#I’d buy this shirt. it’s relatable

[starzblvd]

Me Espresso.ᐟ

Ellie thinks coffee tastes disgusting, but you taste delicious. Do u guys get my fire references in here, hope you babes enjoy 🍽️ Band!Ellie Bsf!ellie college!au

Hot summer nights while having your knees digging your weight into the carpet floor of your best friends small dorm room was starting to become weekly routine. Making band tees with cheap markers for her band that had its fair amount of supporters, somehow they’d sell out every time they performed. It was probably because there’d only be like 20 shirts that actually looked good enough to put out for sale.

Sitting next to you was Ellie with half of a bun she struggled to keep it together had some strands fall out and onto the back of her neck. You could smell the perfume on her, you convinced her to buy it that one time she’d agreed to come shopping with you. Wanting to be helpful you had to show her the right way to wear it, by spraying it on your wrist to then rubbing it into her collarbone, just to be helpful of course.

Holding up a finished shirt Ellie grins into the cocky face you’ve gotten to love the look of,

“Oh they’re gonna love this,”

“what your 300 Spotify listeners?”

“Ouch,” Ellie looks at you playing heartbroken to then throw the shirt right at your face. It was always banter like this, with the very few times the lines almost blurred to get somewhere further. Staying away gets harder when being with her was so natural.

“Just for that I’m so not coming to your concert tomorrow.”

“Hey hey hey I need my number one fan there, plus we’re getting ice cream after.”

You’d become a groupie to her, always front lining to every concert she was able to catch a venue in, which were basically all bars. When she’d look below to you under the neon lights playing guitar it felt like such a special moment only between you and Ellie. No crowd no other band mates, as if you knew what she was thinking of and that she wanted you too. Some of your plans started to circle around her now that she was being a bit more discovered.

”You aren’t going to talk to your fan girls?”

“Nah, I’d rather spend my time with you. You know?” Staring at each other awkwardly stopped being so awkward when they’d happen so much, it’s was perfectly normal.

And with opportunity you got to be with Ellie you already knew you’d take it. As little as you knew she was wrapped around with whatever you had been involved in too, stuck and feeding off your sweetness like a bee.

June.21.24

Just like every concert you shared your special moment, no one else can say they had Ellie’s direct attention during multiple songs. This time it was more of an outside stage with sand below you. Yellow hued string lights draped above the stage and more along the audience area. The heat was really getting to Ellie, making her glow from sweat. The black T-shirt she picked out only made her condition worse. The face framing bangs she cut herself were sticking to the side of her face.

She wasn’t even singing, but being under your watch scorched her hotter. To save herself from embarrassment she mainly looked down to her guitar playing notes, but she made a mistake looking at you when a lyric of a song she made with you in thought came up.

Tell me you never wanna lose me

Cuz I know when you call you call for me

She might’ve been a little out of it when helping writing the song, but it became too late when Dina saw the scrunched up paper and kept insisting on making it an official song for a newer album.

To you it was just another lyric that was written by anyone but Ellie. If only you knew how much she relates to your desperation to be with you in every way and any position she could. Whether your batting of eyelashes at her was intentional or not her finger slipped making an unplanned squeak slip through.

‘Fuck this is so bad she probably thinks I’m shit at playing now’

Lucky for Ellie it was the final song anyways and she could get far away from the crowd and you. Other people clapped upon their leave and when they finished their set list you knew exactly where to meet her.

”You ever going to do more than eye her when we’re up there?” Dina was putting away the instruments back to take home with help from Jessie.

“What are you even saying I don’t do that,” Ellie scoffs then sits down on a blue deflated bean bag that who knows how long it’s been in this back room.

“Oh you know what I’m talking about, your friend zone is taking longer than your time with Cat.” She crossed her arms waiting for another excuse to why she hasn’t done anything after a continued semi dating friendship since freshman year.

“She’s nothing like Cat that’s why, if I lose feelings for her after getting rejected that’s one thing but losing her completely because I fucked it up is different.” Her constant fear of never getting to be near you again because of some feelings she couldn’t stop screwed her over with overthinking everything.

In her journal it was the same thing, “She liked my shirt today, I don’t want to look weird and over wear it now, but not under wear it now. Unless she’d like to see it more often or maybe she likes my style in general she’d like me in anything?? Fucking hate this gay stuff and whys it so hard.”

One of the two large metal doors swings open with you appearing, with the smile you wore she had engraved into her mind with a hot rod of metal after sketching you a few more times she’d probably ever admit. Ellie got up and cut the short distance and accepted you into her arms trying to not look like a desperate looser that flushes over a simple hug. Her ears clammy hands didn’t make her look exactly so hot and relaxed though.

“You did amazing El’s,”

“You think so?” She lit up into a smile under your praise, no matter how many times you give it to her mind melts.

“Except for the part where she messed up on the bridge.” Ellie shot a quick mean look at Jessie, but he just turned a cold shoulder before turning away.

“At least I didn’t bump into Dina’s drums 10 times,”

While Ellie kept bickering back and forth with Jessie she still held onto you, this felt like an opening to try at doing something.

A kiss on the check seemed harmless and innocent enough to take back in the case Ellie thought it was totally disgusting. Raising your head up towards her cheek nearing the corners of her smile, pressing your lips to a pout Ellie brought her face back in your direction landing the small peck on her lips. Ellie locked in place while you pulled away, not that you wanted to, but felt too embarrassed to start a kiss you didn’t know how to finish.

“El’s ‘m so sorry, you just moved out of nowhere and-“

“No, yeah mistakes happen, it’s chill or whatever,”

Her shit faced expression wasn’t helping the full pink flush saturating deeper on her face. Ellie lowered her head to wipe the bottom of her nose trying to forget the way your lips felt, your lipgloss was still sweet on her and so was the taste of it on her tongue wiping her lips clean.

Now it was your turn to feel scared and conflicted. It was too silent in the room even with the chatter of everyone else doing their own things outside. Taking back the small kiss wasn’t so easy now that it was done and got taken up a notch further.

She dropped her arms from both of your sides, looking away from you because looking at you right now felt like looking directly into the sun.

“Ellie you should start up the car we’re done here,” Jessie throws the keys at her giving her a slight knowing look to let her go and collect herself back together.

She didn’t even say anything, walked away without a goodbye or convincing enough reassurance that would calm your nerves.

“I’m gonna go home too, see you guys.” You were left with only your actions to think about. Ellie’s response to an accidental kiss made her ran away in the other away how could’ve you imagined it going any of other way? Feeling guilt and shame were the only emotions you could feel, rethinking the crush you’ve denied yourself from paying attention to and that it should’ve stayed that way.

Instead of paying attention to the kiss Ellie let her actions drive themself, not wanting to think at all. Until she hit herself with the car door, why did I act so grossed out? Making different scenarios of how it could’ve played out a million times better she thrust the keys into the ignition.

She dug out her cracked old red iPhone from her butt pocket and threw it into the passenger side. It hit something else than the leather seat, one of the lipglosses you always carry around abandoned alone. Ellie reached for it and saw the shade label, Glassy Expresso.

It sounded like the taste in her mouth from earlier, a taste you stole from her too soon. Unscrewing the lid she contemplated just trying it on. My lips are dry anyways, she swiped the applicator across her lips twice to get an even coat and rubbed it in with her lips. Some of it slipped onto her tongue, again. If only the taste of you could come along with the gloss.

Lmk if you guys want a pt.2♡🍒

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

I NEEEEEED BODYGUARD PART 3 PLEASEEEE 😫

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE!!

Part 2

𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, p in v, praise kink, overstimulation

The car ride home was awkward. His hand found a place on your thigh, while the other hand was on the steering wheel. It was now late at night.

You glanced at him a few times, thinking he didn’t notice. After you did it again he looked back at you.

“Hmm?”

You snapped your eyes back foward.

He chuckled at that. His laugh was… hot. God, you need help.

You swallowed and crossed your legs, hoping and praying he really wouldn’t notice it. But he did, he noticed the way your thighs squeezed together and you stared outside the window. He noticed it all.

He didn’t say anything and decided to wait until you both got back to your dads house.

When he got there, he took his hand off your thigh. You sighed quietly in relief and he quickly was opening your car door, something he always insisted on doing.

He looked around while you got out and he shut the door, locking it and following you inside.

Your dad wasn’t home, you could tell by his car not parked outside.

You looked at the cameras installed then Kraven.

“Wanna go watch a movie?” You asked him, he raised his eyebrows, knowing what you were up to.

“I’d love to.”

Luckily, your dad trusted Kraven and he trusted him enough to let him do whatever as long as he stayed with you. And as long as you guys weren’t having “sexual relations”

Sorry, dad.

You followed him upstairs, he looked around the room and made way for you to come in.

He shut the door softly behind you.

“Didn’t invite me in here for movies, did you?” He asked with a low voice, licking his lips, and taking off his jacket and putting it on your bed.

“How’d you know?” You rolled your eyes. He pushed you softly onto the bed, and got on top of you. He undid the buttons on his shirt, and you took yours off.

As he threw his shirt off, he looked down at you.

“Your parents will be home any second now.”

“So?” You asked, he leaned down and kissed you, his hands traveling down your body.

You both were breathless by the end of the make out session. Your bra, shirt, and pants were discarded on the floor. He decided to stop messing around and he took out his painfully hard cock. Leaking pre cum already.

He wasted no time pulling off your panties, ripping them and you groaned.

“Sergei!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He said quickly, and you were about to say something but your words turned into a moan as he slowly pushed his cock inside of you.

He stayed still for a little to let you adjust again to his size, which is something no other guy has done with you.

You smiled at him for a moment, and he kissed you again, his mouth moving against yours.

“Can I move?”

You nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He slowly thrusted at first, wanting to take his time with you.

But he couldn’t control himself. His animalistic like urges got the best of him, besides, he went slow with you earlier.

So, he started to thrust faster, harsher. It made you moan out his name, he listened to the sound of your sweet voice and noises with a smirk on his face. Your boobs bouncing as he gripped the headboard tightly, so tightly he thought it might break a little.

The necklace on his neck moved with him, and seeing him like this was a beautiful sight. It looked as if he had been sculpted by an artist, as if he was a God himself.

“Fuck, I love this cunt.” He groaned out, and he could tell you were enjoying this because of how you tightened around his cock. It made him make noise that you found amazing.

You yelled out his name with a moan again, and he knew you were gonna cum.

You came on his cock, legs shaking, and loudly. He watched you closely, not wanting to miss this beautiful sight.

“Where should I-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, because you quickly answered.

“Inside. Please.” You whimpered out. His eyes widened, and he slowed down, and he did just that. Painting your walls white with his seed with a moan that shook the walls.

Your eyes were shut as he pulled out, you were sensitive and he could tell.

He smiled softly at your state, and he went to the bathroom for a moment as you caught your breath.

He came back with a rag, he made his way to your body, eyes still shut and tired. He put the rag to your overstimulated hole.

“Sergei, no more, please.” You mumbled quietly.

He smiled again. “Jus’ cleaning you up.”

“Oh. Never mind.” Once again, you weren’t used to that, or had anyone else do that for you. He continued and then put his clothes back on. You were asleep quickly, and he heard the front door downstairs open.

He quietly shut and stood outside the door, greeting your parents who asked if you were asleep.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face. For the first time, you were glad that your parents hired him.

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[lees-chaotic-brain]

Okay, ocean-loving Inumaki, you know? those who love jellyfish and have shark pajamas. Taking him on a date to the aquarium, I feel like he would be very happy and look so tiny 🤏🏻 Whatever. I love how you writing you're great!

You take Inumaki on an aquarium date

WC: 1.4k

CW: mentions of octopi having sex ig, fluff, NOT beta-read, read at your own risk

Note: @kainlvstoge omg i'm sorry this took so long, but thank you so much for your kind words!! i had never thought about my boy inumaki as an ocean lover, but i can see it now that you said it. anyways, i hope you enjoy it!!! also: i had to do a little research for this fic, so take any facts with a grain of salt

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Every single date your boyfriend had taken you on was perfect; like something out of a dream. Picnics in a field of wildflowers on a sunny spring day, stargazing at night from a blanket nest in the back of a pickup truck he borrowed from one of Nobara’s relatives, watching fireworks on a balmy, clear summer night. Every romantic fantasy you ever had, he fulfilled, just by listening to you ramble about yourself.

Which is why you wanted so desperately to return the favor, and take him on his dream date. But there was one little problem. Actually, one looming, mortifying, mountain sized problem: you had no idea what his dream date would even look like. For weeks you pondered, agonizing over  whether or not to straight up ask him, ruining the surprise and admitting you’re a terrible significant other in the process. No. You couldn’t ask him. So you did the next best thing, which is why you were currently treating his best friend to coffee.

“So uh, not that I don’t appreciate it  or anything, but may I ask why you suddenly insisted on buying me coffee?”

Too nervous to meet Yuuta’s piercing blue-gray eyes, you stared daggers into your innocent chai latte.

“This is actually super embarrassing, but would you mind if I asked you for some advice?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but go ahead.”

Starting off, you told him about what a thoughtful and sweet boyfriend Toge is, before moving on to explain your dilemma, asking him for his help.

“And it’s not like I haven’t had a ton of ideas! It’s more like, none of them feel right, and I want this to be perfect.” You finish your explanation, looking at Yuuta hopefully. “So, I was hoping that as his best friend, you might have some suggestions?”

“Actually, I do.” He leans forward a bit, in a conspiratory manner. “Not a lot of people know this about him, so I’m not surprised you don’t, but you can’t tell him I told you, deal?”

You nod, willing to agree to pretty much anything at this point.

“He’s like, obsessed with anything ocean related. I mean, he’s a total geek about it. He’s got tons of facts about sea creatures memorized, and even has this pair of pajama pants with little jellyfish on them. So I’d take him to the aquarium if I were you. Before the two of you started dating, he used to drag me there every other weekend.”

You sat back in your seat, stunned. How did you not know this about him? In a week or so the two of you will have been dating for a year! Smiling, at Yuuta, you return to the campus and thank him profusely for his insight before returning to your room and pulling up the local aquarium’s website. You had a date to plan.

A little over a week later, your one year anniversary had arrived and you were ready. You had told your boyfriend to keep his schedule open because you had a surprise planned for him, so when you were ready with the tickets tucked securely in your bag, you told your boyfriend to meet you at the school gates.

When you arrived, he was already there, and you took a moment to appreciate how attractive he was in his casual clothes. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with a baggy white t-shirt over it, his black cargo pants mostly covering his battered converse. Looking up from his phone he waved at you grinning. Running up to him, you flung your arms around his neck, feeling his chest rumble with laughter as he caught you. 

“Konbu!” He greeted you, before pulling out his phone and typing something.

You look really nice today :)

“Thanks Toge!! I like your outfit too! It looks very comfortable.” You rub your hands up and down his sleeves for emphasis. “Now let's go!”

You grab his hand, and drag him off to the bus stop, ignoring his protests and questions regarding your date, simply telling him it’s a surprise for a reason.

After a short bus ride filled with mock bickering and laughter, you pull him off at your stop and wait for him to realize where you are.

The aquarium?? He waves his phone in your face, looking at you questioningly. How did you know?

You wink at him. “I have my ways. Now, do you want to go in, or not?”

His eyes widen, and he nods in excitement as he grabs your hand and tugs you along. After giving the lady at the booth your tickets, you let him take charge, as he clearly  was well acquainted with the place. Pulling you along, he chattered away excitedly via his phone, spewing random facts left and right.

For example at the shark exhibit:

Did you know that sharks are covered with little teeth called dermal denticles?? That’s why their skin feels like sandpaper!

He pressed his hand to the glass separating him from the shark with excitement in his eyes, as if he were imagining what it would feel like to pet one. You watched him, fascinated with this new side of him you were discovering.

At the octopus tank:

Did you know that having sex gives male octopi dementia? Imagine if humans were like that, it’d be hysterical

You shake your head as he giggles to himself, and let him guide you to the next exhibit.

Finally, the two of you take a break, buying lunch and sitting on a bench to eat. You observe the happiness on his face as he uses his fries to draw in his ketchup, positive the aquarium was the right choice. Sending Yuuta a silent thank you, you begin eating your own lunch.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, leaning against each other as you eat before you speak.

“It’s really cool that you know so much about the ocean and sea creatures, and it’s adorable how excited you get when you see them, but…I don’t exactly know how to say this, but why sea creatures? What got you so into them?”

Thoughtfully, Inumaki takes another bite of his sandwich before setting it down and grabbing his phone after wiping his hands. He types for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to delete a sentence and rewrite it. After what feels like forever, he scrolls back to the top, reads what he wrote, and hands you the phone.

I guess it’s probably because of my cursed technique. There’s not really much sound underwater, you know, but all of these creatures can still communicate. Like, did you know that lobsters pee out of their eyes, and that they pee on each other to communicate? Sure, it’s gross, and I can’t just go around peeing on people if I want to tell them something, but somehow it made me feel less alone. So every time I was frustrated or annoyed, because I couldn't speak, I went and learned something about sea creatures instead of feeling sorry for myself.

As you read, your heart hurt for him, but at the same time you were glad that he had found an outlet for his negative feelings. Handing him the phone back, you pulled him into a hug.

“I think it’s great that you found such a positive way of coping when you felt insecure, but I’m sorry you ever felt that way. I wish you had told me about it sooner, and I wish I had taken you to the aquarium before this.”

He pulled away, and you didn’t need anything typed out to read the vulnerability in his eyes.  “I don’t think you’re weird for loving sea creatures at all, and I don’t care that you can’t talk. I understand what matters, so you don’t need to use your words. And, if you’re okay with it, I would love to keep coming back here so you can teach me more about sea creatures. I want to know all sides of you, Toge. There’s not a single part of you I don’t love. So, let’s come back next weekend, what do you say?”

He nodded, and pulled you back into a hug. Nestling into his arms, you soaked up his warmth, feeling his love in his embrace. Because that was enough for the two of you to communicate.

All you needed was each other.

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[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 2.7 K Warnings: none Prompt: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Proofread by lovely @shysadsonie and @callmelovergirl

Chapter 2: Escape

Tuesday - Summer 1974 

You woke up at 6:00 AM and started packing all the necessary stuff in your backpack, Reg and you’d found a way to enchant it for endless space, and you’d added anything and everything that might be useful inside of it. 

And so the adventure started. You met Sirius in the Lobby. “Regulus stayed inside,” he told you “In case anything happens he’ll tell our parents we went on a morning race on the brooms.” 

“And who’ll be the winner?” You wondered. 

“Well me, obviously,” he said “I’m on the quidditch team.” 

“I’m one of the fastest riders in my school though ,” you boasted. 

“Guess we’ll have to make an actual race another time to find out.” He said and you nodded, accepting the challenge. “Come on, we have to get on the bus,” he stated, pulling you towards the stop. 

Once the two of you sat comfortably near the end of the bus you turned to him “You brought a change of clothes, right?” You asked. 

“Why? I look dashing,” he responded, motioning towards his outfit. 

You laughed “I’m not saying you don’t, Sirius… but, you look perfect for a night out in London, this is Mexico, you’ll literally melt in that jacket.”

“Why?”

“It’ll be like 32º degrees by 11 am,” you said motioning towards the news. 

“Is that even possible?” He asked worried, which only had you laughing further.

“We’ll buy something for you before we go to the park,” you said as the bus started moving.  

After around 25 minutes the bus dropped you off in the city, it looked like a tourist area since there were many shops on both sides of the street. 

“We still have some time before the park opens,” said Sirius after checking his watch. 

“Let’s get you something more appropriate then,” you replied, “that shop seems interesting.” 

The two of you walked towards a small boutique, there were rows of clothes on both sides, neatly hung, all of them were beach appropriate, even some swimsuits here and there. You grabbed a pair of white beach shorts and a flowered Hawaiian shirt and handed them over to Sirius “Try this on,” you said. He looked at you, questioning “You have to blend in, I mean the rockstar look works on you but we’re in Cancun, not in New York.”

“Rockstar look?” He asked as he grabbed the hangers from you and headed towards the changing rooms. 

“You know, the whole leather jacket ripped jeans, if I didn’t know you have the thickest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a boy I’d swear you were wearing man-liner too.” 

“So you were looking at my eyelashes then?” He responded in a flirtatious tone, from inside the changing room. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, I first noticed them on your dad.”

“How dare you imply we’re related,” he joked, half offended. 

“My bad,” you said, “at least you don’t have the whole murder stare he’s got going on.”

“I don’t?” He quipped. 

“You’re literally all smiles, Sirius, you laugh every couple of minutes at some stupid joke you make yourself.” By then he opened the curtain and as soon as you saw him you burst into a laugh, he looked silly in those clothes. 

“Bad idea then?” He said raising his eyebrows

“No, no, you look… handsome,” you said with a diverted smile, “that shirt is, maybe a bit too much?” You said before going towards the hangers to look for something better, you grabbed a plain brown shirt and handed it over to him. He grabbed it and headed inside again. 

“I’m not all smiles,” he said as he fumbled with the clothes “I’ve never been described like that.” 

“Yeah sure, all smiles and a flirt as well, all girls fawn over the mighty Sirius Black with his dark luscious locks,” you mocked “All around the hotel, all the girls turn to look at you when you–“ 

That’s when he opened the curtain, with some of the top buttons still undone, he might have bloody well been a supermodel in the portrait of those beach photos all around the store. 

“You were saying?”  He said with a cocky smile as he agitated his head to make his hair flow. 

It took a second to compose yourself after being starstruck by him, but you managed “Yeah that works better,” you said, handing him a pair of sunglasses “to maintain the rockstar vibes.” 

The two of you walked towards the register and paid shortly, the man in the register seemed to be eyeing Sirius up and down as he counted the cash, he was almost as handsome as Sirius, although with a more Latin flare going on with him, with his tanned skin and brown eyes, contrasting with Sirius’ nearly regal beauty. You almost said “I feel you bro” out loud when you noticed his eyes darting towards Sirius’ lashes, even if you would never admit it to Sirius himself, because his ego would grow all the way to the moon, your friend looked dashingly handsome that day. What you didn’t notice is that the boy on the register wasn’t only checking him out, he was also checking you out, that did not pass Sirius’ gaze and he went ahead and placed his arm over your shoulders as casually as possible. 

“Let’s go get some breakfast then,” he said looking towards you “I’m famished.” 

You nodded and turned to the cashier with a smile “Any place you’d recommend?”

“If you wanna try something local, try breakfast tacos on La Adelita, three blocks to the left. If you prefer something more on the sweet side, you can go walk one more block, there’s a shop that has amazing Italian ice cream.” 

“Thank you very much,” You said, still smiling and walking out along with Sirius after he handed you the ticket. 

“And you say I’m all smiles,” he said, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“It’s called being polite, you don’t have to act like a snob all the time,” you retorted. 

“Sure, if you call flirting being polite…” 

“I wasn’t!”

“You sure?”

“Sirius, the cashier was gay!” You told him as he turned towards you. 

“NO way.” 

“He was all over you the moment you stepped outta that changer,” you reasoned.

“He…” Sirius frowned “…he couldn’t have been.” 

“Well I may not know WHAT he was, but he was into you,” you concluded. Sirius turned red but looked to the side to hide it. A boy? Into him? Surely impossible… 

The two of you continued walking towards the breakfast place, both oblivious to the looks you got from the people around, while Sirius may have gotten all the attention from the ladies back at home, here he was getting some of the fruity boy’s eyes as well. Maybe it was because of the way you dressed him? Regardless of the looks, the two of you arrived at the ice cream shop.

“Hola,” you said to the lady at the counter “nos podría dar dos conos?” You asked politely, the lady nodded and motioned for you to look at the glass fridge with all the flavours. 

“Orangegasm?” Asked Sirius looking at one of the flavour names. 

“Naranja combinado con otros cítricos y frutos locales,” the lady explained in Spanish. 

“It’s orange with other citrus and fruits,” you told him. 

“She totally does not see the world play, does she?” He asked, holding a laugh. 

“I guess the word for orgasm is different in Spanish,” you shrugged. 

“I want that one,” Sirius said, the lady seemed to understand and served him a cone, she handed it over and Sirius tried it, he straight up let out the most obscene moan you’d ever heard. 

“Oh, the name fits.” 

“Do you mind if I?” You said motioning to the cone and he shrugged handing it over, you tried it as well, and damn it was hard to hold back your own moan. The name did fit after all. 

“Uno para mi también,” you said as you took out the money to pay. She handed you your cone, you paid, left some tips and left the little shop. 

“This may just be the best ice cream I’ve ever had,” Sirius said as he continued to suck on his cone. And you swear it was hard not to stare at him, he looked so beautiful with his pink-ish lips and dark lashes. 

“Definitely,” you agreed with a cough, forcing yourself to look at your cone instead. 

As you continued walking you bumped into a dark-looking shop with a legend on top that said “EL MALEFICIO” which you roughly translated to “The curse” and frowned, putting an arm in front of Sirius to stop him from walking. 

He turned to you and after noticing you were staring at something turned towards that place, he did not really understand why it was calling your attention so he decided to just ask. 

“It’s a… witchcraft shop?” You said almost questioning yourself.

“Out in the open? Do wizards not hide in Mexico?” 

“I thought we did,” you replied as you grabbed his arm and pulled him along with you to enter the shop. 

Soon enough you realised there weren’t many real things in there. “Siete machos?” You asked puzzled looking at some of the vials “Blanca flor? I think this is just a tourist trap Sirius, for those muggles who think they can do witchcraft.” 

A tall man approached from behind “Tourist trap, eh?” The man said almost threateningly “Perhaps you two would like to see the back of the shop, where the real witchcraft lays,” he said with a steady and creepy tone, the man reminded Sirius of Severus, with his dark and evil aura, maybe a bit more clean, but also a lot more threatening.

“We were about to go,” you motioned to the exit but he quickly moved to block it.

“I insist,” he said as he basically pushed you both deeper into the shop. 

As he promised, this section of the shop was a lot more realistic, with floating candles on the side, cauldrons boiling potions by a fire and a lot of other wizarding items. “Go ahead,” he said. “I assume you two little wizards did not enter my shop to make me lose my time and do intend on buying something.” 

You both nodded and busied yourself by browsing through the shop. You walked towards a shelf with several scrolls and started looking at the different spells on them. One said animagi and something made you take it. 

Sirius was on the other side looking at some other things, he found a small necklace that looked very interesting, the man approached him from behind “That’s an interesting item you have there, it’s charmed. It’ll allow you to find the person wearing the necklace when you need it the most,” he said. Sirius didn’t really believe him but took it anyway. It instantly burned his hand and he dropped it on the floor. 

“What the fuck!” he cursed. 

“Told you it was charmed,” the man replied with a simple shrug. “Now you must buy it, it’s linked to you by a blood charm. Give it to someone you don’t want to lose.” 

Sirius was sure the man was being passive-aggressive but he was not about to challenge him about it, he looked very dangerous, same creepy vibe as his parents. 

“Do you, uhm... take muggle money, or just Galleons?” You asked nervously as you approached him and Sirius on the other side of the shop. 

“Galleons.” He said. You nodded and pulled out some money from your purse, giving it to him. The man moved to the side finally leaving the path open for you to leave the shop. 

“Be careful children,” he said as he saw you leave “It’s not safe for two wizards to be roaming around by themselves, especially when you are not of age yet.” 

Sirius and you quickened your pace and went out as soon as physically possible. Once you were far enough the two of you collapsed down onto some chairs from a local coffee shop. The two of you were breathing heavily “For a minute I thought he’d never let us out,” you said. 

Sirius nodded “It was certainly an experience,” he agreed, also catching his breath “What did you buy?” 

Your face quickly changed “Oh, you’re gonna love it, I remembered you mentioned something about trying to turn into an animagus,” you said, he nodded, “well…” you said as you took the scroll “it’s the recipe.” You smiled mischievously. 

“No way!” He said as he took it from your hands and started inspecting it. “This is crazy, you can only get this stuff with a bunch of special permissions.” 

“I know, that’s why I bought it,” you said “I’ll make you a copy once we’re back at the hotel.”

He smiled brightly “Thank you.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment until a lady came over to ask if you wanted to order anything. 

“Mm, no, lo siento. Tienes lo hora?” 

“Son las diez cuarenta,” she responded, annoyed and you jumped from your seat. 

“Our bus for the park is about to leave,” you told Sirius and quickly took out a bill and left it on the table “Lamentamos molestarte,” you told the lady before pulling Sirius back to the bus departure place. 

“What was the bill for?” He asked as the two of you picked up the pace.

“The inconvenience,”  you said as the two of you started jogging. 

After 5 minutes you’d finally made it, the bus was indeed at the stop and a couple of other tourists were still getting inside it. “We made it on time,” You said once you were inside. 

“Ready for the zip lines?” He asked with that particular smile of his.

You laughed, looking slightly to the side “I was born ready.” You replied. 

You continued the bus drive talking about nothing and everything, looking at the scroll with the animagus recipe, and discussing how tedious it seemed to be. 

“What would you like to be?” You asked him. 

“I don’t know, a big strong animal I guess, like a tiger, or a wolf.” 

“Imagine if you ended up as a cute little puppy instead,” you teased. 

“Hey!” he said as he nudged you in response. 

“What?” You replied with a smile “Got a problem with that, Puppy?” 

“Oh no, don’t make that a thing,” he complained, “what ‘bout you?”

“I don’t know, something fast, maybe small? I’d like to be able to move around without causing too much trouble,” you responded “Or a lion,” you said with a smirk “I’m sure I could take out your tiger any day.” 

“Tigers are stronger than lions,” he said confidently.

“What are you talking about? Lions are the KINGS of the jungle for a reason,” you argued back. He was about to answer when the bus came to a halt. You were finally there. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Xplore,” the driver said, in English, to Sirius’ amusement, probably because the bus was pretty much full of tourists. 

Soon enough people started to get up and out of the bus, as you two approached the doors he leaned towards you and whispered in your ear “My tiger would still win.” 

“Sure thing Puppy,” you said with a smirk and jumped from the stairs to the asphalt, walking towards the entrance of the park “You coming or what?” 

Sirius jumped right after you and the two of you walked towards the entrance. You had to sign some papers, that said something about the risk involved and how you wouldn’t sue the park in case of an accident and they asked for your ID, to which you gave them the fake ones that said you were both 19 and 18 respectively, which is above legal adult age in Mexico but also still believable with your childlike faces.

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Jude Jazza~Luxury Liner Event~Epilogue

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In the aftermath on an incident involving a gang and the president of a trading company feared by the public,

The luxury liner Orellus is forced to make an emergency stop at a port that night in order to hand the gangsters over to the police.

Ellis smiled as the night breeze brought with it the smell of the sea.

Ellis: “Let me deal with the police. Jude, Kate, take it easy.”

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

(Ellis, you really are very thoughtful…)

Jude walks away as soon as we leave Ellis.

Kate: “Ah, please wait… where are you going?”

Jude: “To get a proper drink.”

Kate: “Can I go with you too?”

Jude: “I dunno, that’s a bit much for a well-bred young lady don’t ya think?”

Kate: “…I think I’ll be fine as long as I don’t leave your side.”

Kate: “It seems there are rumors that you’re a ‘scary person who crushed a gang.’”

Jude: “…”

Jude: “Ye can follow me if ya want, but if we get separated, I won’t look for ya.”

Jude: “At best, ya can follow me around like a baby bird.”

(You really can’t have a calm conversation…)

I was annoyed by his sharp words, but I didn’t feel like turning on my heels.

I felt like Jude’s stride had slowed down a little.

(…I wonder if his body is okay after the fistfight he just had.)

(His shirt, it’s slightly torn… maybe there’s a place where a knife had grazed.)

Although I know there are no deep wounds or injuries, I am somewhat worried and glance sideways to check.

Jude: “…Ha…”

Kate: “…? What’s the matter?”

Jude: “What’s the matter with you? Ya—”

Townspeople meeting at the port: “In commemoration of the Orellus’ port of call, please have these flowers.”

At that moment, I suddenly heard a cheerful voice.

(Flowers…?)

The world’s largest luxury liner was moored at port, albeit, temporarily, and a large number of people were flocking to the port.

Passengers heading out to town seemed to be handed a welcome flower.

Townspeople meeting at the port: “May your encounter with this town be a wonderful one.”

Kate: “Ah, thank you…)

(For Jude, flowers…)

(I bet he’s frowning like crazy…)

However, Jude glanced sideways and quietly dropped hi seyes to the flowers.

(…Huh?)

For a moment, his gaze seemed transfixed.

His eyes suddenly turned towards me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Kate: “What is it…?”

Jude: “…Stay still.”

Jude stuck the flower in my hair near my ear.

His finger tips graze my ear, and my shoulders tremble unintentionally.

Kate: “…?...??”

(Did you give me a flower, Jude? Why?)

The faint, sweet fragrance of the flowers, and the man in front of me who has no trace of sweetness, are so unbalanced and confusing.

Jude: “…Just as I thought, it suits you.”

Jude: “It’s stupid. It suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”

(…Huh!?)

The mocking sneer gripped my heart.

Kate: “Wh-what was that… it’s so stupid it’s perfect?”

Jude: “Is that what it means?”

Jude: “A flower that welcomes anyone like an idiot…”

Jude: “You, who follows me like an idiot.”

I was at a loss for words as his fingertips poked my collarbone.

His cold words and gaze seem to see right through my troubled heart and I can’t say anything.

Jude narrowed his eyes as if he’d caught me in a trap.

Jude: “I told ya I’d show ya pain, and you followed me here.”

Jude: “…What were ya expectin’?”

l—Flashback—

Jude: “If ya keep hanging around me, yer gonna get hurt worse than this.”

Jude: “…when ya do, show me that pretty face of yers.”

--End Flashback—

Kate: “You’re wrong…!”

Jude: “Did I bully you like ya were expectin’?”

The sadistic whisper sends a sweet shiver to the pit of my stomach, making me shiver violently.

Kate: “I’m…not…”

Kate: “I didn’t follow you with such expectations…”

I was worried about you, even though it was a minor injury. That’s all.

(Why…am I so nervous…?)

Jude’s eyes narrow even more when he sees that I can’t come up with an argument right away.

Jude: “Ah-ah… you shouldn’t show that face so easily, princess.”

Jude: “I was joking…but it looks like you want me to stop joking.”

Kate: “…you know…”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me.

I tried to back away, but a hand around my waist held me in place, as if to say it wasn’t allowed.

Jude: “Do ya want me to hurt yer wrist like before?”

Jude: “Ah, or did it feel good to be tied around yer neck, like we did before?”

The hand that poked my chest now came up to my throat.

The amethyst eyes, staring at me from such a close distance, seemed to be full of heat despite his sneer.

Even though, I think it’s strange, I can’t help but feel my heart pounding.

(F-funny…)

(Something’s wrong with me…)

Jude: “Or…you want something more lewd.”

The hand wrapped around my waist smoothly crawls up my back.

A sweet tingling sensation welled up in my chest and I quickly pushed myself back.

Kate: “None of those are different…”

Jude: “…Fuha, yer desperate aren’t ya? Liar.”

Kate: “I’m not lying…!”

Jude: “Hmm, okay.”

Jude: “Well, if ya ever get tired of being stubborn, ye can always tell me.”

Jude: “I’ll play with ya in my spare time.”

Kate: “Oh, I don’t do that for fun.”

Jude: “Then, why don’t ya get serious.”

Kate: “Wha…”

Jude: “I have no intention of responding.”

Kate: “At least…Oh!”

The sea breeze from the port almost blows away the flower behind my ear, so I reflexively hold it with my hand.

(…why now?)

(I don’t want to lose it…you thought…)

(This kind of thing…it’s just a flower you gave me to tease and mess with me.)

Jude: “Like I said before, if ya get separated, yer on yer own.”

Kate: “Oh, wait a minute.”

Holding down the flower so it wouldn’t fly away, I run after him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his face when he laughed about how stupid it looked.

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Sup Kosh I’m new here but I really enjoy your writing and I’d like to request Yandere Momo Yaoyorozu x Male reader if you don’t do male Gn or Fem is fine could be anything honestly Headcannons or something would be cool not a lot of stuff out there for Momo so anything works but yeah I love your blog keep up the great work

Soft yandere headcanons of Momo

Warnings: None :)

A/N: hiii, welcome to the crew! I decided to do male reader! I'm also sad there isn't much for Momo!! She's so cool man :((.

Tysm anon, stay well! 💓

Momo is fairly rich, which means she absolutely adores spoiling you with whatever you desire. Whatever you want, you have it within a heartbeat; she will allow you to order from Amazon, or go to the shops with her to experiment with clothing/or items.

While out in public, Momo will touch you 24/7, tracing shapes and pictures on your arms or hands to help her calm down from the fans that randomly show up for her. Speaking of Momo’s hands, her hands are extremely safe for the both of you! Feeling her wide palms, so soft and squishable can be quite addicting.

Due to her famous physique, it’s likely she owns a makeup, gym, or clothing brand. Whenever she goes out to meet and greets, or has requests to be on TV for an interview, she gets very anxious beforehand.

Reassuring her before the time is up to go on stage helps her a lot; hugging her, whispering that she has this and you’re right behind the stage if she needs support is a huge step for her, making her feel more safe.

Years after years of hero work strained her body, making her more chubby which you absolutely adore!!! She gets super embarrassed whenever you compliment her in a dress or revealing clothing: “Thank you, love. I needed that.”

Speaking of dresses, whenever you two go somewhere with fancy decorations, she constantly makes sure the outfit you’re currently wearing is always perfect and nice for you; whether that’s fixing your tie, re-doing your belt, or folding your cuffs on the shirt, Momo will constantly be frantic over it.

At times, her negative thoughts can get a hold of her and she gets extremely self conscious of herself; pulling at her stretched skin in the mirror while sighing with disappointment. Please just hold her, caress her hair and tell her you still love her for her; that you aren’t concerned with her looks and you’ll love her for her. She worries about that constantly.

The two of you constantly go to restaurants every weekend, Momo makes sure to plan the night extremely well. She makes sure to wear a dress, wanting to match your outfit. During the dinner, she allows you to get whatever you want, even if it’s dessert!

For dates, Momo loves to take you to museums, star-gazing at night, and picnics!! Not only does she love to admire the statues of those who lived here years and years ago, but Momo loves to adore seeing the stars sparkle while the two of you eat chocolate-covered strawberries on a big, comfy blanket!

She despises paparazzi. She gets really irritated, paranoid and hurries whenever you’re with her, she will make an umbrella and cover you two for privacy. This causes PDA to be quite hard for her. Even in public, she likes to keep your relationship to a minimum; she will hold hands, peck you on the cheek, and occasionally throw a hug.

This makes Momo quite possessive over you, she hates seeing people flirt or talk to you in a non-friendly way. She insists on making you wear one or two items of her merchandise (hoodie, shirt, perfume, even pants) to show others your hers. Don’t worry, if you’re also a hero/or a developer in public, she will definitely wear your merch.

She absolutely adores hearing what you’re interested in, finding whatever you like quite interesting. Momo will 100% buy you figurines if you’re into a show/or video game, if you love doing anything art related, she makes sure to buy the best supplies for you.

Momo loves to touch your hair: letting her detangle it, sniff the sweet shampoo you use, or try to decorate it with small braids/items, however, if you don’t approve of that, she will admire it and tell you how handsome you are! She’s constantly cooing at how adorable and how much of a Greek deity you are.

Momo loves tea, but she absolutely loves it more when you make it for her. She always adds that it tastes way better when you make it: “It tastes better whenever you make it love, could you make me another cup, pretty please?”

She loves to hold your waist from behind whenever you decide to cook dinner; swaying side-to-side, pushing her face into your back while she listens to the classical music playing in the background.

Cuddles usually end up in naps! At the beginning, you normally are laying on her stomach, legs tangled with each other while she drags her nails into your scalp; occasionally making kissing noises for a smoosh. Later, she ends up falling asleep with a book across her chest and small, yet cute snores sneaking out.

Did I also mention that if she woke up before you, she would kiss all over your face to wake you up? No? Well she would and 100% tickle you if you didn’t budge.

Momo is pretty organized, she hates messy area’s and things that are not where they are supposed to be. Though, she will never touch your stuff unless it ends up in her ‘area’. She’s very strong about boundaries and hates crossing them unless she needs to.

Nicknames consist of: darling, angel, love (/or lovey), and hun (/or honey). She normally uses this on a daily basis, feeling the butterflies swarm in her tummy while you smile whenever she uses them. However, she will only use your name when she’s serious or in the need of comfort.

If you’re an indecisive person, she’s an excellent helper! Momo always accommodates you, knowing what your preferences are. However, if making plans stresses you out, she will take the lead and tell you to rest; allow her to do the rest of the work.

When she’s out shopping, Momo always makes sure to bring something home for you: a candy bar, a plushie of your favorite animated character from a certain show, or a cute t-shirt she thought would be lovely on you.

But! If you do go with her, she drags you into the fitting rooms half of the time, begging for you to try on outfits. At best, you come home around the mid-evening with hands full of bags from the expensive shops.

Momo cares about your opinion… like a lot: “Hun, what do you think about this outfit?” – “Are you sure? Is it fine?” – “I’m going to the mall, do you want to come along? Or shall I stay here to watch a few movies with you?”

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Could you do a list of prompts where it's enemies to lovers but only one of them hates the other? Thank you so much!

Enemies to Lover Prompts, but Only One of Them Hates the Other

Hi there! Thank you for requesting, here you go!

WARNINGS: Hospital mention!

SCENARIOS

1) Sometimes I wonder why my boss assigns me to you of all people and—why are you blushing? 

2) Small car? Fine. Small car with you, and you now hate my guts even more now? Not so fine. Small car with you, hating my guts, and you’re wearing that suit/button-down/dress and looking absolutely amazing? Really good, but really, really bad. 

3) I hate you, but you’re bleeding after a mission/an accident and I don’t know what to do but sit here. You want me to hold your hand, and I know I shouldn’t feel this way seeing you so vulnerable. 

4) There’s nobody to check you into the hospital, and they won’t let me back there unless I’m related. Congrats, I’m your wife/husband/spouse now. Ready for a shotgun marriage? 

5) I’ve always thought you’ve hated me as I’ve hated you. Whenever there was a meeting, you’d do nothing but stare at me, but now that we’re alone in the break room/office/building, I don’t think you hate me as much as I thought. 

6) I may not like you, but I’d hate you getting caught by the police even more. Here, hide with me. 

7) How, after two years of us being in the same office, I now only figured out that you apparently have a crush on me? And the office knew? I thought you hated me. 

8) Group projects aren’t fun, but group projects with you are even worse. Gotta make sure I clean my room, and make sure there’s snacks, oh, and make sure that my mom doesn’t come in the room and—wait… why am I putting so much effort in? 

9) I know that when I took this job, I said I’d do anything to get to the truth. But a fake marriage between you and I? Not happening. (It happens anyway.) 

10) I saw a crumpled up letter sitting on my desk, and all of our coworkers were snickering about it. It was a note confessing your love for me, obviously trashed. You never hated me? 

11) We’re about to be caught, and you pull me into a closet/cupboard/dumpster/alleyway, and now you’re really close. Lord, help me. 

12) I got a piece of paperwork that I can’t do alone, so I took it up to your office. Entering your space was a one-time thing, but when did it become a habit to stop here every other day with coffee, then? 

13) Our boss is planning on firing both of us if we can’t get along—and he/she even went as far as to threaten a get-along shirt. Come on, let’s go bowling/watch a movie/to the arcade or something… why am I so warm? 

14) I never thought that out of this whole room, you’d be the one to advocate for me. 

15) I overheard your secretary ordering you coffee, and being the best employee that you have, I got you a second one in the afternoon. You return the favor, and maybe you’re not such a bad boss. 

16) You’re babysitting my daughter/son. I hate you, but you do a good job. You hate me, but I tip you well. What happens when my kid locks us into a damned closet after you finish up work, and you start blushing? 

17) I am trying not to cry at the fact that my ice cream dropped on the pavement. It’s already been a rough day, okay? But then you, my boss, who should be back at their office and definitely not here, buys me a new one. Who are you, and what did you do to my boss? 

18) I called yesterday to not come in today. I don’t want to deal with you, or anyone else for that matter. But then you’re here with groceries and ice cream… thanks.

19) That’s my dog... who likes your dog? Even though you’re my annoying neighbor that blasts music at two in the morning, maybe we can get along. For the sake of our pets, of course. And not because you’re—

20) TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC. DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME, AND—that’s some tight sleepwear/you’re not wearing a shirt—and… I… uh…

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Hello ! After searching for answers on my own but English not being my first language so I wasn’t sure of the tone, I’m at a loss so I’m here ! I’d like to find some nicknames that an older character calls a younger one but not as a cutesy way, more as teasy but at the same time not falling into being mean, stuff like "pipsqeak". If you have anything I’d be very happy ^^.

Non-Cutesy Nicknames for Younger Characters

I see where you're going with cute but not mean, so it's important to note that "pipsqueak" means "one who is small or insignificant," so it's mocking the young character's smaller size. Along those same lines would be: shrimp, squirt, half-pint, twerp, munchkin, sprout, small fry, junior, shortie, and whippersnapper. Also: Little Brother/Sister/Bro/Sis

General nicknames, which aren't size-related (but which are sometimes used snarkily toward other adults):

-- Kid -- Kiddo -- Bud/Buddy -- Pal -- Lad/Laddie/Lass/Lassie

More often than not based on the older character's first impression of the younger character due to appearance, behavior, actions, abilities, or situation.

For a young character who is/appears to be bossy, assertive, or a strong leader:

-- Chief -- Captain -- Boss -- Major -- General -- Commander -- Big Cheese -- Top Dog -- Kingpin -- Big Shot -- Big Wig -- Sheriff

For a young character who is/appears to be bold or high-spirited: -- Firecracker -- Tiger -- Sparky -- Spark Plug -- Turbo -- Fireball -- Flash For a young character who is/appears to be courageous/brave: -- Hero -- Braveheart -- Lionheart -- Dare Devil For a young character who is/appears to be a troublemaker:

-- Mischief -- Rascal -- Rebel -- Wildcat -- Menace -- Trouble

For a young person who is/appears to be tough, fierce, a fighter: -- Buster -- Bruiser -- Slugger -- Wrecker -- Chainsaw -- Hulk -- Spike For a young person who is/appears to be strong/athletic: -- Champ -- Slugger -- Sport -- Muscles For a young person with a strong ability or skill:

-- Ace -- Champ -- Genius -- Wizard -- Crackerjack -- Hotshot -- Maverick -- Superstar -- Whiz -- Hot Stuff -- Old Hand

Nicknames can also be based on other things about the young character, their situation, or how they met: Blue Eyes, Red (for a redhead), Chatterbox (talkative, or ironically for someone who's quiet), Apple Thief (they met when youngster was stealing an apple), NYC (the youngster came from New York), Dinner Plate (the initially alarmed youngster threw a dinner plate at them), Soda Pop (the youngster is wearing a Coca-Cola t-shirt)...

In other words, don't be afraid to brainstorm a bit and see if you can find something that is unique to the characters and situation.

I hope that helps!

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Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

My piece for the Summer Break Collab hosted by @sleepysnk! It’s technically a continuation of Teddy Bears but you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to!

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, one instance of a kiss, insecurities/pregnancy related insecurities, cringe...

WC: 3459 (It could have been a whole lot longer... but... I was seriously tired...) 

Characters: Itachi, Y/n + Boruto/Naruto Characters

A/n: It’s probably clear that the writing gets progressively worse as I got more tired since I am on vacation and do not have as much time as I wanted to get this done aside from late at night. Haha... procrastination... I was going to have this done a month ago... Sorry... I want to go back to doing previews more again since it holds me accountable so watch out for that! Woo...

A strange thing, really, to see a large log just lying on the beach when there were no trees around. It was incredible to even think that the waves were strong enough to bring such a massive piece of wood all the way from wherever it happened to come from, all the way there and so far up on the sand. Each thing on the beach riddled with mystery, as there was always a chance that it could be from some island nearby, or halfway across the world, it was hard to tell from just looking at it. But like most logs, it made a rather comfortable sitting place for the few people who preferred land to the sea, Itachi and Y/n included.

Flashback:

“The beach?” Y/n asked, examining the basket of laundry Itachi had just set down. “Yes, at Sasuke’s invitation.” She contemplated his words. “It seems most of the children are going to visit there as some kind of retreat for the academy… with adults of course.” He smiled, removing his gray shirt and tossing it in the basket as well. He looked as good as ever, at least as far as Y/n could tell. Just the same, really. Hair still perfectly straight and smooth, tied back loosely in a comfortable ponytail, and body in pristine condition and shape, him still getting high levels of exercise within his busy schedule. But Y/n, though she had eaten relatively healthy and exercised frequently throughout the pregnancy, it was still clear as day that she was expecting, naturally.

What was the expectation? Would she just sit there and sulk the entire time? While all the other Konoha women, Tenten, Ino, Temari, Sakura, and Hinata would wear extravagant bathing suits? Something Y/n wasn’t accustomed to even when less large. It seemed that in her group of people, she was going through this alone. The rest of them had long been recovered from their pregnancies, and were together during that stage, which Y/n herself had missed. 'I’d look like a complete fool next to him…’ She couldn’t help but think while picturing the event in her head. It seemed wrong, criminal even, to be slightly ashamed of carrying her own child, and to feel as if Itachi's support was not enough. But maybe… if she had not wanted to wait so long… he would already have been born yet and she wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

“It will be a bit of a trip to Kirigakure, but nothing to bad and i’m sure it will be worth it. It will be nice to see water after so long, right?” Y/n nodded, shyly. “You must miss Kisame, right?” Itachi contemplated for a brief moment, a finger resting on his chin as his eyes took in the ceiling. “He was a fine partner, really. And despite it all, one of the best shinobi I have ever seen.” He reminisced, the memories still feeling like yesterday. Regret was not as apparent in his words as they were years ago, it was good to see he had forgiven himself more after all this time.

He noticed her expression change suddenly, him almost aware there would be an excuse coming. “I… I don’t think I have a swimsuit, Itachi…” She frowned, turning away from his gaze. “What? Nonsense. We can go out shopping whenever you’d like and buy a new one. I’m sure we can find something to fit your style.” He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder as she hung up some wet clothes. “I have the day off, let me finish that so you can get some rest.” He insisted, her refusal making him frown and start dragging her off to their room. “Y/n, if not for yourself, then for me?” He tucked her into the covers like he had done so many times before. “Just relax.” He spoke softly before exiting, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts. Part of her wanted to call out to Itachi, and inform him of her concerns. He always knew how to make her feel better. Yet she could only feel as if it would be selfish to do so. And so she went to sleep, somewhat longing for her husband to be with her so she could be at peace.

-

The next day rolled around, gray clouds in the sky as if they were perfectly representing Y/n’s mood. No magical remedy came from the sweet comments that came from the people in the village as they walked through the streets, everyone congratulating them for their child, and those who had already known were shocked at his growth. Instead, it was Itachi’s eyes when he heard their excitement, the eyes of an excited father-to-be, and one Y/n could predict would be perfect in every way.

Another comfort was the maternity store they stopped at, it being run by a woman who too was pregnant, and had lots of cute choices for bathing suits. With the help of Itachi, Y/n eventually chose a simple f/c two-piece suit with small white stripes adorning it, and a little bow before the top poofed out over her stomach, making it comfortable. The skirt was the same, and long enough that she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“You look wonderful, my love.” Itachi spoke softly as she looked at herself in the mirror with a slight smile. “Of course, you always do.” He added, placing a hand on your belly and feeling a slight kick from the baby. “He’s restless these days…” Y/n’s smile grew at his movement. “Reminds me of Shisui. I believe we may have another troublemaker in the Uchiha clan.” He chuckled softly, reminding himself to invite Shisui along as well. “At least we know he will become a great, strong ninja. Just like him.” She spoke.

Flashback Ends.

“Mommy! Come play with me and Kawaki!” Himawari squealed, running up to Hinata why dragging Kawaki with her. “Ah. I said don’t want to play right now!” He yelled sternly, voice softening as he watched her whimper. “Come on! You’ll want to play if we start!” He nodded, slightly annoyed as he really had nothing better to do. “Well it seems as if I have to go now, I’ll leave you to discuss.” Hinata mentioned, as she walked off with the kids a bit down the beach for whatever activities Himawari had in store for them.

“Hey Naruto!” Shisui spoke, standing up and situating himself on the empty space on the log. “Yeah?” Naruto replied, watching his movements. “Been having fun being the hokage?” Shisui asked, in a friendly tone. “Sure! I mean…” He pondered the question. It had been everything he’d wanted since he was a child. But even then, he knew he wouldn’t be the best at the job. That would be someone else.

“Well you should really be hokage, Itachi!” Naruto mentioned, turning to face the Uchiha. “No, no. I’m quite glad I turned it down. As fun as paperwork sounds, I prefer to stay home with Y/n and now B/n. It would be hard to take care of them if I was never around...” Itachi spoke. “B/n sounds lucky. He has a dad who actually wants to be in is life.” Boruto muttered, hearing their conversation. “The hokage’s job is important, and someone has to do it, right Boruto?” Shisui chimed in, tapping the boys shoulder as he stood up.

“Y/n, would you like to go in the water?” Itachi asked, confused at her cold expression. “You can go, I think it’s best if I just stay here.” She tried to smile at him, yet somehow couldn't. “Hmm…” Surprise was evident on her face as he took her hands in his, guiding her up to stand. When they were at eye level, she could only blush at the way he was deeply examining her face. “Are you… nervous Y/n?” He asked plainly, leaving Shisui confused in the background as he started to walk with her along the beach a little ways.

“Someday when he is born, it would be nice to take him to the beach with us.” He smiled, gently squeezing her hand. Missing her response, he stopped walking. “We'd have to wait for the group to go all the way back to the village, since I doubt anyone else is ready to head home, but if you’d like, we can just leave the beach until the end if that's what you'd like.” Itachi asked, wanting her to be comfortable. Part of him was thinking she was just tired from the pregnancy, but he knew her too well to truly think that was all it was.

"If there is anything concerning you, please, tell me." He almost begged, but knowing her he knew she wouldn't give anything. "I'm fine, really, Itachi." Y/n looked him in the eyes, slightly mesmerized by how beautiful his were. She had truly married such a talented shinobi, with eyes that even when without the sharingan, could easily put her in a trance. "Here. Let's go in the water." Itachi led her to the edge of the sand where the waves spilled onto it. The golden sun made the blue water sparkle, a mesmerizing sight for the couple. A sweet moment that they hadn’t had time for in the last months, preparation for the baby and all. Itachi was always at work, seeing as he had to support them somehow, and when he wasn’t, he would force Y/n to rest as she was constantly tired and needed it. As nice as quiet can be, she missed the noise of their conversations and time together, which Itachi understood, yet he wanted to take a few months off work spending them with her and b/n so they had to try and save up as much as possible for now.

-

"Mmmph!" Y/n turned to look at the sound, Himawari skipping towards them. "Bleh" Kawaki bursted up through his sand shell, rising through the ground. Himawari’s face was a look of almost terror, yet also amusement that brought confusion to Itachi's face. "Kawaki... you broke it!" She cried out, looking at the sand covered boy and the remains of her laboring. "You could have not buried my head, y'know!" He continued to spit out sand. "I apologize Kawaki..." Hinata chimed in, handing him a towel for him to wipe himself off with as she walked towards the bunch, possibly to see Himawari’s creation.

“Haha! You’re covered in sand Kawaki!” Boruto laughed as he watched his muscles tense up in his arms. “Shut up Boruto!” He said, seemingly taking a swing at him before Boruto ducked. “Missed me!” He yelled, running off with Himawari behind him and a smug grin on his face. “Oh… why does this always happen to me…” He groaned, sinking into the water to wash up until his eyes were at water level. Y/n could only let out a slight giggle as she observed his depressed expression. 'He really is a great addition to their family...' She thought.

“Itachi! Y/n! We’re starting up the barbeque!” Ino yelled to them, holding the skewers for kabobs. “Would it be that the best chef in the world will be cooking?” Itachi asked, hinting at Y/n. “Yep! That would be me, right?” Shisui laughed as Itachi rolled his eyes. “What! My world famous slightly charred ribs are the best! I mean you guys loved them, right?” Y/n ruffled up his hair. “Yes, Shisui, you talented, amazing chef. The charring on those ribs was just divine, so much so it took up half the meat!” He smiled at her comment.

“Y/n! Hinata! We need cooks!” Ino shouted again, looking her straight in the eyes. “You’re not cooking, Ino?” Hinata asked, approaching the grill. “Me? Cooking is more of Sai’s thing. I just go out to eat a lot. Plus, we don't really need three.” She responded. Y/n started to season the meat, alternating the pieces with vegetables on the skewers before covering them to marinate for a bit in a sauce. Hinata chopped up some lettuce and tomatoes, to make a salad, and got out the potato chips and fruit already prepared.

“Hey Kawaki, you want to play some volleyball?” Boruto asked, nudging him on the shoulder. “After lunch? With who?” He asked. “I’d like to play.” Mitsuki commented, staring right at them. “Ah… when’d you get right there Mitsuki?” Boruto asked, confused. “I’ve been here the entire time, Boruto.” He responded. “So! Mitsuki and I on a team? We’re sure to win!” He yelled enthusiastically, fist raised in the air. “Actually, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to be with Kawaki. I was thinking it would help with our teamwork.” He insisted. “Well, okay. That cool Kawaki?” Boruto looked at the taller one, and he nodded.

“Iwabe! Get over here?” Boruto called. “What do you want, Boruto, I’m busy.” He responded. “Oh sorry, we just needed another player for volleyball!” Iwabe walked over with his hands behind his head, yawning slightly. “Eh, I guess if you really need me…” Boruto interrupted him. “Then after lunch it’s game on! Iwabe and I vs Kawaki and Mitsuki!” He yelled enthusiastically, way too pumped up for a simple game.

-

Ino was wearing a small bikini with a flower pattern on it. And a sheer coverup skirt around her waist, something Y/n slightly envied about her. ‘She's so confident… she can wear whatever…’ She thought, placing some of the skewers on the grill rack. “It’s already smelling so good!” Tenten remarked, poking her head over the meat to inhale its scent. “Perfect for those pregnancy munchies, right Y/n?” Ino said, looking at her. “Uh… um…” Y/n responded, turning to face Itachi slightly.

“Actually, she hasn’t really eaten any differently during the pregnancy.” He commented. “Really?” Sai asked, thinking back to his own memories. “Ino really ate like a pig… she went on a massive diet after she gave birth.” He said, nonchalantly. “Hey!” She screeched at Sai, ready to scold him. “Temari was the same.” Shikamaru chimed in. “At least you won’t have to go on a diet Y/n… you’ll probably just bounce right back to your usual self… lucky…” Ino frowned.

“I don’t see anything wrong with eating a lot during pregnancy, it’s natural, right? I just… haven’t been very hungry, that's all. Just very tired.” Y/n muttered, trying to calm everyone down. “Mommy, truth or dare!” Himawari shouted, peeking out from behind Hinata. “Uhm… Truth.” She replied, looking down at her energetic daughter. “Would you rather be stranded on an island with twenty other people, or not be stranded but be all alone?” Himawari asked, testing out the game she had recently learned. “Ah... this  brings me back!" Ino gasped, taking a sip of her drink with the overdramatic sigh. "Stuck on an island with 20 people, I would say... It would be much more entertaining to be around you all. I can't fathom what I would do with all that space alone." Hinata responded.

"What about you, Itachi? Truth or dare?" She asked next. "Let's not bother him, Himawari." Hinata chimed in, not wanting her to say something rude. "Ah... It's fine. I'll go with... dare. I'm feeling a bit adventurous, hmm?" He replied. "I dare you to kiss Y/n!" She laughed, as Y/n's face got red, hiding it as she turned to face the grill. "Eh, I'm sorry Itachi. You don't have to." Naruto responded for Himawari, feeling slightly awkward. "Y/n... would you be okay with that?" Itachi asked as he walked over, placing a finger under her chin to lift it up so their eyes would meet. "I mean they're married already, I'm sure they've kissed a million times!" Himawari whined in the background, Hinata slightly scolding her.

"Uh... sure... if you want to..." Y/n responded, giving a quick nod with a slight smile. It was a soft, quick peck on the lips, but to both Itachi and Y/n it was like a sacred moment of togetherness. Like a promise to always be with each other. For them, the act of a kiss wasn't just casual... it was something that was earned, and treasured. A true sign of devotion. Within the timespan of less than a second, it was like Itachi replaced her whole world, and she felt so small in comparison, hiding her blushing face as he whispered, "Thank you, I have missed that."

"See Boruto? He asked for consent. That's what a true gentleman does." Naruto mentioned to Boruto, pointing to the couple. "Yeah, I know that already! I'm not like you, old man." He spoke, lining up with a plate to get food. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean!" Naruto tried to steal the next spot in line next to Boruto but was stopped by a gloomy Sasuke. "You're making too big of a deal out of this, Naruto. Just get some food." He mumbled. Only a loud "Hmph!" came from Naruto for the rest of his time in line.

- Skips to after lunch...

"It's time... for the volleyball battle to begin!" Boruto yelled, standing in the shallow water before the partially submerged net. Iwabe was on his left, facing Kawaki. "Hey guys... it's just volleyball, you don't have to be so aggressive..." He muttered, looking at the expressions of the two boys. Their glares were intense at each other, both locked in a staring contest neither wanted to back out of. Mitsuki and Boruto alike were watching their silent feud, wondering who it was that would blink first.

"Ha!" Iwabe yelled, having watched Kawaki's eyes close shut for just a millisecond, a reflex he regretted. "What are you going on about!" He yelled back, trying to act all confused. "I don't know if you noticed, but it looks like I won." Iwabe rubbed it in. "We weren't even in a staring contest!" Kawaki tried to argue, but both knew that they had made that silent agreement and there was no getting out of it.

-

"Iwabe! Do something!" Boruto yelled, the ball flying right towards Iwabe's face. "I... I..." He just ducked, not having played volleyball before and it (rather cinematically) bounced off his head and scored a point for their team. Instances like this occurred many times during their game, both teams somewhat incompetent and not knowledgeable on the rules of volleyball.  "Kawaki, you hold your hands together, like this." Mitsuki corrected Kawaki with a demonstration. "What's the point of being a shinobi if we can't use our skills in this..." He muttered, demonstrating with his arm. "It's not fun that way! We're on a more equal playing field, here." Boruto tried to explain. In the end, the game had to be cut short and was a tie as Kawaki 'accidentally' speared the ball.

"Seriously? We were going to win that one!" Iwabe groaned. "Thanks a lot." He pointed at Kawaki. "Hmph." He responded, going to sit down. "It was a good game..." Mitsuki tried to lighten the mood. "As if..." Iwabe rolled his eyes. "You all played well!" Y/n congratulated them when they walked passed. Her eyes slowly drifted away from them as she stared at the horizon. "What are you thinking about?" Itachi asked, overlapping her hand with his. "Not much..." She replied, eyes still glued on the sky. "Hmm? I'm sure it's something." He tried to encourage her to speak. "I guess... wouldn't it be nice if b/n played volleyball with them some day? I know he's quite a bit younger... but it would be so fun for them to play with him." She spoke quietly, getting tired as the day had been long already.

"And b/n will make his own friends too... but it's a long time in the future, still. I just can't wait to meet him and raise him with you." Itachi pulled her into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. "Do you think I'll ever look the same again? I mean Ino said it was diffi..." She was cut off. "You look just as beautiful as you did before, my love. You're giving me such joy... by carrying our child. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not enough, okay?" He frowned. "Even Sai said that Ino ate like a pig... you don't think that way about me?" He started rubbing her shoulders, trying to take the stress and worry away. "Of course not. I wish you would indulge yourself more, anyway. It's completely natural to have a larger appetite, you don't need to limit yourself." He smiled back at her, seeing her eyes gleaming with excitement for the first time during the trip instead of anxiousness. "I think... I think I'm ready to go in the water now..." She mentioned, standing up. "There are still many hours for us to enjoy, let's not wait any longer." Itachi spoke, leading her there.

A/n: Yeah I’m still bad at dialogue... so sorry...

#itachi x reader #itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi x you #naruto #shisui #shisui uchiha #iwabe yuino #iwabe #boruto #boruto uzumaki #hinata #ino yamanaka #kawaki #mitsuki #summerbreakcollab

[spiritsofprogress]

Here’s how Figment can still win | updating the attraction

I envy those who got to experience the ride in its original form with dream finder and all, I really do. I remember being a kid In the early 2000s and my grandpa was excited to take us on it as it was his favorite ride, only to find it completely different. However, what you might not expect me to say is that I don’t think the current iteration of journey into imagination is bad! Do I think it lives up to the original? No, but Dr.Channing is decent and the concept is quite cute.

The problem is this iteration is a clear patch job done nearly 20 years ago and they’ve let it sit ever since. This sucks. Especially considering Disney and Epcot clearly realize how much pull Figment has as a character, people adore this purple dragon years after his debut (remember the popcorn bucket?). They’ll slap him on anything and everything for festivals… but his ride? Actual non festival attraction related merch? You get a shirt or two if you’re lucky! When I went recently there was a single shelf reserved for figment related items. A single shelf in a decently sized gift shop that was mainly filled with the same Toy Story summer line they overestimated in popularity. (I’ve never seen anyone buy or have something from this line). The state it’s in is sad, especially considering Disney pulls on figments popularity! He’s getting a meet and greet again so can we finally update the attraction! … I’ve also heard rumor of the rainbow tunnel returning….

My solutions-

As much as I wish it could, I don’t know if we’ll get the dream finder version of the ride back, but here’s my idea on how to update the ride with the storyline we do have. It’s a cute concept but they’re not doing it to the best it can be.

1. Make it longer! To say they shortened journey into imagination is a understatement, I have no idea what they’re using half of the building for. Make it longer- maybe do go into the smell and taste labs. Make some more elaborate scenes- show that chaos figment has brought to the institue! One of the best gags is in the queue and the poor secretary of Dr.Channing answering the phone every few seconds - give me that energy! Give me… imagination running wild! That’s literally the storyline with figment but he feels so… constrained? Lack of space as it’s so short.

2. 2D figment. I beg of you. I know when the ride was redone 3D animation was new and all the rage but… I’m sorry 3D figment is terrifying and super dated. Soft, cuddly and cute 2D figment is timeless. It wouldn’t be that hard to go over the same scenes just with a drawn model instead, this is a quick fix to Rodger rabbit it.

3. More characters. I’m not even asking for animatronics but you need to give us something more. Again, that secretary is just a gag but its such a good show of story we don’t get on the actual attraction. A fun idea you could do is have “Dean Finder” come out and be the only one to be able to calm figment down/understand him? Sort of nod to the OG besides just a door THEN they open Channings mind to imagination as something to be free. This equally lengthens the attraction.

4. It just makes me sad as they have a really good concept here and ERIC FLIPPING IDLE but don’t utilize such a great comedic actor to the potential I know they could have. Another thing I’d request is the return of a good imageworks that’s not 99% photo opportunities with random characters not seen anywhere else. Additionally if you don’t want to make a lot of merch for the ride that’s fine… make the gift shop smaller, which shouldn’t be a issue if you make the ride longer again.

It’s fascinating to me that Disney consistently lets such a beloved attraction down despite using it for merch and festivals. It’s also fascinating that despite getting a whole makeover the park is leaning into a retro futurism feel and a “Epcot center” vibe (this is a good thing). But again ignores this ride- It’d be costly, sure, what isn’t, but I think it’d be worth giving just a bit of attention.

#disney parks #disney world #walt disney world #Epcot #epcot center #journey into imagination #journey into your imagination #figment #figment the dragon #dreamfinder #Nigel Channing #disney rides #eric idle

[beneathashadytree]

SOPHISTICATION - JIN GRANDET X READER

Warnings : pretty suggestive, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : sensual fluff

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : This was entirely inspired by @randonauticrap ‘s—very relatable—rants about Jin, and @atelier-the-atelier ‘s post from a while back about the elegant, mature vibes Jin exudes. It’s been living in my head rent-free😮‍💨

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Jin’s hands were big; big enough to span the entirety of their lower back when he wrapped them up in his arms like this. It was equal parts comforting and exhilarating, mellow pleasure shooting down their spine with every gentle caress of their skin.

Crossing their legs to sit upright properly, they leaned even further into his embrace, almost melting into his lap. He smelt of sandalwood and patchouli, a mix so heady and rich it almost caused them to shiver with the subtle want that always lingered whenever they sat with their lover.

With the elegance only a regal Rhodolitian prince could have, he took a sip of the expensive wine in the crystal glass in his hand resting on the armchair. In the most enticing way possible, his lips—once removed and knowingly smirking at them, like he knew perfectly well just how his appearance affected them—were stained rouge and damp.

As he invited them to have a taste with a slight slant of his wine glass, Jin’s daring fingers trailed down, tantalizingly close to their backside. Garnet eyes roved over their entire figure languidly draped over him, so closely entwined in a way similar to how they always were between the sheets.

Their throat bobbed with every swallow of the slightly-sweet alcohol, and Jin’s narrowed eyes caught every subtle movement. Their own sparkling eyes met his, and the mere look in them was like a sensual beckoning to him, or a salacious caress with the moon as their only witness.

“You like it?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the rich baritone warming them down to the very tips of their feet—or perhaps that was the wine, paired with his palm massaging them through the thin fabric of their loungewear.

Jin smelled and sounded far too intoxicating for them to even muster anything but a barely-there nod. And they certainly couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying they liked—was it the sting of the expensive liquor? Or was it his undivided attention, and the unabashed desire in his eyes?

In all cases, they wanted more. A bold hand crept through the top of his unbuttoned shirt, usually so crisp but now rumpled in a way reminiscent to how they always left him after a tryst of passion. He was the image of pure eroticism and adoration, all in one ridiculously elegant package.

And they loved every bit of him.

They stroked the hard planes of his chest, a satisfied little smirk of their own making its way on their face as they felt his heartbeat thumping against their palm. After all this time, they still reveled in the way they flustered him, regardless of how poised and charming he tried to appear on the outside. That was the cool façade of a man head over heels in love, and they could always see through Jin’s.

“I’d say you liked it more,” they chuckled, lightly scraping their nail against the exposed tan skin and getting a thrill out of the shiver that coursed through his body. His eyes flashed, and for a moment they could swear that his passionate gaze had turned rather desperate.

Somehow, he managed to find the words. “I’d like it even more if we spent the rest of the night in bed.”

“And what exactly do you have planned for us in bed?” They toyed with the threads of his shirt; anything to busy their fingers and feign nonchalance, despite him consuming their every thought at the moment.

“Sit and talk for a while. Y’know, I really miss you when you’re not with me,” Jin mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their temple, before breathing out a laugh at the way they fidgeted in his lap. “Kiss a little. Take our time with that.” His other hand, now free of the wine glass, reached up to thumb at their dewy lips as he grinned disarmingly. “Maybe even make love until the break of dawn?”

It was all-too-tempting to give in to their lover’s whims; fantasies that they knew they’d enact—and then some. With their heart pounding in their chest with anticipation, they wrapped their arms around his neck, swallowing thickly and watching his corded muscles flex with the shifts in movement as he began to lift them up. Too easy; it was far too easy to get lured in by his timeless, effortless beauty.

“Yes to all of that,” they sighed, a little dreamily and very much in love all over again. “Let’s make up for lost time, Jin.”

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[thehighpriestess1]

Morning Mun! Not sure if you have request rules/if you take requests but on the chance that you do, I’d like to ask for headcanons of Gojo, Geto, Toji, and Nanami attempting to woo their crush 😻

I'm not taking requests but this is a cute idea so imma do it . Headcanon under the cut.

TOJI

Trope : neighbour

Toji is a very closed off person (according to me). This man has been through a LOT so I don't see him as someone who would be very vocal so only way for him to woo someone is ....acts of service.

He is the type of person who is rude to the world but a softy for you. He would help his crush carry out different tasks that they'd be struggling with. Want to carry a heavy parcel to your apartment, toji is there! Want to fix your television? Toji is happy to help! Want someone to take care of your plants while you're away ...toji is struggling but he does it!

I see him practicing smiling in front of the mirror to appear more friendly towards his crush. He would practice for days on how to ask you out for coffee and when you say "yes" all he can say is "cool". But on the inside he is basically a mush.

Reference: Gru (despicable me) when he is in love.

NANAMI

Trope : work crush

Uuuugggh this man is so PERFECT it hurts! He would greet you every morning without fail when sees you walk through the office door. He hated working but you are the only reason he comes to work at all.

Would purposely schedule his coffee breaks to catch you in pantry and try to start a conversation with you. He is really polite and everyone loves him and so do you. He would probably start the conversation with work related matters and probably move on to other small talks.

If you are good friends then you'd find baked goods on your table when you get to work, sometimes they'd be paired with your favourite flower. He'd get you coffee and if you're working late with him he would insist you have tea so that you don't spoil your sleep schedule.

Would offer you his coat if the temperature is a bit too low for your liking. Wou walk you to your bus stop/car/cab after work everyday. If it's raining and you don't have an umbrella he would insist that you take his'.

Outside work he would probably take you for a walk in the park, very relaxing. Would probably invite you for dinner at his place and cook your favourite meal.

He is 10! And there are not BUTs involved.

GETO

Trope : Gym crush

Would be hesitant to approach you at first because he knows guys at the gym can be creepy but when you approach him first he would agree politely.

Would coach you on your form without being offensive. If he sees that you're watching him then he would go above and beyond to hit his PR.

I'd see him using his body to attract his crush. He would use the hem of his sleeveless gym t shirt to wipe off his sweat, all as an excuse to show off his chiseled abbs. Would walk past you pretending he didn't see you only to show off his pumped biceps. If he's on a treadmill, he's shirtless. Would purposely stretch near you so that you'd see him through the mirror.

Would run after you once you leave the gym and ask you out for coffee. Plain and simple. Would ask you to spot him (lol) only to show off.

GOJO

Trope : College rich boy (he gives that vibe, don't come at me)

Would walk in the class with the confidence of a king but the moment he sees you talking to another man, who's sitting next to you, his confidence would deflate. Next thing you know, no one is sitting next to you, on either side! Now he walks in with the same confidence and sits next to you.

He wouldn't know how to handle emotions and would resort to teasing you initially but then when he sees that isn't working he decides it's time for the big game.

Would pretend to not understand a topic and ask you to tutor him after the class. Would sit a bit too close to you in the library and ask doubts everytime he sees you getting ready to leave. Would offer to buy you dinner in exchange for your help. If you say no then he would not drop it until you say yes. He is persistent.

Would pick you up from the dorm, dressed like a prince and take you out to the most beautiful restaurant in the city. He would have the entire corner reserved so that you two won't be disturbed. Would show genuine interest in you and ask you about your life.

If he plays football then he would find you in the crowd and run towards you after the game with a huge smile plastered on his face. Would definitely wink at you when he scores a goal.

#gojo satoru #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #gojo headcanons #nanami headcanons #geto headcanons #toji headcanons #gojo fluff #nanami fluff #geto fluff #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo hcs #nanami hcs #toji hcs #geto hcs

[veronicaphoenix]

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: Japanese folklore, angst, sickness, best friends’ comfort, implied physical abuse. | Word count: 1.4k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

At that point, I was pretty convinced that every time I had one of those coughing flower fits, it was because something bad had happened, even though most of the times I couldn’t tell what had gone wrong, to whom, or where.  I didn’t know what, to whom, or where it had happened. 

This time, something must have taken a nosedive straight to hell because I ended up in the hospital, not only coughing up flowers but also hurling and running a high fever and puking everything I had eaten in the last fortyeight hours.  

I got so bad that Jesse had to drive me to the ER. For a while he genuinely thought I was going to kick the bucket. He went full-on drama when we crossed the ER doors, screaming at the doctors and nurses and ordering them to do something. He phoned the Nicks and he even tried phoning Jolly (who was still in San Francisco) and even my grandmother (who was in Japan). I suppose he did that due to the panic that overflooded him. 

Honestly, I got really worried for a while, too. I was drenched in sweat, feeling dizzy, and by the time we hit the hospital, my vision was playing a blurry game. 

Once they pumped me with sedatives and I could string more than three words together without a coughing fit or feeling like I would puke again, I told Jesse to calm down and stop dialing everyone in my contacts. I figured I’d pull through, just like I had done every other time. Or at least I was hopeful that I would, one way or another. 

Of course, Jesse didn’t listen to me. And then, he called Lia. 

I knew she was on her way when, an hour later, I started feeling miraculously better.

Before Lia arrived, the nurse swung by into the room to check my vital signs and ensure I was still well taken care of. She was shocked to see that my condition had significantly improved since the last time she had been there.

There was no point in staying there and I didn’t like hospitals, anyway. I requested to be discharged against Jesse’s insistence to stay the night and got my way a few minutes after. 

Just as I was getting up from the uncomfortable bed, Lia burst through the door, looking like she’d just sprinted a marathon. 

She said my name and stoped in front of me, eyeing me up and down with her eyes wide open and concern etched all over her features. She was dressed in black jeans, her boots, and a white T-shirt under her jacket. I straightened up with a half-smile that didn't quite reach her. She dropped her backpack on one of the chairs before reaching out to hold my hand.

"Why didn't you call me as soon as you started feeling unwell? I had to find out from Jesse. He was about to cry on the phone. He said it was really bad. He scared me."

Rubbing circles on the skin of her hand with my thumb, I explained that I had almost called her but ended up falling asleep on the couch, leading to a coughing fit and a puking that lasted for five eternal minutes when Jesse decided it was time to drag me to the hospital. 

Despite my own condition, Lia seemed to be carrying some heavy weight, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with her. I wasn't going to buy any more of those excuses about having too much work to do.  

"How are you? Is it serious?" She asked, the furrow between her eyebrows not disappearing.

"I've had a couple of X-rays, but they still can’t tell what it is. They don’t know what to do with me, but I’m feeling okay now, so I suppose that’s what matters.”

Her frow increased. 

"Noah… This can’t go on.”

“And what am I supposed to do?” I replied, shrugging. “When the nurse saw the dried flowers on the palm of my hands she thought Jesse and I were playing tricks on her. I got worried that they would call the Pentagon and take me away to experiment on me. It’s better if I go home and tell them it was all a joke. Besides, it’s not going to happen again.”

"How are you so sure?"

"Because every time you're around, I get better. And now you’re here.”

"Are you seriously still on about that?" she retorted, soundind more exasperated thana mused. She released my hand, taking a step back to give me space as I stood up from the bed, my figure looming over her. 

"I’m not making this up, Lia," I replied. I opened my arms. "It's just how it works."

Her eyes narrowed. "You’ve been talking to Grandma, haven’t you?” 

“Just once,” I said, raising a finger. “You know I’m not one to buy into superstitious and fantastical tales, but I’m just stating the obvious here. I never find myself coughing up flowers when you’re around.”

“What about last time?” She questioned, tilting her head slightly. The light in the room wasn’t helping to veil the dark circles under her eyes, the sharp 

“No flowers. That was just a virus,” I walked past her to grab my jacket from one of the hooks behind the door. As I put it on, I stumbled a little, a wave of dizzines flooding over me.

“Easy,” Lia cautioned, extending her arm to me. 

“I’m okay, Lia.”

“You can’t say that when you’re in a hospital. It makes no sense.”

“It does. You come to a hospital to recover. I’m recovered. I can say ‘I’m okay’.”

“You’re not okay until someone finds out what’s wrong with you.”

“Maybe I’ll end up turning into a flower. Remember that book you made me read a few years ago? What was it called? The Vegetarian? Yeah. The Vegetarian. The protagonist ended up turning into a plant. That was weird as fuck.”

“That’s not going to happen to you, come on.” 

Lia handed me my phone and wallet, and we made our way out of the room. Jesse was coming down the hallway from the left carrying two cups of black coffee—one for him and one for Lia. 

“The doctor said you shouldn’t be drinking coffee, at least for a few days,” he reminded me, much to my dismay. 

“That’s just bullshit,” I scoffed, reaching for the cup now in Lia’s hand. She hesitated, but eventually let me take a sip. After licking my lips, I handed the cup back to her.  

“You never listen,” Jesse muttered, shooting me a disappointed and slightly angry glance. 

Turning her attention to him, Lia asked, “Are you feeling better? You were pretty shaken.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, sipping his coffee. “He gave me a freaking fright. I don’t know what we’re going to do with him. I feel like a mother, seriously. Cannot even go on tour without worrying about his ass.”

“You’re overreacting,” I told him. 

“Noah, you puked all over the house. Now we have to go back and spend the rest of the day cleaning your room, the bathroom and the kitchen. I have never been that sick, not even when I went to Thailand and I ate something dodgy off the street.”

“Did you eat something that was expired, perhaps?” Lia asked.  

“No. I don’t know,” I answered. “Everything looked okay to me when I was cooking yesterday. Jesse ate it as well.”

“Well, don’t worry now. I’ll help you clean up and maybe we should cook something light, like plain rice or something else,” Lia suggested.

“Are you coming with us?”

“Yeah,” she said, brightening my mood. 

I draped an arm over her shoulders as we moved toward the elevator, ignoring the other patients and the nurses walking up and down. There was too much chattering considering that we were in a hospital. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. 

“My favorite nurse,” I joked under my breath.  

“I’m not coming to play nurse to you. Didn’t you say you’re not sick anymore?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.

“I’m starting to think he enjoys this,” Jesse chimed in, wlking alongside Lia’s other side and pretending to be engrossed in his coffee.  

“Well… The docs say I'm good to go, but I can always munch on something rooten and relapse…"

“All right, pretty boy,” she said, giving my chest a solid pat. “Easy does it.”

Approaching the elevator, a woman dashed through the corridor on the right, completely engrossed in her own urgency. Jesse dodged her by swiftly sidestepping her, nearly pressing himself against the wall to avoid a collision. However, she bumped into Lia, making her spill a little bit of coffee onto the floor. 

"Oops, sorry!" the woman apologized, glancing back briefly before vanishing down the corridor. 

I watched Lia wince and clutch her side, and my lightened mood turned into concern. Confusion furrowed my brow because the collision shouldn't have caused such visible pain. 

"Lia, are you okay?"

She managed a weak smile, but she was not doing a good job concealing her pain and discomfort.

"Yeah, that was nothing. Just… I hit myself against the corner of the kitchen counter the other day, and this woman just slammed her elbow right on it. Ugh.”

My gaze lingered on her, perplexity etched on my features. Something felt off, and I couldn't ignore that Lia seemed to be in more pain than the situation warranted. 

“Are you sure? Should we get a doctor?” I asked, genuine concern coloring my voice. 

“No, no,” she hurriedly responded, raising a hand to halt my worry. “I’m fine. We’re fine.” Despite her attempt at reassurance, her forced smile didn’t go unnoticed. Didn’t she know I could tell when she was faking it? 

Undeterred, she resumed the walk and called the elevator by pressing the round button. I thought she was just being stubborn, as per usual, and I let it go one more time without asking further questions. 

The last time. 

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic

[the-fiction-witch]

Spikey

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

Concept Shave

I sat with my book trying to get to the end of my chapter keeping an eye of course on little Eliza who sat so happily watching her show hugging her big moon plushie sitting in her star cushion. I suppose every kind hyperfocus' on something, just weirdly didn't think Eliza would be astronomy. Anything celestial related really. Moons. Stars. Constellations. Space. But not space ships, just space. Most of the time you can find her sitting watching Discovery channel space shows about stars and planets. A strange thing to focus on but it makes her so very happy so we had gone along with it bought her star themed clothes, celestial art for her room, space themed toys, all manner of things to make her happy. But that was also because she's a spoilt little thing. Mostly due to her father, I was always a bit more resistant with her about things waiting to buy her things till special occasions, or at times telling her no all together for things.

The issue was she's smart. And smart enough to know of mummy says no daddy will cave because daddy spoils her rotten and won't ever say no to his little girl and she knows this well as she often only asks him. 

I did want to put my foot down over how much he spoils her but he had done it from the moment she was born treating her like an actual legitimate royal Princess. 

Speak of the devil I heard the familiar sound of his motorbike scampered down the road to our house and park up In Front of his garage her attention was immediately taken away from the show and she made her way to the window to excitedly bounce in wait for her daddy and if course he climbed off his bike wheeled it into the garage and came in through the door kicking his boots onto the show rack and slipping his helmet off adding it to his shelf or helmets fixing his hair and then running his hand over his upper lip and the small amount of hair that graced there, he'd have more if he could but that's all he's ever been able to grow, and all I'd allow him to have 

"Eliza? Where's my little star princess?" He Cooes coming into the living room and she giggled so he happily took her in his arms putting her on his hip and letting her snuggle in his shirt giving her a million kisses "awwww there she is, don't you look lovely and beautiful today, daddy missed you so so very much" he cooes 

"Hello Thomas my loving husband" I slightly glared

"Love you honey" he smiled to me "how's my little girl today?"

"Loverly" she smiled

"Awwww your so cute" he told her trying to give her more kisses but she moved away “no? Aww what's wrong Eliza you don’t want daddy’s kisses?” he pouts 

"No daddy spikey" she says 

"Daddy spikey? Awww you won't kiss me because I'm spikey?" He pouts 

"Daddy too spikey"

"You don't like daddy's facial hair?" 

"No" she giggled

"You really don't like it?'

"No! I don't like it."

"You don't like it?"

"No, daddy to spikey I don't like it"

"Would you like daddy give you kisses of I shaved it?'

"I want. Daddy no spikey" she says 

"You want me to get rid of it? Not be spikey no more"

"No more spikey daddy. Get rid"

"Alright, I'll think about it" he told her before leaving her for her show and sitting with me "hi honey" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss 

"Oww. She has a point you are stabby" I complained

I sat in bed with my book kinda curious what was going on 

"You alright? Aren't you coming to bed?'

"Just a minute" he answered

"What are you doing in there?" I asked putting my book down and getting out of bed poking my head thought the bathroom door 

"Hey! Do I not get privacy in this house?" He complained as he stood I front of the mirror and sink 

"No you don't." I told him "whatcha doing?' I smiled 

"None ya business" he answered "this safe to use?' he asks with my razor in his hand 

"I mean… I shaved my legs with it on Tuesday?"

"I washed it. And I changed the blade"

"Should be fine, why? That weird really long hair on your chest back? If so you know shaving doesn't have you have to wax that shit thomas'

"No, I'm gonna shave my face"

"Why?"

"Because Eliza said I was stabby. I don't wanna hurt my little girl" he says as he began to shave his face 

"How long have we been a couple?"

"Uhhh nine years?"

"And how many times have I asked you to shave your face?"

"..... Sixteen thousand? Maybe more?"

"And how many times have you done it?"

".... Uhh, other then for work?"

"Yes"

"Once. For our wedding."

"So why now?"

"Eliza said I was spikey" 

"You spoil that girl"

"I just wanna make her happy" he says 

I sighed and returned to bed with my book until he emerged clean faced "my face feels cold" 

"It will do I imagine you got very use to it" I laughed as he came into bed so I smiled and gave him a kiss 'ummmm smooth" i smiled before giving him more kisses 

"Ummm. This all it took for you to get more affectionate?"

"Yes" I giggled returning to my book "have you never noticed I'm more affectionate when you shave?"

"... No. Mostly because I shave for work so I've usually been way for like two months? Kinda just assumed you missed me?" 

"I also missed you" 

I smiled as I made breakfast little Eliza in her chair with her porridge and banana as thomas headed down the stairs 

"Eliza? Good morning my little angel" he smiled cuddling her in her high chair 

"Daddy!' she smiled excitedly until he sat in his chair and she actuusaw him ".... Daddy look funny"

I giggled and brought his and my breakfast for the table sitting across from him 

"Daddy shaved"

"... Where… where it go?"

"I shaved just like you asked me too" 

"Oh"

"You like it?"

"Silly daddy." 

"What?"

"No I… I like spikey daddy"

"You liked spikey daddy? But you told me to get rid of it"

"Daddy should put spikey back"

"I can't put it back it's gone. I got rid of it. Like you asked me to" 

"Silly daddy" 

"You do look better with it" I smiled having my coffee

"... I give up. I can't win with you girls" 

#tbs #tbs fanfiction #TBS Imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster #thomas #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomassangster #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster s #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangtser #thomasbrodiesangster #thomassangtser

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

hcs about music and the island dads and their kids bc i am currently experiencing brainrot

x. linus used to play guitar as a kid. he wasn’t great at it, but he liked it, and he’d steal away half an hour a week to play around with the old, beaten up one they had in their public high school. he learnt all his favorite songs on it, mostly by ear, but never had the ability to practice at home. he mentions it to arthur at some point, and they magically find one back in the attic. 

x. arthur loves piano. he has the fingers for it, of course, and there’s nothing like a good jazz piano tune to pair with a philosophy book, but he also loves the expressiveness that some pianists put into their performances. when he was a young man, 20s-30s i’d say, and he didn’t live on the island yet, i like to hc he snuck into a few performances or practices for some great modern composers. 

x. lucy sees linus trying to tune the guitar and decides instantly he Must Learn How To Play alongside him. they buy a beginner’s guitar player book and start learning chords and songs together. lucy, turns out, has a great singing voice to pair with it. 

x. at some point, sal brings up the idea that maybe he could have lucy put one of his poems to music. lucy is absolutely honored, obviously. linus and arthur are in the background crying because omg their children have grown and healed so much

x. phee definitely learns how to make nature dance around her. she takes up doing it when she’s upset, and never really stops. zoe joins in sometimes, and the swaying of the branches, buzzing of bees, and soft sea breeze bring happiness all around the island.

x. talia would be amazing on drums. that’s all. she could wack them as good as she wacks people.

x. chauncey and theodore, albeit not incredibly gifted with musical instruments due to the lack of opposable thumbs, are the BEST hypemen whenever lucy wants to present a song during a lesson. cheerleading? they got u. posters, banners, and badly made t shirts? DONE. lucy isnt even making his own music, but its the thought that counts.

(yes the t shirts would just say hey yeah! music! in squiggly handwriting, instead of hell yeah, because arthur vetoed it)

x. linus and arthur actually learn how to dance instead of just swaying together; waltzing late at night in arthur’s study or the library, soft, stumbly back and forth dances in the kitchen while cooking breakfast, linus dipping arthur on the porch as the sun sets because he just felt like it and kissing the shit out of him. and, of course, the bad renditions of those dances by the children making fun of them.

x. no one expects it, but sal’s teenagehood turns out to be a big rock music phase. he never showcases it on the outside but his room slowly gets decorated with posters and cds of his favorite artists and bands. lucy and linus are over the moon about getting to add a third to their music shop escapades. sal mostly likes the music because he relates to the anger/hurt/ect of the lyrics, and it’s great to drown out any other noise in case it gets too much for him.

#the house in the cerulean sea #thitcs #linus baker #arthur parnassus #island dads #headcannons

[kyufessions]

pastel box

synopsis: you take an evening stroll with your boyfriend, jooyeon, when he ends up surprising you with a little something

pairings: idol, boyfriend! jooyeon x g.n. reader

genre: fluff >:(

word count: 0.8k

a/n: literally got this idea as i scrolled on tumblr during work 😭 shoutout to my jooyeon brain rot. also i’m sorry if this isn’t that good, i’m trying to get better at mushy gushy romantic writing 💀

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @jungsusvillain

“sit! sit!” your boyfriend instructs loudly, his excitement booming off the walls with the brightest smile you’ve seen him had in a while.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, wondering what exactly he was up to. following behind him as he pulled you towards an unoccupied park bench. as you sat down next to jooyeon on the bench overlooking han river, you watched him pull out a small pastel yellow box from a tote bag he had been carrying around with him all afternoon. the sun was shining brightly in the mid-afternoon sky, no clouds in sight as you enjoyed a carefree afternoon with him. jooyeon had noticed how secluded you seemed to be lately, the end of the spring semester making you stressed and overworked on top of maintaining a full time job at the music store down the road from your local college. when he noticed you both had the day off, it took quite a bit to convince you to get you out of your tiny yet cozy studio apartment but he has succeeded nonetheless.

“is that my tote bag?” you asked him as he placed the box on your thighs, eyes darting back and forth between him and the seemingly familiar tote bag.

“that’s not important.” he replies, his smile never faltering for even a moment. “now open it, please!”

you laugh between ‘okay’’s as you open the box, noticing how he decorated it in cute little stickers with your name written beautifully on the box. “A+ for presentation.” you joke, sending him a small smile before opening up the box to find multiple random items. you were confused, looking up at him with a grateful yet confused state. “what’s all this?”

he took your one hand in his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “i started doing this thing where if i saw something that reminded me of you, i’d buy it! you see,” he turns the box around, fishing out a pompompurin keychain and holding it in his free hand to show you. “i know you love pompompurin, so whenever i saw anything related to him i would buy it! along with some other things.” he turned the box back around to allow you to look through it properly, his eyes sparkling as he watched you look through it.

he watched you squeal with excitement with each new item you saw, half being pompompurin while the other half were items you remembered seeing online or in store. as you rummaged through it for a few minutes, there sat jooyeon with his bottom lip between his teeth as you got closer to the bottom. at the bottom sat a black velvet box, worries filling your head as you saw it. he wasn’t proposing, right? i mean, you loved the man and all but it’s barely been a year. regardless, you slowly opened the box and noticed a familiar looking necklace. it was simplistic yet eye catching, the yellow rhinestones on the chain glistening under the spring sun. running your thumb over the metal paper airplane, you noticed a small engravement on one of the flaps and squinted your eyes to make it clearer.

jooyeon chuckled at the sight, admiring your utter confusion. “it’s my initials with our date engraved underneath. i got us matching ones but mine has your initials.” he dug his hand under the neck of his shirt, pulling out the necklace you’ve seen him wearing religiously for the last few weeks.

“how long have you had this?” you questioned, unable to contain your smile and subtle tears poking at the corner of your eyes.

your boyfriend noticed this, taking his one hand and swiping away any tears before they could fall. with a chaste kiss to your forehead, he finally responds. “a few months, i think i hid it well.”

“where’d you hide it at?” you ask as he grabs the necklace from your hands, helping you put on the necklace as you turn around to make it easier for him.

“you know the third drawer down with the socks and underwear?” seeing your eyes widen as you turned around made him let out a laugh. “no no, it didn’t touch them. it was in a separate baggie in the very bottom below everything.”

you nodded, fiddling with the necklace between your fingers as you pecked his lips softly. “that’s smart because you know i’d never go in there.” you smile at him, staring down at the box of goodies once again. “why a paper airplane?”

slipping his hand into yours once more, he brings his lips to back of your hand and places a gentle kiss to it. “so whenever i travel, i’ll always be with you!”

you had never felt more lucky to have someone like jooyeon in your life, let alone someone so thoughtful and caring. maybe saying yes to being his significant other in that random record store almost a year ago wasn’t the worst idea.

#kyufessions xdh #xdh #xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes drabble #xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes jooyeon #jooyeon fluff #jooyeon #lee jooyeon #xd jooyeon #xh jooyeon #jooyeon xh #xh fluff #o.de xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes o.de #xdinary heroes gunil #xdinary heroes jungsu #xdinary heroes seungmin #jiseok xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes junhan #xh junhan #junhan xh #xh jungsu