, right? You just couldn’t wait, could you?!”

You scoffed. “What?! What exactly did you tell me, huh? How was I to know it would be like this?” you cried back at him.

You weren’t sure but you thought you could see Haruto’s eyes pooling with tears by now. He was hurt. He was truly hurt by this.

“I told you not to audition at my agency! I have been supporting your dreams of wanting to become an idol but I told you to stay away from YGE! You know they don’t allow their artists to date!”

You gasped out loud at what he said, “How could you say that?! We were already dating even before I got in as a trainee! You were literally dating someone even when you were already debuted!”

“And we were fine! We were fine....” this time, tears were already falling down Haruto’s cheeks.

Your grip on your chair tightened. You couldn’t take it.

When YGE told you to breakup with your boyfriend, Haruto, because they wouldn’t allow their trainees to date, you thought Haruto would simply understand why you had to do it. You thought it would be easy. But why does this hurt so bad?

“Y/n....y/n please, please don’t leave me, please. I love you. We can do this, I’ll talk to the management about us, I can fix this,” Haruto pleads, his tears still streaming down his beautiful face.

You shook your head. You knew that was impossible. There was no way their management would even agree of you both being together. They found out about you and Haruto and immediately you were told to break off your relationship with him. What makes him think that anything he said would change their minds??

But you wanted to achieve your dreams as well. And truthfully, being a YG trainee was already a strong step towards achieving your dreams. Why doesn’t Haruto understand that?

You got up from your seat and walked over to him who was sitting opposite you. You wrapped your arms around his sitting frame, giving him a back hug to comfort him.

“Please y/n...” Haruto said softly. His sadness was still heard from his voice. 

You closed your eyes and apologised to him. “I’m sorry, Ruto...I love you, but this...this has to be the end of us.”

.2 years later.

“There she is! Ahh our shining star!” the host of the show said as he saw you entering the show’s set.

You smiled at him and bowed at the people around you, mostly towards the other guests of the show and the cameramen along with the PD crew there.

“Hello everyone! It’s me, the shining, charming y/n!” you greeted everyone there.

“Aigoo, you’re one bright kid, y/n! No wonder your fans love you so much!” the much older host said.

You simply smiled and nodded at what he said. This was your first time being on a renowned show since you debuted months ago and truthfully, since you’ve always been doing contents and shows that were smaller before, today you could feel your nerves racking.

“Oh wait, before we start with our show, we have another guest! Another YG artist too, y/n! You must’ve known him,” the host chuckled.

You smiled and looked at the host questioningly. Who was invited here aside from you? Blackpink? Ikon? Winner?

Your eyes widened when you saw him. How could you forget...about Treasure.

Haruto entered the set, smiling his handsome smile, waving at the cameras and bowing in respect towards all the elders there.

You felt your heart beat fast. How did the both of you end up as guests in the same show??

Haruto caught a glimpse of your eyes and he smiled timidly at you. You nodded briefly at him, trying to maintain composure for the sake of the show. 

All the time throughout being a trainee, and even when you debuted, you had never interacted with him. Not once ever since the two of you broke up. You avoided him in the hallways, the gatherings, and it was all perfect.

But today? You weren’t so sure as to how to avoid him now. 

The show began and all of you, including the rest of the guests starring in the show were seated side by side with one another.

And coincidentally, your seat was right beside Haruto’s. 

Lucky for you, you were deeply concentrating on the show so you weren’t paying much attention on him.

Some time passed by and the host called for a commercial break, “Okay we’ll be right back after the break!”

You waved at the camera, waiting for the director to officially give you all the break.

“And, CUT! Perfect! Good job everyone! 10 minutes break for everyone!”

You sighed in relief. You were so into the show that you had been very active in talking and responding to everyone in the room. Well, to everyone except for Haruto of course.

Your makeup artist approached you and you could also see Haruto’s attending to him as well. 

“y/n, you’re sweating a lot today. be careful okay? We don’t want to accidentally smear your mascara,” your makeup artist advised you. 

You nodded at her and let her dab the sweat off your skin.

It only took you 2-3 minutes to have you look all fresh again, thanks to your skillful makeup artist, and when she left, you realised that you were alone with Haruto, still sitting in your respective seats.

You looked down at your thighs, trying to act like you weren’t bothered with him being there beside you.

“Nervous?” you heard him say.

Your head turned to look at him.

His face was fully facing you right now. “You were really great out there, y/n,”

Your skin shivered. It’s been so long since you heard him call your name. 

“I...uh, thanks,” you muttered quickly at him.

The both of you kept quiet right after that. No one else said anything until the show started again.

                                                            *

The show ended and everyone was thanking each other and talking further about how they enjoyed the show. You were doing the same too and when you were done, you headed towards your dressing room to go check on your phone, since you were pretty sure your group members were probably asking you about how your filming went. 

You entered the empty room and saw your phone on the dressing table, laying with it’s screen face down.

You didn’t remember leaving it that way but whatever, you hurriedly took it and tried to key in your passcode.

But then you stopped. 

You realised that the lockscreen on the phone wasn’t yours.

It was obvious it wasn’t yours because....the lockscreen was a picture of you. 

You immediately placed the phone back down on the dresser. You backed away from the dresser and you felt your heart beating fast.

Whose phone was that? And why does that person has a picture of me as their lockscreen?? And what’s worst, it was a picture from when you were much younger, from when you first became a trainee at YG too!

“Y/n!” you heard your manager call out your name, which made you turn around.

“Yes, oppa?” you asked your manager, your voice a little shaky.

“Oh? What’s with you? Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” your manager asked, worried about you.

You forced a laugh at him, “What? No way! I’m okay oppa. I just...uh, yeah, feeling tired that’s all,” you assured him.

“Okay...our van will be here soon, so make sure to gather all your stuff before we leave, okay?”

“Alright! Oh wait, oppa, have you seen my phone?”

“Your phone?”

“Yeah,”

“Oh, you gave it to me to hold while you were recording remember? Here it is,” he said as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and gave it to you.

“Oh, thanks,” you said laughing at how silly you were for forgetting.

“I’ll call you up when the van arrives yea? I need to go talk to the PD staff for a bit,” your manager said before he left.

You nodded at him briefly and got started at gathering your stuff to bring home. 

And just then, you heard footsteps approaching inside the room as well.

You turned to see who it was and surely enough, it was Haruto. 

Both of your eyes met and yet still, no one said anything.

Haruto walked towards the dresser and grabbed the phone that was on it.

He was about to leave but then he stopped to look at you again. He looked like he wanted to say something but then he shook his head and decided to just leave the room.

He probably doesn’t know it but your eyes were fixed on him. It had been two years but that feeling you had for him, it was rushing back to you. 

You wanted to run to him, maybe talk to him more. It would be a horrible lie to say that you didn’t miss him at all. You felt it, the pain in your chest. 

The both of you were in the same show, the same room, and yet you both couldn’t say anything to each other. Why? 

And why does he have your picture saved as his lockscreen? Even after these years?

“Y/n, the van is here. Let’s head home,” your manager said at the door.

“Okay!” you said, trying to sound cheerful and unaffected by what you’re feeling at the moment.

You hurried out of the dressing room and at the corner of your eye, just outside the dressing room, you saw Haruto standing, leaning against the wall. 

He was staring at the bracelet he was wearing. You could see his finger tracing the small, white charm on it.

“Y/n, the van is this way,” your manager called out to you, as he noticed you stopping in your tracks.

“Oh, right! I’m on my way!” you called out to him back.

You decided to take a last peek at Haruto and that’s when both your eyes met again. 

You saw the look in his eyes. 

The pained, sorrow look he had like the last time you both met at the rooftop cafe. The same pained look he had when you told him that you wanted to end your relationship with him back then.

You felt your eyes sting from the tears you were holding back. The memories came flowing back to you by now. 

Feeling overwhelmed, you took a deep breath and ran outside towards your van outside.

As you entered the van, you leaned back against your seat and closed your eyes. You felt your chest beating in pain, your head heavy, and your eyes finally letting the tears overflow. Although your eyes were closed, you could feel your tears streaming down your face and chin. 

It hurts. Why does it hurt this much? Was this how he felt when you broke off things? Why does it hurt this bad when it’s been over for years??

You opened your eyes and hurriedly searched for your purse in your handbag. 

Pulling out the purse from the bag, you unzipped the coin compartment and there it was, still beautifully intact, 

The similar white charmed, silver bracelet Haruto had gifted you years back. 

#treasure #TREASURE IMAGINE #ygtreasure #haruto #hauto imagine #haruto scenario #watanabe haruto #haruto imagine #treasure haruto #haruto angst #treasure angst #requested #anon #anon request

[kpopcrockpot]

OnlyOneOf as Boyfriends

Summary: My headcanons on what I think the OOO boys would be like as boyfriends. These are just for funsies and just my own entertainment. Let me know what you think! 💕

A/N: Proofed by @bfsubin​ whom I love dearly 💕

Categories: fluff, shameless flirting

KB

Coffee shop dates where you sit for hours and talk about anything and everything

Always makes time to check in with you, even when he’s busy

Holds your hand while he’s driving

Would absolutely make a song for you, and play it for you in his studio

He looks so relieved when you tell him you love it, and kisses you under the multicolored lights

You own several items of clothing from him, whether he gifted them to you or you “borrowed” them and he “forgot” to ask for them back

He invites you with him to all the random places he goes for inspiration--museums, cafes, shops, parks, etc.

Conversations with Kyubin are never boring-- he’s got loads of random knowledge and loves sharing all of it with you if you’ll listen

He loves to see you laugh, so any joke he can crack to make you smile is a win in his book

Professional Big Spoon, can’t fall asleep without you tucked into his arms

If you’re upset about something, he’ll hold you to his chest, facing him, and kiss the top of your head

Love

Food is very important to him okay

He’s either cooking for you or bringing takeout when he knows you’ve had a long day

Has definitely puppy-eyed his way into feeding you once or twice

His lockscreen is a picture of you with his dogs, and he is known to refer to you as their mom

He tells you he loves you all the time, like he thinks you’re gonna forget if he doesn’t

Likes to have you nearby when he’s composing a song

He’ll never run out of inspiration that way

--all he has to do is look up at you and the music just comes to him

Makes his own vlogs just for him to look back on later, and includes you in them

He’s really good about letting you pick where you visit or eat

He often buys you plants while he’s out, even if it’s just a potted orchid or a little succulent

His entire family and friend group know about you before long, and Love nervously asks you if you want to meet them

It makes him so happy when you do, and everyone loves you just as much as he does

Rie

Loves to dance with you and show you his choreography before he brings it to the group

Very affectionate, and has no hesitation about kissing you whenever/wherever

Loves to tease you and joke with you-- cute banter is his preferred mode of communication

Sticking tongues out at each other from across the room

Plays with your fingers absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

When he sleeps, he curls up against you and hugs you close

If you move, he doesn’t wake up-- he just pulls you closer and hums in his sleep

Touches your butt a lot

Likes to give you his hats to wear if it’s cold out, especially the cute ones with ears on them

Deep conversations when you stay up late at night

He loves to put his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

Always makes it a point to make you feel included in group activities

Chooses you for his team every single time

Yoojung

Making tea for the two of you and then sitting down to do crafts together

Plays with your hair if you’ve had a bad day, or if you can’t sleep, or if he just wants to

Self-Care King is 100% gonna make sure you’re taking care of yourself too

Face masks and scented candles are frequent gifts from him

His favorite way to spend a Friday night is having a Harry Potter marathon with you, complete with popcorn and a blanket fort

Likely to surprise you with flowers--a bright, mixed bundle of them bound in paper and twine

If not flowers, then coffee

The man knows that the key to keeping you happy is keeping you caffeinated

His camera reel is full of selfies of the two of you trying out various and increasingly ridiculous snapchat filters

Pulling pranks on the others together

Generally just being weird and dramatic together

He’s shown you his signed Taemin CD like five times but he’s cute when he’s excited

Any time he falls or trips over something, he comes pouting to you for a kiss to make it better

Junji

Shy boy at first, but once he gets comfortable around you, he opens up a bit

With Junji, comfort also means he can be weird around you

From strange little inside jokes to doing weird dances together

Jokingly gifts you with a comb as a symbol of his love

But he still looks very proud of himself when he makes you laugh

His phone is full of videos of you playing with his cat

He makes a point to ask you often, how you’re feeling and if there’s anything he can do to make you happier

He watches horror movies with you even though he’s terrified of them

Which means he usually lets you lean against him on the couch so he can hide his face in your shoulder during scary scenes

Sometimes when he does crafts for a vlog, he gives you whatever he made instead of keeping it for himself

Especially if it’s a theme or color you would like

His eyes light up when he sees you, no matter how long it’s been since he saw you last

Favorite couple activity? Taking naps lol

Invites you to his horseback riding events, and always finds you in the crowd

Mill

Not the most physically affectionate, but he insists on taking a million pictures with you

You figure out pretty quickly that that’s his way of showing he loves you

If that didn’t make his feelings obvious, they certainly are when he lets you win at MarioKart

He doesn’t just do that for anyone you know

You’re also the only one that can convince him to stop stealing Love’s food, and this does not go unnoticed

The guys make fun of Mill for being whipped, but he takes it in stride

You balance out the affection by roasting each other alive at every opportunity, even in public

He gets butthurt over third-wheeling with Love and Nine during group activities so he comes to you for comfort

You realized you’re his comfort human after he got a haircut that he hated and needed many, many reassurances (specifically from you) that he still looked cute

He picks out movies to show you because he thinks you’d like them

Gives you his cardigans to wear and loves seeing you in them

Nine

Plays guitar for you

Prefers to play video games with you near him

Whether it’s with your head on his chest or him leaning against you, he just feels comfier that way

Whines when you’re not giving him attention

Especially if you’re giving more attention to one of the guys

When things get more serious, you notice that Nine listens to you

Like really listens to you

He hears everything you say and responds to it in kind, respecting your ideas and feelings

That being said, he’s also a mischievous person

He’s most likely to flirt with you shamelessly around others, even (especially) if it makes you blush

Even if you scold him, he just does aegyo and uses his cute charms until you forgive him

Every time he buys himself a plushie, he buys you one too

You have a quickly-growing pile of them on your bed, but they’re nice to snuggle with when Nine is away

#onlyoneof #ooo #my writing #onlyoneof writing #onlyoneof hcs #onlyoneof headcanons #kpop #Kpop writing

[leejungchans]

— reunited.

🆕 ask juliet anything!! | juliet’s masterlist

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): none!!

note: words in bold are spoken in english!!

set in early 2017

summary: in which juliet bumps into someone very, very familiar and dear to her heart.

Juliet nods her head along to the music playing from her earphones as she peruses the snack aisle in the supermarket. Her classes ended a bit earlier today, giving her more time before she has to be at the company for training. What better way to spend that time than getting snacks to share with the others during their breaks?

Definitely chocolate, she thinks as she grabs a bar from one of the shelves, pausing for a few seconds before grabbing two more. Who am I kidding? We’ll inhale it within thirty seconds if I get just one. What if I also got chips? Or is that too much if we’re going to get tteokbokki after training?

Sighing, Juliet looks wistfully at the assortment of snacks before lowering her head and speed-walking through the aisle. If I can’t see it, I won’t be tempted.

Stopping by the dairy section, she reaches for a bottle of banana milk after much deliberation between it and the strawberry milk. This specific brand of flavoured milk was the first thing she had after landing in South Korea, and since then she’d always try to have either before practice or evaluations as a good luck charm whenever possible.

Juliet is about to head to the cashier when she spies a boy around her age standing only a few feet away from her looking at the selection of bottled tea. Her heart skips a beat when she catches the side profile of the boy. It can’t be him... can it? But he looks so awfully similar to...

Before she can be sure, the boy makes his choice and disappears behind the aisle she was just in. Juliet finds herself following after him. She wanted—no, needed—to confirm she hadn’t been seeing things, that he is indeed who she thinks he is. It’s been so long since she’s seen him, she can’t just leave without being sure.

Doing her best to act natural, she walks back to the snack aisle and grabs a bag of spicy chips, pretending to read the label when she’s really trying to get a better look at the boy out of the corner of her eye. Unfortunately, the boy isn’t near enough for her to be sure, and before Juliet can inch closer to him, he leaves the aisle.

Damn it, I knew I should’ve put on my glasses.

Hastily shoving the bag of chips back into its original place, Juliet hurries to catch up with him, carefully peeking behind the shelves to see which section he went into.

Wait... do I look suspicious right now? What if someone’s watching me through the CCTV and thinks I’m trying to steal something? The thought causes her to shudder, hoping she’ll get her answer as quickly as possible so she won’t have to act like this anymore.

Passing through the aisles, Juliet finally finds the boy looking at the instant ramen before casually slipping in and grabbing a random one from the shelf, once again watching him using her peripheral vision. Is this weird? This is so weird. Man, if he’s not who I think he is, I would’ve done all this for nothing... Fuck! He’s looking this way! Don’t look at him, don’t look at him, don’t look at him... 1790mg of Sodium... interesting... what riveting information...

So deep in thought, Juliet doesn’t realises that he’s approaching her until she feels him trying to squeeze past her in the narrow corridor in an effort to leave. Jumping in surprise from the sudden contact, the bowl of ramen slips from Juliet’s hold and falls to the ground with a clatter.

“Sorry!” they both squeak in unison, the boy crouching down to pick up the ramen before she can do so herself. When he looks up to hand it back to her, they freeze upon getting a good look at the other’s face, eyes widening with realisation.

“Felix?”

“Juliet?”

Huge smiles slowly spread across their faces after getting over the initial shock before they pull each other in a hug.

“It’s so good to see you!” Juliet squeals. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here now!” Felix explains once they separate, laughing when her eyes widen comically at his revelation.

“Shut the front door. Really?”

“Yeah! I auditioned for JYP a while ago and got accepted, and they told me to move here immediately. I wanted to contact you, but I think you changed your phone number...”

“Oh, I did,” Juliet says sheepishly. “But I’m glad we ran into each other here! Well, not really ran into... I was kinda following you around the store like a creep because I was trying to make sure if you were really... you.”

Felix giggles. “Were you? I didn’t notice. I just thought you were another student trying to buy snacks after school.”

“I mean... that part’s true,” Juliet says with a grin as they walk back to the cashier to pay. “But anyways, it’s so great that you’re with JYP now! Are you doing okay with settling in and stuff?”

He nods slowly. “I think so, I’m still adjusting to the culture shock and practising my Korean, but the boys there are helping me a lot! One of them is also from Sydney, can you believe it?”

“You’ll have to introduce us sometime then,” she says as she hands the cashier some money while he scans her items. “Plus, you found me now! So if you need anything or just someone to talk to, you can reach me! You have a Korean number now, right?”

He nods again, rummaging for his wallet and phone in his bag before handing the latter to Juliet so she can enter her number in while he pays. The two leave the supermarket with a quick “thank you!” to the cashier as she returns his phone.

“‘Aussie sister’?” Felix laughs, reading the contact name she saved for herself.

“Yeah! You can change it if you want, or if you already met another Aussie sister at JYP,” she pouts. “In that case, I can be ‘Aussie sister #2’ or ‘Julie’ or whatever.”

“Nah, I don’t know any other Aussies here other than you and the boy I mentioned earlier. His name’s Chan, by the way! Where are you going now? To SM?”

Juliet smiles melancholically. “I’m not with SM anymore, Lix,” she says softly, watching his eyebrows crease with worry. “I’m with another company now called KQ. It’s much smaller compared to SM, but I’m happy there and they treat me well, so don’t worry.”

“Well, if you’re happy, then it’s all that matters!” Felix says brightly. “I have to go back to JYP too, but we’ll meet up more now that I’m here, right?” he adds the last part hopefully.

“Definitely! When we have time, I’ll take you to all my favourite food places in this area,” Juliet promises.

Felix beams. “I can’t wait! Take care, okay? And good luck with training.”

“You too. Again, it’s really, really nice seeing you again.”

“Likewise... so, this is goodbye?” he asks when they come to a intersection, being able to tell that Juliet has to go the other route from the direction her feet are pointing at.

“Yeah... but only for now! Remember to text me later so I’ll have your number!”

Felix nods. “I will. I’ll see you around?”

“You bet. I still have so much to tell you,” Juliet tells him before they hesitantly go their separate ways, knowing they both have to be at their companies soon but still wanting to catch up more.

It doesn’t take long for her to turn around to watch Felix’s retreating figure, though she immediately bursts into laughter when he does the same, and the two friends give each other one last exaggerated wave before disappearing into the crowds of people.

Despite the freezing temperature, Juliet feels warm and fuzzy on the inside, overjoyed from seeing her childhood friend for the first time in years while also knowing that there will be more to come now that Felix also lives in Seoul.

Things really are starting to look up.

She walks into KQ’s building with a spring in her step, arms clutching her banana milk and chocolate securely when her phone chimes from a notification. Clumsily fumbling with her uniform skirt’s pocket, Juliet fishes out her phone, instantly grinning at the message that pops up on the lockscreen.

[Unknown Number] [16:03] your aussie bro right here!!! 🐨 fighting today!!!!!!

— bonus!!

juliet following felix around the supermarket trying not to look sus like:

a/n: i can’t believe it took me this long to write a scenario with felix but here it is 🥺🥺 bc they were both in a hurry, they didn’t exactly have time for an emotional reunion but rest assured they were very, very happy to see each other :3 especially for juliet, she was still adjusting to everything and everyone at kq, so when felix came into her life again it made her so happy 🥺💕

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