#lovestruck fluff

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

#just silly little lovestruck kisses with kiyoomi #happy mwahrch to those who celebrate (me) #i want to kiss him soooo badddd #i bought new lipstick the other day and here we are #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #hq fluff #sakusa fluff #san's blobs #haikyuu #sakusa one shot #sakusa x you #haikyuu fanfic #sakusa fanfic #sakusa drabble #haikyuu drabble

[fayeforrosie]

The Only One I Want

Part 1

Karina x Fem! Reader

Karina knew she was pretty. She knew she had a chance with everyone, however, she was forever against any romantic relationships ever since she became an idol. Why would she want anyone when all they ever do is love her for her fame and looks? She knew she could never find anyone perfect for her, so she gave up on romance... until she met you

Word Count- 2.8k

Warnings- Mention of men 

Week after week Karina was cursed with yet another blind date set up by her company. She would urgently burst into her managers room, promptly falling down onto her knees, hands speedily racing against each other as if she was bound to make a fire, begging to go at least a month without any blind dates. 

To her dismay, however, not surprise, her manager would always shake her head firmly. “We need you to do this for us Karina. Do you have any idea how much attention would follow us if Yu Jimin was to find the perfect man?” She would say, and all Karina could do was sigh, walking out of the room with her head hung to her feet. 

It was another day in which her company had set up a date once again, this time, they informed her it would be at one of Seoul’s most popular art museums, where she would be meeting the man in about an hour from now. 

Karina couldn’t help but dread the upcoming event, knowing that her members got to stay back at the company and practice whatever they wished with their dance instructor, as there was no schedule for them this day. 

Karina wished she could be apart of that. She wished she could be in the dance practice room, and she reminisced with the feeling of laughter and sweat filling the air of the unreasonably hot place. It was all she wanted... to spend time with her members doing stupid “idol shit" on her days off. 

Yes, she was an idol, not a dating show contestant. Why couldn’t her company see this? 

And on top of everything, she had never been fond of dating, as every possible boy she’s met was only ever after her looks, or how much money was in her pockets. “Why don’t I take you home tonight”, she heard almost constantly after every date. It was upsetting to say the least, and as a result, Karina turned down any possible instance in which a boy could waltz their way into her heart. It wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted her members. She wanted to be on stage. She wanted to be in the studio. 

Instead, Karina found herself in the back of her managers car, mask almost suffocating her face as her hat floated just above her line of vision. Although she went on many dates, she was always forced to cover her identity, as her manager elucidated how bad it would be if the public was to see their sweetheart being accompanied by a new man every week. They wanted her to find the right one, then she could freely express herself to the public (though she knew it would never happen). 

“We’ve almost arrived, make sure you put your glasses on before you step out.” Her manger expressed from the passenger seat, where she responded with a small nod. If her mask was clipped on any tighter, she swore her manger would be able to see her frown seeping through. 

Only a minute later, the car pulled to a stop, just beside an almost identical car in the parking lot. Karina stepped out, her glasses now shielding her eyes as the door to the adjacent car rolled open just in front of her. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jimin”, a voice could be heard in front of her. 

Karina raised her head, gaze connecting with the man in front of her. 

Lee Jae Wook, I never thought I would meet him, Karina thought to herself.

Despite the immense amount of meetings her company would assemble, they never would tell Karina which man she would be seeing, and she hated it. 

She remembers the time when she had shown up at an excessively fancy restaurant, only to be met with Mark Tuan seated comfortably in the chair ahead of her. Or when Kris Wu sat adequately on the most ugly patterned blanket, with a messy endeavor of a picnic by its side, bottles of alcohol spilling onto the grass, Kris’s attempt at getting Karina drunk and taking her home... god what a terrible date that was. 

“Call me Karina”, she said, ignoring the evident hand reaching out, awaiting to be shaken. Karina didn’t like when anyone other then her members, or family, was to call her by her birth name. She believed that only those who knew her personally were given the ability to call her by something so precious, not some random actor practically drooling as he soaked in her presence. 

“Yes of course, my apologies”, Jae Wook nodded and extended his arm for the girl to take, and if it wasn’t for Karina’s manager lightly pushing her into the man, she would have smacked his arm down instantly. 

With that, the two began into the museum, her arm loosely wrapped around his, and Jae Wook’s excessive amount of cologne being the only thing Karina could smell. 

God this is terrible. I need to get home.

“Welcome! It’s a pleasure to have you two joining us today!” An abnormally tall woman greeted them at the entrance. “Call me Ha-Eun! I’ll be your tour guide for today’s visit”, Karina shook her hand with a fake smile plastered onto her face. 

“Thank you”, Karina expressed, and followed the woman as she took them through security and into the main hall of the museum. The place was exceptionally beautiful, and Karina was sure that if she were to be accompanied by her members instead of this man, her experience would be one to remember. 

But she wasn’t. She was stuck clinging onto the man as they followed the tour guide into the first exhibit, knowingly peering at him as his eyes were trained on the woman’s ass while she walked ahead of them. 

In all honestly, Karina couldn’t care less. She could turn the corner and see Jae Wook kissing another woman and she wouldn’t even bat an eye. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t bother her. Nevertheless, she knew that was impossible, because as soon as Karina thought he would leave her alone and take in his surroundings instead, he intertwined his fingers with her, and as she tried to pull away, he gave her hand a tug, almost as if he was warning her to not even try. 

To say Karina was uncomfortable was an understatement. The two of them followed the tour guide throughout the museum, and all Karina could think about was how sweaty and nasty the man’s hand felt in the grasp of hers. 

It has been a half an hour since they began to look around, and as they were stopped in front of a beautiful piece Karina couldn’t help but admire, Jae Wook spoke up. 

“I need to use the bathroom, would you mind staying here?” He directs his attention towards Karina. 

God yes. I'd be more than happy to. Please leave and never come back, Karina thought. 

“Sure.” 

The tour guide stepped in front of Jae Wook before he could make his way out. 

“I can show you the way! There isn’t one very close to here, it’s a bit of a walk.” She happily spoke, eyes almost unseen as a result of her never-resting smile. It must be tiring having that job, Karina thought, with having to keep a smile on your face without the slightest falter, even in the case of an inconvenience. She could never do that. 

“Thank you, I appreciate it”, Jae Wook spoke formally. “I’ll be right back”, he spoke once more, leaning down and planting a dry kiss atop of Karina’s forehead, and she almost gagged. 

The two made their way to the nearest bathroom, and there Karina stood, still at the fore of the painting. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, it was truly beautiful. The way the colors complimented each line, as though the picture could truly come to live. It was remarkable. 

Being lost in her own thoughts, Karina failed to notice the woman that walked towards her and stood just about three feet away. 

“It’s beautiful isn’t.”

Karina’s ears chirped at the sound of the feminine voice, and she turned her head to glare at whoever had made the comment, however she was immediately met with the side profile of what seemed to be an angel. 

Karina had never seen anyone so captivating. The way your gaze was held beautifully on the artwork, where the piece couldn’t even compare to how prepossessing your visuals were. It was like she was at a loss of air, and she had never felt this feeling before. Karina has never been so lost for words, as it was usually the other way around, where the man was to look at Karina like they had never seen anyone as stunning as her.

Now, eyes still trained on your profile, she can understand how these men felt when they claimed to be awestruck. 

“...y- yeah”, Karina was still in a trance, making it hard for her to complete a full sentence. 

“I always come back to this piece whenever I visit, its magnificent”, you glanced over to her, and before you could meet her gaze, her eyes flashed back to the wall in an instant. 

“Um...”, she needed to keep talking to you, so she tried to start up a conversation, where she again was never the one to do so. 

“How often do you come here?” Karina asked, this time her eyes on you, and when you turned around to respond, her cheeks began to match the color of your beautifully pink lips. 

How could someone be so engaging? 

“Usually once a month, its like my happy place”, you allow a small chuckle to escape past your lips, as does Karina. 

“That’s really cool”, Karina smiles, her voice wavering as she tried to keep calm, and she continued.

“Do you have any other works that you like?”

Karina watched as your eyes scanned the wall full of beautiful artwork, deciding if there was another that met up to the standard of the one you stood ahead of, however you shake your head. 

“I love them all, but this one is my favorite”, you smile and Karina could practically hear her heart skip a beat. 

Karina has never felt the feeling of butterflies in her stomach until now. She has never been so captivated by someone’s presence until now. She has never wanted to hold a conversation with a stranger until now. You made her want to do everything at this very moment. Karina wanted to grab your hand and walk you outside just to continue to talk about your love for art. She could listen to you all day.

Could a woman feel this way for a woman? Karina never thought of woman in that type of sense, as she was only ever set up with men her entire live, so it was inevitable that her heart was trained to find attraction towards the gender. Maybe meeting you thirty seconds ago was a sign that her heart could possibly open up to someone. And not just anyone... a woman. 

“Want to know why I like this painting so much?” You asked, and began to move a bit closer to her body, still keeping a comfortable distance. 

Come closer, Karina thought. 

“Why?” 

You smiled and leaned in, "because I made it”, you uttered faintly. 

And there it was. The exact moment that Karina determined she could truly find romance in somebody. Nobody had ever made Karina feel such a thing, and she thought she might as well die alone, since nobody had ever held her attention. But she was wrong. Here you were, in the flesh, completely ripping the heart of Yu Jimin out of her entire body, unbeknownst to you. 

“Are you serious?” That was all Karina could muster out, otherwise she might as well shout to the world that she found the one for her. 

“Yeah. It was accepted into the gallery about six months ago. Cool right?” 

God you had no idea how many butterflies were roaming the district of Karina insides. 

“Y- yeah... that’s amazing”, she smiled and went on. “What’s your name?” 

You gave her a warm-hearted smile and pointed over to the painting, where Karina was now faced with sign just bellow the piece. 

Y/n Yl/n

How beautiful, was as Karina could think. 

“How about you? What’s your name?” 

It was natural that you didn’t recognize the woman, as she was dressed in the least revealing clothes there ever was to be, a mask on her face accompanied by the hat she had on in the car, and lastly a pair of circular glasses. She didn’t expect you to know who she was with such a disguise, but she hoped you were to realize once she took her mask and glasses off. 

Maybe if Karina showed you who she really was, you would end up being a huge fan, and immediately want to continue talking to her. Nobody could ever pass up on the chance of becoming close with an idol, so it should be the same regarding you, right? 

Karina allowed her thoughts to race ahead of herself, and she pulled her mask down, her glasses following. 

She saw when it clicked in your mind, that you were being faced with the Karina of Aespa, one of the most famous fourth generation idols there is to be. She felt pride, and for the first time, she was happy someone was to recognize who she was. 

Nonetheless, exactly opposite of what Karina had thought would happen, your lips turned upwards into a fair smile, and you nodded your deliberately. 

“Ah”, you stated, “Yu Jimin. I’ve seen your face all over.” 

Is that it? Is that all you had to say? You’re not going to ask for a picture? Or even bow? Karina was beyond confused, she had never met anyone who would react with such ease.

In addition, Karina noticed that her brain, usually trained to correct anyone that was to call her by her birth name, refused to tell you the name in which she preferred for others to call her. In fact, she found herself preferring you to call her Jimin apposed to Karina. You were already special enough to her.   

“So you know who I am?” Karina spoke. 

“Doesn’t everybody?” You laughed. “You are even more beautiful in person, it’s surprising.” 

Hearing those words come out of your mouth, Karina couldn’t help but bring her mask back up to her face. She couldn’t let you see how flustered you made her. It was dehumanizing. 

“Oh... thank you.” She looked anywhere but to you. “You’re beautiful as well.” 

You chuckled and looked down just as she did, and if anyone was to take a look over at your interaction, it’s possible they would think the two of you were to not even be associating with each other. 

But, before you could thank the girl, your eyes glanced over at a man who was making his way towards Karina, and you recognized him to be the one you had seen her with preceding your approach. 

“I think it’s time for me to go now, I believe your boyfriend is here for you.” 

Karina’s eyebrows furrowed, her lips frowning at the thought of you leaving so soon, but she turned around to see what you had been referring to, and was met with Jae Wook and the tour guide side by side, making their way towards her.

“No! He’s not my b-” Karina turned around to reassure you, however, her breath hitched, eyes almost even watering as she found that you were instantly gone. 

She felt like a child that had lost their parents at a crowded event, searching aimlessly throughout the area, double... triple looking around to see where you might have gone. But it was too late. 

Jae Wook had then came up by her side and took her hand, and Karina couldn’t even protest, she was too upset. Her mind was somewhere else at the moment. 

She followed Jae Wook, eyes trained on the wooden floor as she thought of you. 

She thought about how heavenly your voice was, like music played softly in her ears, and how magnificent your side profile was to look at. She could stare at it all day if she could. She needed to see your face again. She needed to find you. 

You were the one for her, she determined it. And she will not leave this museum unless it was hand and hand with you 

~

Hi everyone!! I’m backkk!!! I’m not sure exactly how many parts this will have, but I’ll just keep going until I feel the story is complete haha. Stay tuned for part two my loves!! 💕💕

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[aiyaxs]

"THE PERFECT GIRL." - lovestruck! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friends to lovers.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: confessing, hand holding, hugging, and more.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: this is my first fanfic! hope i did good! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: the perfect girl - mareux.

satoru first found out he felt lovestruck towards you when you helped him out with something, and when you smiled at him, saying `you're welcome.` while smiling, his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt like it would fall out. he had to admit, you were maybe the prettiest woman he had ever seen in his eyes, the prettiest smile, everything about you was the prettiest in his eyes.

one time when you two were hanging out together, at some sort of a festival, you guy`s kept getting sweet foods, savory foods, played games, and all you guy's did was smile and giggle at each other, and satoru thought you were the key to his heart.

"she's so pretty, so beautiful, so, so-" his thoughts were mainly all about you, his romantic feelings for you, he wanted to be more than friends, if that wasn`t obvious enough yet.

"hey, satoru! wanna go play that game over there?" you pointed your finger at the game with the little pac-man arcade machine. he smiled while saying a simple of course!, so you guy`s rushed towards the pac-man machine. once you inserted the tickets to play the game, you guy's took turns playing. after a few turns, satoru tapped your shoulder, as if wanting to have some sort of a conversation.

"hey, can we talk.. in private?" he said, trying his best to put a smile on his face. you looked up at him with a confused face, as if asking `what are you talking about?`. you still, put a smile on your face before replying.

"sure." you guy`s then walked somewhere more private for this conversation. once you guy`s found somewhere more private, like an alleyway or something. you guy`s then stood across from each other with serious, straight faces. then, after some awkward silence, satoru finally spoke up, taking a deep breathe.

"i have something to.. confess?" satoru said, taking yet, another deep breathe, kind of hesitating to say what he was gonna say, thinking you wouldn`t feel the same way as him.

"i like- no, i love you." you still had a straight face, just all that was really different about your expression was the widened eyes on your face. after some silence and thinking, you took both of his hands in yours, smiling with a dash of blush covering your cheeks.

"oh satoru... i like you too, but please, don`t be so hesitant about this.." your smile was so evident to his heart, he couldn't stop from hugging you lovingly, yet so tightly. he buried his face into your shoulder, kind of near the side of your neck.

"thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." was all satoru could murmur out of his mouth, he was so evidently happy at this very specific moment.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading. reblog's, likes, comments and follow's are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

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[harrywavycurly]

At First Sight Part 4: Weird

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles

A/N: This is super short but that’s because there’s no time to beat around the bush😂 I am excited for y’all to see the next part✨

#at first sight series #eddie munson au #Eddie Munson soulmate au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson series #Eddie Munson x soulmate!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #soulmate au #lovestruck!eddie #my little dungeon master baby

[hannie-dul-set]

CITRUS IN THE MORNING.

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, lovestruck! sunghoon just being Very In Love. w — kissing. 403 words.

note — i have So Much feelings for this man and i just had to let it out somehow or else i'd die. hope u enjoy.

sunghoon, who has only ever daydreamed of holding you in his arms, feels dizzy when the citrus of your perfume hits his senses and the intoxication of your skin against his leaves his head in a blur and heart beat in a frenzy. he feels clouds over his head. he thinks he’s still dreaming.

“you look silly.”

but he’s not. it’s made apparent that you’re very real when your soft giggles hisses fireworks into his ears, when the warmth from your palms seep into his cheeks in tangerine shades, overripe from the love and adoration that swells in his chest every time he looks at you, at your eyes— what more when you’re making his midsummer daydreams come true? one word from you, and he’d melt himself into oblivion.

“is...is this okay?” he asks as if he’s committing a crime, as if holding his lover (he still isn’t used to calling you that) in his arms is a blasphemous act of treason. it’s evident in the nervous tremors of his knuckles on your hips as you’re sitting cross legged on his lap, smiling so sweetly.  it’s evident in his shaky breaths and the quiver of his throat. it’s evident when his grip suddenly becomes tighter.

the heavens should punish him for being blessed with the sight of an angel’s smile.

“it’s okay,” you hum and press a quiet kiss on jaw. he could die in your arms right now and be reborn in the earth’s soil all in the same breath just so you can slaughter him over and over again— with your warmth, with your embrace, with clementine kisses you’re peppering on his face, spritzing douses of saccharine pulses onto his cheeks. “tell me what you want. i’ll make your dreams come true, sunghoon.”

you already have, but he can’t say that out loud. he’s been granted the privilege of the dream that is you. 

“kiss me more.”

yet sunghoon surprises himself with his own greed. the sweetness of your lips all over his fevered skin must have lulled him to the senseless temptation of wanting to taste them with his own. but you’re so kind, so obliging to entertain his treacherous greed, and within a second’s notice, the electric citrus of your mouth on his bursts like a million pulps of tart and honey, and sunghoon is breathless, helpless, and smitten with the sound, sight, scent, and taste of you.

CITRUS IN THE MORNING. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#ngnhdn i have moved on from my asshole! idol era to my lovestruck love drunk loser idol era #enhypen x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen imagines #park sunghoon imagines #sunghoon imagines #enhypen fluff #park sunghoon fluff

[the-kr8tor]

I finally caved in. Hello Katy may I request cowboy Hobie with a farmer reader who live on a ranch together. (That’s the main idea but you could change or add anything also your choice to make it angsty/fluff etc.). 🤠

Cowboy! Hobie request let's gooooo!!! Thank you for requesting! 😘

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, established relationship, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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You're ogling. It's not a crime to ogle your partner per se but with how your horse Luna is currently side-eyeing you whilst you brush her mane, ogling should be illegal. Or at least in your shared ranch. How could you not ogle Hobie when he looks like that?

You sigh deeply, eyes shaped like hearts at his glistening chest. Sweat dripping on his skin like tiny diamonds sparkling in the heat of the golden sun. His arm muscles are prominent as he heaves heavy hay bales over his shoulder. The blue jeans he's currently sporting hugs his legs perfectly like it was tailored only for him. Belt buckle glimmering, a dark cowboy hat protecting him from the sun, and dark cowboy boots to match— you should be arrested by how your eyes are glued to him and him only— even though your animals need your attention.

He knows that you're staring with how his pierced lips subtly curl into a smirk and how he's currently making an effort to stay in your line of sight even though the hay bales definitely don't need to be placed a few feet away from the field to the barn. He has been going back and forth for a while that he feels like his feet have carved a path on the dusty field.

You sigh longingly again and Luna has had enough of you. She huffs loudly, air coming out of her pink nose, head bumping yours to get your attention when her neighing couldn't.

“Hey, girl, what's your problem?” You pat her nose to calm her down. She kicks at the dusty ground, making sure her annoyance is palpable. “Carrots right, sorry.”

You swear you heard Hobie chuckle. But when you turn to look at him, he's currently busy with stacking hay, seemingly unaware. He hides his grin behind the shadow of his hat.

Feeding Luna her favourite treat, she happily chews noisily. Craning your neck to go back to the gun show, you knit your eyebrows to see his usual spot empty.

“Lookin' for me?” Hobie scares the tumbleweeds out of you. He pokes your side, making you jump in place. “You were starin’ a bit too hard. I swear there's holes on my back havin' the same shape as your eyeballs. At this point you gotta pay me, sweetheart.” He shoots you a wink, adding to your quickening heartbeat. Going around the pale horse, his smirk never leaves his face.

He leans over Luna's saddle, face perched on his hands with a smile that could stop someone's heart. Tilting his head, eyebrows raised, he waits for your clever reply. There's only crickets singing in your head with how he looks at you like you hung the sun for him. He just stares at you lovingly, perfectly content, perfectly happy even with all the grime dusted on his chiseled cheeks.

You feel like you've fallen for him all over again.

Copying his movements, you lean over Luna's saddle, facing him with the same love and softness he's currently showing just for you.

After what seemed like hours has passed just from throwing each other heart eyes from looking, you finally speak with a tone that Hobie could only describe as lovestrucked.

“Do I get a discount at least?”

He sucks in his teeth with fake annoyance. “Nah, don't think so, love. You can only see these muscles right here.” Patting his bicep, you laugh.

He thinks he's in heaven.

“That’s true, the sight alone is a rare commodity around here.”

Reaching for your hand, indulging himself with your mere touch, he intertwines your fingers together with his, like vines that grow and weave around each other, never letting go.

“You good? Heat isn't killing you?” He asks you like he's not the one toiling away outside with the sun bearing down at him.

You shake your head, bringing his hand up to your lips to reassure him. You feel the raised skin atop his knuckles, taking extra care, you kiss each one gently. “Nope, I'm melting but I can handle it.”

“Melting from the heat or from the show I gave you?”

You giggle, rolling your eyes, it's his turn to press a sweet kiss over your knuckles. “I should be the one asking you that. You alright? You're sweating a lot.” Wiping his forehead, he closes his eyes, his smile deepens with every wipe.

“Got it all?”

“Mm-hmm”

“Now do my pits,” He raises his arms above his head. “they're awfully sweaty, sweetheart.” He jokes with a deep chuckle.

Hobie expects for you to flinch away, or even screech and run away but you just shrug. “Sure,” your acceptance has him flabbergasted and endeared. “I've cleaned blood off of you, sweat is nothing compared to that.”

“Holy shit,” he says softly, almost a whisper as he goes around Luna to come near you— impossibly near as he holds your face in his hands. You don't mind the smell of hay clinging to his palms or sweat as you lean to his touch, eyes shining and full of affection for the man before you. “You think the reverend is free today?”

Chuckling, you knit your eyebrows in confusion. “What? Why?”

“So I could marry you today.” He says it with certainty that you're sure it's not the heat that has your legs almost crumbling. “Obviously.”

If horses could roll their eyes, Luna would be doing it right now.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #spider punk x fem!reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #cowboy au #cowboy! hobie brown #cowboy! hobie #cowboy hobie x reader #western au #hobie fluff #hobie x reader #fanfic #lovestruck hobie

[fbfh]

Okay we've talked a lot about Eddie secretly being in love with reader, having a crush on them for years. What about Eddie dramatic ass Munson simping for you, loudly publicly and openly being very much in love with you. He has been since middle school. You were so pretty and he was so awkward and felt so weird and you were always nice to him, discouraging kids from picking on him and his friends and other kids that were different. He was a tween that was head over heels in an instant, so what did anyone expect besides him going absolutely ham, declaring his love for you whenever he could, shouting it from the rooftops. Even when it embarrassed you, it still got your attention. And even when it embarrassed you, you still defended him. You told your friends to leave him alone, he's not doing anything wrong. You expected it to fizzle out, especially since it was so intense, but he just kept going and going and going for years, always glancing over at you when you caught his eye in the cafeteria. He knows he doesn't stand a chance with someone like you, he's not doing this to woo you or to get anything out of it, he's just expressing how he feels, like he always does. On his cafeteria table tangents, there will always be a monolog dedicated to you, his angel, his muse, his one true love. Now instead of hiding your face, he's met with an only slightly embarrassed wave. He's so genuine, so sincere that you really couldn't be mad at him even if you wanted to. You've come to expect it now. There's a line he toes, and you've never noticed how fond you've grown of his presence, his consistency over the years. He waits for you after school, even when he doesn't have detention or hellfire club, even when your stuff is running late, just so he can walk you to your car and send you off with a flourishing bow that would be awkward on anyone else, but he somehow pulls it off. Once in a while, on rare occasions, he'll tell you that you'll end up together someday. The way he says it, you know he has nothing to go on, just pure belief, pure trust and faith in what he feels. It's impressive if you're being honest. You've never met anyone as sincere as Eddie, never met anyone with such pure intentions, with no selfish ulterior motives. You haven't yet, but very soon it will hit you like a truck how much you've really grown to care for him, how attached you've become to him, how much you want him to finally kiss you on the back of your hand when you get in your car to drive home at the end of the day instead of gently stroking your knuckles, gazing at your hand, the exact spot he'd press a kiss to, before letting go. Very soon, you'll realize you really don't want him to let go anymore.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabbles #drabbles #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things drabbles #brain rot brain rot brain rot #this hit me like a truck #loud simp!eddie #lovestruck!eddie

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

“Johnny…” Said man hummed as he exited the bathroom, yelping when strong arms suddenly settled around his waist and pulled him into an equally strong chest. Soap took a moment to calm his heart, pulling the towel from his head so he could scowl at the man still holding onto him from behind.

The sight of a barefaced Simon threw him off guard though, the sight making Soap pause before his tirade had even begun. It used to be a rare occurrence to see Simon without his mask – the man always cagey and protective over his identity and face – and though Soap had completely understood, it had never stopped him from wishing that he would be able to see it more.

After a while though Simon had slowly gotten more comfortable with him, especially once they had actually started dating. It was like a switch was flipped once the Brit realised Soap wasn’t going anywhere, the man becoming infinitely more relaxed and open about showing his face behind closed doors. Despite that Johnny still got caught off guard every single time, stopping short in what he was doing and taking the moment to just openly stare.

Simon never minded apparently, merely staring back at Johnny and smiling softly at him. Every time it happened Johnny had to pinch himself to make sure it was real, double check that the usually stoic man really was smiling at him so openly and with so much naked emotion in his features. Like right now for example.

Soap finally snapped out of his thoughts, tilting his head slightly as he brought a hand up to gently trace against the corner of Ghost’s Glasgow scar, “What’d ya need Si?”

Said man merely shrugged, arms tightening around Johnny’s waist and pulling him impossibly close, “Nothin’. Just wanted to hold you.”

The shorter of the two huffed a fond laugh, bringing one hand up to cup the side of Simon’s face, his own softening into a lovestruck smile as the Brit leant into his touch. How could he refuse a request like that?

#ghostsoap #ghost x soap #simon 'ghost' riley #john 'soap' mactavish #soft #fluff #short fic #maybe prompt #was supposed to be a fic but turned out too short #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #soft ghost #clingy ghost #they're in love your honour #i called this lovestruck

[cuti3chw3]

0.1- weasel

m.list

#seventeen x reader #svt carat #seventeen writings #carat writers #fairytaleyaya tag #vernon chwe smau #seventeen vernon x reader #hansol smau #hansol x reader #chwe hansol #chwe vernon #vernon chwe x reader #vernon smau #lovestruck masterlist #seventeen hip hop unit #vernon x reader #vernon fluff

[fayeforrosie]

Finding You

Part 2

Karina x Fem! Reader

Karina does wonders in order to find the girl who has made her heart flutter for the first ever time

Part 2 to The Only One I Want

Word count- 2.7k i think

Warnings- Honestly nothing just Karina being lovesick

It was unfortunate, to say the least. 

Unlike Karina’s wishes of walking out of the museum hand and hand with you, the girl she had recently labeled as the first ever person she romantically fell for, she ended up in the grasp of her fake date instead. 

It was a terrible date, aside from meeting you, because before she met you, she had only been looking to go home and see her members once again, and after meeting you, she had only been looking for your figure.

You were haunting her.

While Karina walked throughout the museum, she pictured every person in her line of vision to have the same outfit and hair as you, and when she made eye contact, she swore she could see your eyes, half closed in a cheesy smile that she could die on the spot by just looking at it. 

She hunted for you, thinking it as a mission, in which if she did not find you by the end of the date, then she would fail and be eliminated from whatever imaginary scheme she created in her conceptual mind. 

But, she failed, because now she was back at her dorm, slumped on the couch as her members surrounded her, a response to Karina's sudden emergency meeting called abruptly as soon as she got back. 

“Ok so... how do you expect to find her?” Karina’s fellow member, Aeri, questioned to her. 

Karina had told everyone about the meeting the two of you had, and how it completely changed her perception of romance. She described the feeling of butterflies roaming her stomach, and how her heart sank to her feet each time your voice made an appearance. 

The members were utterly surprised, as they did not expect their leader to find somebody so promising so quickly, especially since they knew her feelings regarding her love life, and on top of that, the person she was head over heels for was a girl. It was definitely not what the members expected, but they were happy for her in the end. 

“I don’t know!” Karina shouted wistfully, evidently upset at the lack of knowledge she had as a response to the question. 

“I know her name, and I already tried looking it up on Instagram but I couldn’t find anything. I even downloaded Tiktok to see if she was on it but I found nothing.” 

If it was even possible, Karina sunk lower into the couch she sat atop, her hand gripping the sides of her head as she sighed in annoyance. 

“Well you said that she said she goes to the museum at least once a month, maybe you could go a couple times starting next mo-”

“I can’t wait that long! I need to see her as soon as possible!” Karina exclaimed, cutting another one of her friends, Winter, off as she stood up precipitously. 

“Well that is going to be hard Jimin”, another member, Ningning, informed the leader. “She’s not going to just pop up out of nowhere. You need to find her yourself.” 

Karina knew this was true. She knew that she couldn’t just rub her hands together and pray that God would bring you to her as soon as she was to step out of the company building. She had to find you herself.

“So what do you guys suggest I do?”  

At that, the three other members stopped to think over their leader’s questions, attempting to come up with a plan that would ultimately bring you to her, but all their minds went blank. That is until Winter spoke up. 

“Why don’t you go back to the museum and talk to a staff member about her. They probably have some type of background on her since her art is displayed there, don’t you think?” 

Winter couldn’t resist the smile when she realized that this idea was actually a good one, seeing that her three friends turned their heads to her immediately, an aghast expression painted across their faces as a result of the one good idea Winter was to come up with in the past three years. 

Winter was never the one to speak out her ideas, as she wasn’t very good with them, but this time, she was prideful, because when Aeri tackled her onto the floor and shouted how great of an idea it was, Winter could tell the others thought so as well. 

“Winter I’m proud of you, but very surprised nobody else thought of that”, Ninging chuckled. 

“It is a good idea, and exactly what I am going to do!” 

- 

Karina fell asleep that night with her heart beating out of her chest, her anticipation eating her insides up as she imagined another meeting with you. 

Karina thought about how pretty you would look for the second time, and how perfect your smile was going to be when she finally saw it again. Her mind wandered with all the possibilities in which your second interaction could lead too. The girl thought about how life would be with you accompanying her right arm as you both walked through the doors into yet another art museum, because she knew you loved them so much. 

The leader only ended up getting a few hours of rest, and once the light of the sun began to seep through the confines of her dorm room, she instantly bounced out of her bed, antithetical to her members as they groaned to her newfound liveliness in the morning. 

Karina was never a morning person, but thinking of meeting you once again was exactly what woke her right up, no hesitation as she ripped the blankets off of her body and quickly dressed in comfy clothing. 

She had a schedule later on with her group members, with a few meetings to accompany their vocal training today, so it was crucial that she went first thing in the morning to the museum as soon as it opened, giving her enough time to race back to her company building. 

Karina called up one of her drivers to bring her back to the previous destination he had taken her to yesterday, and once he finally got here in the most agonizingly slow manner (he was going as fast as he could, but to Karina, no time can be wasted), Karina suddenly threw her body into the back seat, informing her driver to drive as fast as he could.

It hadn’t taken long for them to get there, the consequence of her driver speeding through yellow lights and going twenty miles over the required limit. Nevertheless, to Karina it was as if the ride was a twelve hour flight from Korea to the states. 

“Perfect just park right here please”, Karina ordered her driver, the leader’s hands glued to her seatbelt, ready at any moment to press down and free herself. Once the car finally came to a stop, the girl raced to open the door, stumbling onto her feet as she swiftly made her way inside. 

She searched for a worker that was close by, noticing the lack of them, until she finally found a middle-aged man wearing the same suit she had recognized from yesterday. 

“Excuse me!” Karina shouted, speedily walking towards him, although it might have been hard for him to hear as her mask was tight around her face, similar to her situation yesterday, an attempt to cover her identity. 

The man turned his head once Karina’s voice registered in his mind, and he gave the girl a toothy grin before allowing her to speak whatever was bothering her. 

“I um”, Karina paused for a second, breathing in and out as she tried to catch her breath, a repercussion of how fast she ran over to his figure. 

“I am wondering if you have any information regarding the artist the created that painting”, Karina pointed over to the piece she admired with you yesterday, her cheeks already warming at the thought of it.

The man followed her gaze onto the artwork, noticing what the girl was mentioning. 

“Y/n Yl/n?” 

“Yes!” Karina cried, almost instantly after the announcement of your beautiful name. God your name was perfect to her. 

“Um...”, he paused, “I don’t exactly know much about her, but my boss does I’m pretty sure. Would you like me to take you to him?” 

Karina smiled politely, trying her best not to allow her excitement to showcase itself in front of the man. 

“That would be amazing, thank you.” 

And with that, the man made his way towards the back of the building, Karina trailing him as if she were a lost puppy following its owner. He stopped in front of a duel set of door, extending his arms out to push himself through, holding it open with a nod as Karina nearly slipped by him. 

“Good morning Mr. Choi”, Karina heard the worker speak from behind her, bowing as he did. 

“Good morning”, he greeted nonchalantly, a coffee in his right hand as the man’s eyes stayed trained on his phone below him.

How rude, Karina thought. 

“We have a guest visitor who requests time to speak with you. I suggest you accept.” 

At that, the boss raised his head just before Karina removed her glasses and rid her face mask. His eyes met the leader’s, and almost immediately sat up straight and brushed the crumbs off of his hideous attire 

“Ah, Yu Jimin, so you’ve come back”, the man nods his head as an indication for her to sit, however Karina stays where she is, not wanting the man to think she would stay for long. She did not want small talk, all she wanted was to get your information and find you as soon as she could. 

“I was wondering if you have any information on the artist who created this piece?” Karina skips over friendly introductions and immediately demands what she is looking for, opening up her phone and displaying the picture of the painting in front of the mans face. 

“Ah”, he pushes his glasses from the tip of his nose, clearing his throat, “yes we do have a document from her. Unfortunately, by law, I cannot disclose any personal information. Is there anything specific about her you wish to know?” 

“Where can I find her?” Karina asks sternly. It is clear to those in the room that she had not come to play around, and expects to leave with the utmost beneficial information. If there was one word to describe the leader at this very moment, it would be determined. 

“Well, I don’t have much on that”, the boss flips through the documents and licks a thin line across his lips, “but, I do know that she is supposedly an art teacher. I don’t believe she is a professor, but rather does it for a company somewhere nearby. It might be her own company, I’m not sure I would have to look more into it.” 

Karina leans closer to the man in attempt to see the papers that were held firmly in his hand, however her attempt failed instantly as he closed the folder back up. 

“Could you possibly find the name of the company she teaches for? It would be a great help for me.” Karina stared into the mans eyes, bending down just a bit as a way to persuade him even further. He was visually discomforted as he restrained his neck from even taking the slightest glance at the girls bust. The boss opened the folder back up, sweat shining overhead his hairline as he flipped through the documents once again. 

“Um... I guess this must be it”, the man spun the papers he held towards Karina and pointed to a specific line printed under your portfolio. 

“Yl/n Studio’s”, he reads aloud, “it’s her own class I believe.” 

Karina gives the boss a sincere smile as she writes the name of your studio down into her phone. 

“You were such a help, thank you Mr. Choi”, she bows in respect before abruptly turning on her heals and out the door before he could respond. 

The leader wasted no time in racing out of the building and hopping into the front seat of her driver’s car, giving him the name of the studio she had recently discovered and requesting he take her there as soon as he could. The driver nodded and began to type the address, all the while Karina looked up the name of your studio on her phone. Much to her dismay, Karina noticed that there were only pictures of the exterior and interior on the internet, and unfortunately no pictures of you. You were too perfect for Safari anyway, Karina thought. 

“We’ve arrived miss.” Karina’s gaze suddenly shot from her phone screen to the outside of the window, forthwith she recognized the design of the building to be the exact one she had seen on the internet. 

“Perfect thank you”, Karina opened the door and began inside, taking in her surroundings to the beautiful, aesthetic arrangement constructed around her. The building was small yet elegant, and as she walked through the glass doors, Karina couldn’t help but allow her feelings to once again get ahead of her. 

She thought about it once more, she was finally going to see you again. After experiencing such a feeling as yesterday whilst she was around you, it was inevitable that she needed to see you once again, and finally it has come. 

Karina made her way into the lobby, taking note of the multiple doors adjacent to each other. 

“Is there something I can help you with?” A voice was heard beside Karina, and she turned her head to be met with the woman who operated the front desk. 

“Ah”, Karina waltzed over to her, a smile never departing the girls mannerisms, “I as wondering if Y/n Yl/n is working at the moment.”

The lady gave Karins a bright smile, “yes of course. You can find her just down that hall, the first door on the right.” 

And so Karina began, following the kind lady’s directions, leading her to the very door ahead of her. A sign that read your name could be seen in her line of vision, and before Karina raised her knuckles to knock on the door, she hesitated. 

She was so nervous when you had first approached her, how could she not be nervous now? You were the ideal definition of perfection, your demeanor sweet and your idiosyncrasy addicting. Karina was sure that the moment she was to see you again, she would instantly fall head over heels, unable to pick herself back up. 

But whatever. It was time Karina faced herself and introduce herself properly to you, so, with the shakiness of her knuckles, Karina raised her hand and knocked thrice on the wooden door, earning a response only a second later. 

“Come in.”

-

Part 2 yahhh!!! Thank you all for the endless support, i hope you all enjoy this mini series :)

#kpop imagines #fluff #kpop #romance #aespa #kpop x reader #aespa x reader #karina x reader #karina x fem reader #karina #karina imagines #yu jimin #yu jimin imagines #yu jimin x reader #aespa imagines #aespa kpop #karina aespa #karina is lovestruck #love at first sight

[secretwhumplair]

Does Joy live the rest of his years in Willam’s village? Does he ever get seen as truly part of the village, or is he always the wolf, not entirely “one of us”?

Content: tooth-rotting saccharine fluff

Everyone doesn't warm to him, and some take a good while, but y'know, no one is loved by everyone, and he keeps the real wolves away, right?

He and William thrive on the little bit of family they give each other.

After a year or so, Joy starts seeing Eliza, first in secret, then, in a leap of faith, he proposes to her. (Everyone is definitely not pleased with this, because she's heiress to the brewery and a good catch, but of course she makes her own choices and knows how to stand her ground.)

They have at least one daughter who is as a grandchild to William. Maybe she'll learn his craft and inherit the forge one day.

The wolf protects them all with fierce love.

#joy wilson #william smith #eliza brewer #the monster of lindborough #fluff #sorry for the straight romance ;P #there's a post-canon scene I'll maybe still write about a lovestruck wolf :D #but it's not whumpy at all :( so sad

[the-salem-devil]

SMITTEN!JORDAN DAVIES X MC

WARNINGS: OBLIVIOUS LOVESTRUCK BASTARDS, MUTUAL PINING, WRITERS FIRST FANFICTION/DRABBLE

SUMMARY: MC let Grace style her hair, JD is secretly pining. (Its not a secret, everybody knows.)

I lay on the greasy floor of the bowling alley with my arm dramatically thrown over my head and my limps sprawled out, Hearing Dr, Escanola clear his throat awkwardly I peek out from underneath my limb to watch him raise a brow at Razi who lets out a deep frustrated sigh at my antics, “MC is running late.”

The doctors makes a “Ahhh.“ noise and hides his small smirk with another sip of his thick red drink, I make a show of huffing loudly while rolling onto my stomach and ignoring the disgusted look Razi shoots me “Is she dead?“ I exclaim with a theatrical sigh.

Hearing the familiar rattle of a old engine pulling onto the side of the road makes me immediately hop up from the floor, straightening out my red hair and brushing the grease from my jacket whilst leaning back against the bar.

When the bell chimes I turn to shoot her my signature flirty smirk only to feel my mouth dry up when my eyes land on her.

MC stands there in her disgracefully cute bowling shirt, shimmering brunette hair straightened and curled around their cute face with a simple braid rested on her should and looking sinfully good-

I shake my head, as if to rid myself of the thoughts that always swirl when she’s around, and shoot her a grin even if it comes off a little wonky. “Hey there sweetheart-” I raise my eyebrows up to my hairline and whistle lowly, “-Haven’t seen you around town before.”

She groans and rolls her eyes, her exasperated expression betrayed by the small smile and faint blush that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach.

“Don’t add work place harassment to your record, JD.” Razi chastised me lightly but nods encouragingly at MC, “It does look good, who did it?“ MC looks slightly offended at the implication of the question but a proud smile works itself across her face. “Grace actually, she’s improved a lot since taking that internship with Mrs, Marcelle-“

MC and Razi go on to chat about the recently opened hairdresser shop across the street, Dr, Escanola chiming in occasionally, but I find myself zoning out at the sight of her, the same warmth in my chest grows that appears when I smell her faint perfume, or hear her laughter when I crack a joke.

Blinking back into reality, I don’t miss Razi’s smirk as I hurry towards the arcade, ready to forget about her hair, her smile, her eyes staring into yours-

Fuck.

#havenfall is for lovers #lovestruck #jordan davies #JD #diego escalona #havenfall fan fiction #Fanfiction #Drabble #fluff #mackenzie hunt #antonio vasquez #vanessa helsing #lovestruck havenfall is for lovers #Havenfall #fluff drabble #toothrotting fluff #writing

[originalvampireprincess]

Hi everyone, this is a small oneshot written by a friend of mine. It is an oc x edward fic, hope you like it. :)

Edward and andrew would often sneak out late in the night, where they could roam freely on the dusty spring soil, looking up at the stars once in a while. Andrew loved music, she had been talking to Edward about some late night underground rock concerts in the area. Rock wasn't really up Edwards ally, what he enjoyed more is the energy and nature of the concerts while Andrew would sit there and observe the bass players fingers slide across the fretboard like the wind against the trees. It was an unusual style of playing but it intrigued her, making her want to learn bass some day too. They arrive at the event and after paying a small fee entered the spacey, almost sewer-like room. They usually saw a lot of post punk bands play, Edward liked the dark, grim and heavy lyrics that would come out of the singers monotone yet soothing voice while Andrew liked how there was a big emphasis on the bass guitar in these songs. But something was different.

Something was off about the whole venue, the crowd was yelling, most of them had leather jackets on and spiked hair. They quickly realized that tonight there was no post punk band playing their gloomy and dark tunes, but the hardcore punk band "Choking Victim". Edward loved the sound of that, the energy in the room was up to the roof and the band hadn't even made the stage yet. It went dark. You could only hear static coming from the speakers but then it suddenly stopped. Andrew wasn't so sure about this, she'd never been into heavy music. The light shined on the band and revealed 4 tattooed, skinny and clearly drunk men hit the stage. The bassist lays his hand on the string and from the first slap we could feel the vibrations running through us. The bassline started and everyone around started jumping around, spilling their booze all over the other crowd members. They were in the middle of it all, but Edward got a rush and started jumping along while andrew couldn't move.

She experienced the biggest wave of culture shock she'd ever gotten before but before long she also started jumping along to the grooves of the rattling bass. Suddenly the frontman yells out "OPEN THE PIT!" Andrew was terrified, she'd heard about moshpits before but she'd never been so close to one. She turned to Edward to see how he's handling it but he's nowhere to be seen, out of her sight. By the periphery of her eye she notices that shiny white skin and dark brown hair. Edward's run into the pit. Andrew was so stunlocked, she was standing at the edge of the pit, mere inches away from the carnage. Edward jumping and pushing, notices Andrew staring him down at the edge of the pit. In pure extacy he rushes up to her and pulls her in. Andy's heart felt like it was gonna burst into two. Edward let go of her and she started to panic, so to get to him she started pushing everyone away, while also being pushed by the big punkheads in the pit. She felt a rush she had never felt before.

Before she knew it she was moshing with the punk crowd and was feeling fine with it. She was a taller woman so she wouldn't get knocked down so easily. Her shirt had a rip below the ribs but she payed it no attention. The adrenaline she got in the moment felt like she's seen a part of the world unknown to her at the time. She was exhausted, it was her first time in a pit and after the 4th song she had to step out. Her and Edward, after shouting for minutes on end, agreed to step out of the venue for tonight. She guided him through the busy crowd, gripping him by the wrist. They finally got out, the air had never felt so fresh. Andrew didnt notice but she was still holding Edward by the hand, she hadn't let go that entire time. She didnt pull her hand away, however gripped Edwards hand even harder. She felt warm, not wanting to let go, starting to feel something inside her. Andy had too many questions but would rather have had them unanswered. So she held it even longer.

Layed out on the grass, looking up, grasping their hands together. Andrew never thought she'd feel like this for someone. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, they just wouldn't let go. Andrew sits up on the grass, feeling almost hung over. She looks over at Edward who just sat up as well. As the moonlight shined on them and the tension grew higher, this starry night would never be forgotten by them. Andrew, while softly holding Edward's hands in his, leans in. With closed eyes they get closer to each others faces. Their soft lips are touching. Andrew felt as if she's become super aware of everything, every nerve of her body working on overdrive. It was more than perfect, like a little piece of heaven. The only she would want at this moment is for it to last forever.

#twilight #fluff #angst #oc x edward #edward cullen #Andrew #andrew x edward #oneshot #edward twilight #vampires #post punk #punk #twilight oneshot #edward oneshot #andy is a mood uwu #edward is hot #bloosuckers #lovestruck #original #originalvampireprincess #moshpit romances

[amberskyyking]

Bonus Content: Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You

Party rock in hyperspace tonight, Everybody just have a good time… 

Fine. Boulder was right. Dancing was still fun. Moving with the rhythms, even half-heartedly, made Boomerang feel more like himself than he had since the last time he was here. The alcohol probably helped, or maybe Bumi at his side cheering him on, but regardless, maybe he would stay a little longer. He twisted to face another newcomer as the bridge kicked in. Still, fun as it was, this wasn’t the same without-

Without -  

He froze, and so did the gorgeous green-skinned Twi-lek man opposite him, with the brazen, deep, piercing eyes. Eyes he knew. 

“Mesh'la?!”

“Boomerang! I…” 

The twi-leks words seemed to get caught but it was undoubtedly her. Or, him? The person standing before Boomerang looked different, but those expressions, the way they spoke his name, those eyes… He swallowed hard. There were so many things he wanted desperately to say, but only one seemed to come to his mind. 

“You came back?” 

Full Story!: Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You

#clone wars fanfiction #Clone troopers deserve love! #Boomerang is a lovestruck cinnamon roll #tooth rotting fluff #trans love story #starwarsficnetwork

[earthtooz]

x : TO LOVE, TO CHANGE: *+ﾟ

in which: you tell veritas you love him. he gets upset with you.

warnings: contrary to what the synopsis implies, it's fluff, i promise. 1k words, first time saying ily, slightly cranky reader, no mentions of reader's gender, dr. ratio being so in love he becomes so soppy and lovestruck. confessions.

a/n: there's a phenomenon that happens whenever i write for dr. ratio, and it's that my heart literally lunges out of my chest and begins typing at the keyboard for me. i should get it checked out. anyways, this is to preemptively celebrate his release!!

“Why- why are you mad?” You exclaim, watching the way Veritas crosses his arms and pouts with the petulance of a child. His gaze has strayed away from your eyes, and all you can do is sit in his lap with your arms hanging at your sides, brain tirelessly racking for all the reasons that you could have angered him.

He doesn’t give you any clues, displeasure brewing in his eyes instead.

“Is it because I said ‘I love you’?”

The purple haired scoffs and sticks up his nose, hair bouncing with his actions whilst you jostle slightly on his legs from the quick action. As much as you love his side profile, you’d love it even more if he spoke to you about what is bothering him.

During this moment, the world stills. You think he’s genuinely mad, and Dr. Ratio’s fury-driven state is not something you should take lightly. Really, you’ve seen it multiple times, and though it has never been directed at you, you hope it never will be. Which is why you sit on his lap now, tensely anticipating his response, and for the answer as to what you did wrong. 

“I was meant to say it first,” he grumbles, losing the arrogance that fills his tone whenever he speaks, air filling with sincerity. 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I was meant to be the one to say ‘I love you’ first.”

Your confusion is tangible at this point. Audible, if you will, because it rings like cicada sing. “Are you being serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You- why, then couldn’t you just have said it?” You sputter, slapping his defined deltoid, concern slowly melting into frustration. “Need I remind you that it was me who confessed to you first as well?”

“Yes, and it was positively the best day of my life.” He says that like it’s a simple fact. No sentiment, no heartfelt declaration, just another logical statement straight from a textbook of his life.

They say to be loved is to be changed, but no matter how much you love Veritas, all he knows is how to be an astronomical pain in your ass. Does he know how scared you were for his answer? You thought you did something unforgivable, or that he didn’t love you enough to respond in kind, or worst of all, that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore?

However, he's acting petty because he was not the first one to say those three words? You frankly don’t know why your heart beats for him as strongly as it does. In fact, you want to whack him over the head with his own codex.  

Placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you shuffle out of your position from his lap, planting your feet onto the ground. “Oh, you are so infuriating! Pretend I never said anything, I’m going back to my office until you-”

Not even two steps away from him and a hand clasps around your wrist to drag you back to where you started: on Dr. Ratio’s lap. His arms come to wrap around you like chains, leaving no room to wrestle him out.

“I never said you could leave. Especially not after telling me you love me,” he grumbles lowly into your collarbone, breath tickling your skin.

“I’m starting to regret it.” 

“Can’t you at least say it again?”

“I don’t want to,” you grumble, arms snaking up to rest around his shoulders. “You don’t deserve it.” 

“Well, that’s a little harsh. Is this how you treat the ones you love?”

“You haven’t even said anything back,” you pinch his skin. “Talk about harsh.”

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks with a fond chuckle, not missing the opportunity to leave kisses in a trail along your skin, making his way up your neck. Then, when his eyes meet yours, you almost crumble in embarrassment at the memory he’s injected into your mind. 

You push him away and raise a hand to shield your eyes from him, clearly reliving a haunting memory. “Please don’t remind me.” 

“Y’know, it’s not everyday someone gets to scold me and be right. If you weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t have let it slide, but it’s not everyday a gorgeous genius falls into my lap with guts to challenge me.”

“I was… agitated that day, so stop talking about it, please. In fact, for my sake, please just forget that moment. Completely.”

“Forget about it? Completely?” The scholar asks with genuine shock lacing his tone. “I fell in love with you in that very moment, how can you expect me to stop talking about it? You rendered me a fool in love and expect me to not think about the very moment it happened? Sweetheart, it was a pivotal moment of my life!” 

“Not pivotal enough if you can’t even say ‘I love you, too’.”

“On the contrary, I have loved you longer. I yearned for you in wakefulness and in my dreams. I wished for you to look my way, and when you did, I never wanted your eyes to stray from me. How heartbreaking it was when they did.” His hand has snuck under your shirt now to rub circles on your skin. If he detached from you, he fears you’d slip away from him, and the worst thing you can give him is space. “Do you know how it felt chasing after you because you were the only one out of my reach? For three years, the only thing I wanted was to be yours. You made me an idiot.”

Stunned by his confession and the weight of it, you let him continue, sharp tongue softening. The only motivation you offer is a hand coming to cup his cheek, tucking aside his bangs so you can see his expression in its entirety. 

His gold eyes shine when they look back up at you. For the first time, you feel like you’re seeing the parts of him that Veritas hides from everyone else. 

“I love you.” He continues with heart wrenching devotion. “I’ll continue loving you until the streams stop, the rivers freeze, and the oceans dry. With three hundred thousand, eighty-three thousand, five hundred and seventy-one discovered planets in the cosmos, that phenomenon will approximately take-”

You seal his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, cradling his jaw and swallowing his words. Like wax to fire, Veritas sinks into you, completely helpless against your affections. 

But, oh, you love him, and nothing else in the entire universe matters.

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megumi's friends can tell when he's thinking about you.

"fushiguro, you're turning red again."

"megumi's got that look in his eyes..."

"hey lover boy, your feelings are showing."

he'll glower at them, but there's a hint of a smile that curls its way onto his face, and his eyes sparkle when he scratches the back of his neck and looks away. "shut up."

"did she text you?"

"have you guys even kissed yet?"

there's laughter at the table, remnants of lunch scattered about. megumi pokes at his leftover rice and rests his chin in his hand. he has kissed you, in fact. it may or may not be what he was thinking about before his friends interrupted him with their good-natured ribbing.

he doesn't divulge many details to anyone about you or your blossoming relationship. the moments you share are for you and him only. it isn't that he's embarrassed of you. far from it. he's filled with an overwhelming urge to shout it from the rooftops that he likes you, and you like him back, and when he holds your hand he feels all those horribly cliché emotions that he's only ever read about.

he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, and he doesn't want to ruin it. he doesn't want to scare you off with just how devoted he is. so he tampers it down. he plays it cool, indifferent even, and pretends that you don't occupy every thought when you're not at his side (and sometimes even when you are).

"hi megumi."

he can't breathe when he hears your voice. nobara and yuuji wave and smile while megumi turns around to see you standing there, lunch tray in hand, your smile brilliant and adoring.

"can I sit with you?"

"we were just talking about you!" nobara says, elbowing yuuji in the ribs. if looks could kill, megumi would be accused of first degree murder.

you slide into the seat next to your boyfriend and laugh lightly. "well, I hope it was good talk!"

"we were teasing fushiguro about how–"

"shut up," he warns, though there's little threat detectable in his expression because he's rendered into hopeless fluff when you're this near.

yuuji holds his hands up in surrender. "fine, fine! but I bet she'd think it's cute that you–"

"–look like a total sap when you're thinking about her," nobara says before he can kick her under the table fast enough.

"it's no different than the way he looks at me normally," you say through a smile. the two friends on the other side of the table howl with laughter. megumi looks like he wants to dissolve. "it's cute."

you're left alone eventually, just the two of you, and megumi reaches for your hand. he's tentative, as if holding himself back from touching you in a more intense way.

"no one's ever told me I'm cute," he says. he's looking at you with those lovestruck eyes again, and your tummy does a flip or two.

"well, they're blind," you insist. he doesn't know how to respond to that, so he squeezes your hand a little harder.

"I think you're beautiful. and I think about you all the time," he admits.

it's your turn to feel flustered, but the way he's so earnest about his compliments makes it hard to tear your gaze away from his face. "Thank you," you whisper.

neither of you really know how love is supposed to work, but you think maybe you're on the right track.

#megumi x reader #megumi x you #jjk x reader #oh this is so silly soft