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jiangwanyinscatmom · 9 months

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tbf, lxc is valid for noticing how one-sided is the wangxian dynamic and it's true that wwx didn't give an f about lwj in his first life... and except for some moments when he went "oh no, he's hot", lwj is the reason people ship them because that ship has no real basis on wwx's part...

In the end, it feels as if he falls for lwj only because he's literally the only one there for him. What's ironic is that he even ponders on how it used to be the other way around and he used to have jc by his side and lwj against him...

MXTX created a mess of a fandom because of all these mixed signals she gives so no wonder there are a lot of wwx / jc shippers. I mean, it's OBVIOUS that she didn't intend for jc to be a love interest at all... but she still made him "ex"-coded. The fact that he's the one wwx made a big sacrifice too for, and not lwj when, on the other hand, lwj sacrificed a couple of important things for a wwx that didn't care about him in their first life, and that won't get the same devotion in return is just. weird.

Well hello there, little troll.

This is certainly a bad/sad understanding of the entire point of Lan Xichen's angry rantings, as the audience was supposed to be exasperated on behalf of all involved due to each one only having their own perception of this entire situation and the ongoing theme on relying on self-biased thought and perception.

Just as Lan Xichen has only his own understanding of one-sided reciprocity(on Lan Wangji's behalf), Wei Wuxian was terrified of being the only one to have thought he was taking his feelings to an inappropriate level that was not reciprocated, mind on the heels and only hours after Jiang Cheng accused them of being more and mocking Wei Wuxian.

In the time they’d been traveling together, he’d gotten the feeling Lan Wangji thought highly of him. That he thought of him differently than he once had. But at the end of the day, he didn’t dare guess how far that “highly” stretched, nor whether “differently” really was the kind of “different” he assumed.

Wei Wuxian had never considered confidence a bad thing and was often smug and frivolous as a result. The cultivation world had once gossiped that the Yiling Patriarch was the sort who frolicked among the peach blossoms, always surrounded by the sweet smell of their fragrant flowers. But in reality, he had never experienced this kind of flustered confusion before. In the past, he had thought Lan Wangji was an open book, but now he found him difficult to read. He was terrified that he was lost in this fantasy all alone; that all of this was only his own wishful thinking and that he was overly confident to presume

otherwise.

Wei Wuxian could not believe that had just happened.

It seemed like a nightmare had intruded on his tender, enchanting dream—one that upended a basin of cold water directly over his head and chilled him to the bone, from head to toe. It was also like he’d been slapped hard across his face, so hard that his ears rang, his heart pounded, and his world spun. He couldn’t react for the longest time. It was with difficulty that he managed to open his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.

One of his worst theories had just been confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt. Lan Wangji was indeed very nice to him, but…it was probably not the kind of nice he had been hoping for.

Do not take it to heart?” Lan Wangji echoed again.

He’d initially thought he’d rather have Lan Wangji think him fickle and abominable than endure the awkwardness of knowing his feelings, which would surely make their friendship delicate going forward. But now, he regretted all the foolish things he had just blurted out without thinking.

"...Sorry,” he muttered under his breath.

Wei Wuxian reached out and brushed a hand across two figures with puckered lips kissing on the wall, before trailing up to the words “Lan Wangji was here.” The sentence needed to be cleaned away, but before Wei Wuxian did so, he traced the strokes of Lan Wangji’s name with his fingertips.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The more he traced them, the more he was loath to part.

While leaving Lan Wangji behind and freely roaming the world alone did not seem an impossible thing to consider…

...a voice deep inside Wei Wuxian told him the clear truth: It was impossible.

The nonsense he’d spouted back at Golden Carp Tower had really come true. The Wei Wuxian of today could not do without Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian has only stopped trying to rationalize (comphet) and explain away their close relation as only being friendly, he knows very well his own advances can't be explained as being a joke any longer and, doesn't want them to be seen as such especially by his own self. He is terrified of Lan Wangji seeing this as either a cruel joke or Lan Wangji not feeling the same. He wants it to be reciprocated and always has.

And within the extras we see the blatant proof, while he may not understand he was in the midst of a crush, given he was fifteen and once more, he have Jiang Cheng being nasty, he much exhibited his fixation upon Lan Wangji by mentioning him within Lotus Pier and being happy to discuss him with Jiang Yanli without the excuse of wanting to just mess around with him.

Jiang Yanli sat down between them. “Who are you two talking about?” she asked. “A friend you made at Gusu?”

"Yeah!” Wei Wuxian answered happily.

"You have the cheek to call yourself his ‘friend’?” Jiang Cheng said. “Ask Lan Wangji about that, see if he’s willing to accept you as one.”

"Screw off. If he doesn’t, I’ll just pester him—we’ll see if he caves.” Turning to Jiang Yanli, Wei Wuxian asked, “Shijie, do you know Lan Wangji?”

Yes,” Jiang Yanli said. “He’s the second young master of the Lan Clan, the one everyone says is very handsome and capable, right? Is he really very handsome?”

"Very!” Wei Wuxian gushed.

"Compared to you?” Jiang Yanli probed.

Wei Wuxian thought for a moment. “Perhaps just a tiny bit more handsome than me.”

He held two of his fingers a tiny distance apart to demonstrate. As Jiang Yanli collected the plates, she smiled.

"Then he must be really very handsome. It’s a good thing to make new friends. You guys can drop in on each other to have some fun in the future, when you have nothing to do.”

For the very next extra to make good on this, almost 20 years later and Wei Wuxian to admit he had always wanted Lan Wangji's attentions romantically and poking at Lan Wangji seemingly not sharing that interest, that was dispelled as soon as both were able to out their shared romantic love.

He turned his head and said to Lan Wangji, “When I was at the Cloud Recesses way back then, I kept urging you to come visit Lotus Pier. I especially wanted you to come with me to steal lotus seed pods from him. Do you know why?”

When it came to Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji always answered every one of his questions and acquiesced to all his requests. And so, he answered him seriously, “I do not know. Why?”

Wei Wuxian winked at him and snickered. “Because that old man sure was something whenever he hit people with his boat-pole. It hurt way more than your family’s disciplinary ferule. I thought I just had to trick Lan Zhan into coming here and let him take a few beatings too.”

Lan Wangji smiled slightly at this. The cold glow of the moonlight on the lake melted at the sight.

In that instant, Wei Wuxian felt dizzy. A smile also unconsciously rippled its way onto his face.

"All right, I admit—” he began.

Amid smiles and laughter, they grabbed hold of each other and embraced in the water before exchanging a kiss.

After their lips parted, Wei Wuxian raised his hand and continued their earlier topic of conversation. “I admit it, I was talking nonsense. I just wanted to hang out with you back then.”

Lan Wangji lifted him from behind, and Wei Wuxian clambered back onto the boat. He looked back and held out a hand to grab Lan Wangji.

“So tell me honestly, Lan Zhan.”

Lan Wangji got on the boat and handed him a red cord. “Of what?”

Wei Wuxian held the red cord with his mouth as he pulled back his hair, which had come loose in the water. “Tell me if you felt the same way,” he said solemnly. “You know, your callous rejection of me every single time I asked really made me lose face

back then.”

"You can try and see if I would deny you anything now,” Lan Wangji said.

The unexpected statement hit him right in the heart. Wei Wuxian choked for a moment, but Lan Wangji was still as composed as ever, like he didn’t fully grasp the weight of what he had just said.

Pressing his palm to his forehead, Wei Wuxian said, “You… Hanguang-jun, let’s agree that you’ll give me a heads-up before you say sweet nothings in the future. Otherwise, I won’t be able to take it.”

Lan Wangji nodded. “All right.”

"Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian said, “Oh, you…!”

Of all the millions of possible words, there was nothing left to say. There was only laughter and hugs.

As for Jiang Cheng, yes he is jealous, yes he is a homophobe, no there is no mixed signals from Wei Wuxian to anyone other than Lan Wangi. Me, unlike you, understand what logical comprehension is and can read what MXTX meant for her CP. Have fun with your salty Jiang Cheng/Chengxian fic ideas though, save that energy for that instead of bugging me.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lol chengxian #lol salty people at mxtx #be mad at your own stupidity and not understanding basic literature concepts and rationality

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year

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HEY CLOUD HELLO °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° i hope you're having a good night!! (or day, or evening, or morning i really don't know. whatever it is i hope it's absolutely bangin)

i'm having a bit of a moment right now. may i please request some fluffy/romantic atsushi headcanons if that's alright? i just. i love him so very much 🤧💜 if not that's okay though no pressure! keep doing you and writing your amazing stuff okay?? <3

hi dia!! i’m sorry i didn’t get to this sooner!! i’m so happy to see you in my inbox though, it makes me rlly happy! anyways, yes ofc you can have some headcanons! the atsushi brainrot is real…

Romantic/Fluffy Headcanons; Atsushi Nakajima

Possible warnings: Tooth rotting fluff!

First off, Atsushi would be the best boyfriend. He’d always make sure that you were taking care of yourself, and he’d make sure that you were happy at all times.

Sometimes if he came back home from the agency late and you were already sleeping, he’d curl up right next to you. He’d then tell you that he was sorry for running late, despite you being asleep next to him.

Speaking of cuddling, he’d love it! Considering that he didn’t receive a lot of affection while growing up, cuddling with you would make up for some lost time. At first he was awkward about it, but once he got used to it he’d never leave your side while in private.

Once he gets more control over his ability, he’d totally let you sleep on him while he was a tiger. He got some ability training and you go your own personal fluffy pillow. It’s a win-win situation!

If he ever had to get up and leave early for work, he’d leave you small sticky notes on the fridge telling you that he left early and that he loves you. More often than not they’d come off more romantic than he had intended, and you absolutely loved them.

When it comes to pda, I don’t think that he’d like a lot. He would love to hold hands with you, or even interlace your pinkies together. He’d also be fine with hugs or kisses on the cheek, but he’d become very flustered if you kissed him on the lips. His face would become the equivalent to a tomato.

I think that sometimes he’d cook for the younger kids of the orphanage, so cooking would bring him a little bit of peace. If you happened to enjoy cooking as well, then he’d be over the moon. It would become a small little activity that the two of you would do together. He isn’t all that experienced with high quality ingredients though, so you’d have to help him get used to them.

If you ever got him a ring of any sort he’d save up to get a necklace and put the ring through it. Then he would be able to wear the ring at all times without worrying about it falling off while on the job.

If you ever fell asleep at your desk he wouldn’t wake you up. He’d either do one of two things. One being that he’d let you continue to sleep and the other being that he’d try to carry you to a nearby couch or bed.

I think that sometimes he struggles to fall asleep without sound, so you’d play some music that the both of you enjoy to fall asleep.

Atsushi more often than not calls just randomly lounging around with you dates. He thinks that as long as he’s with you it could be considered a date. He isn’t entirely wrong, no not at all, but it’s just a very cute little thing that he does.

When the two of you go on proper dates, expect him to take you to a boardwalk or just walking aimlessly around Yokohama. Sometimes you’d force him to go clothing shopping because his wardrobe his very limited, but he’d always try to turn it around and try to buy you things instead. The gesture is sweet but you’d much rather spoil him sometimes.

The first date that you went on, he attempted to pull out all of the stops. He arrived at your front door with a bouquet of roses, he made sure he looked cleaned up, and he took you to a very fancy restaurant that you were sure that consumed this weeks paycheck. You had to tell him that he didn’t have to do all of these things, but yet he insisted on doing so because he thought that you deserve the world. That moment then reminded you why you fell in love with him.

If you ever enter the agency’s office with his lunch, he’d be so happy. In fact he’d fall in love with you all over again. To him this is a way that you show that you care for him, and he absolutely loves it. Though, once you start to tell him to be less forgetful about his food he’d immediately flush and start stuttering.

Your first kiss was so special to him. In fact, I don’t doubt that it was his very first kiss ever, so the fact that it was you kissing him made it absolutely magical.

Sometimes when he speaks his words come out more romantic than he intended, and he would become bashful. You thought that it was absolutely adorable.

Atsushi would be the best boyfriend out there. <3

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #atsushi x reader #atsushi headcanons #atsushi bsd #atsushi x you

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 9 months

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Just the phatomfive and McMillan with an S/O who likes to hug them a lot ^^ I think they all deserve to be happy

yessss, I think so too!!

also this is the first time I've written McMillan, I hope I did ok! such a lil cutie <3

Oi, that’s just as well by him! There’s nothing wrong at all with getting hugs from someone he really loves. The first couple of times he might flinch a bit because of things from his past, but he gets used to it pretty quickly. After the first three or so times they hug him, he’s hugging back eagerly, giving them a brief squeeze or a longer embrace based on what they seem to want in the moment. He’s very grateful for the reminder that pleasant touches exist, and he just sort of blossoms in regard to touch once his S/O starts hugging him more often. And, well, if he happens to sneak a kiss or two during those hugs…

W-well… if that’s what they want to do, can he really complain…? He doesn’t really mind it, after all. He’s almost touch starved, actually, so he rather likes all the affection they lavish on him. It’s just that because he’s not used to it, one can tell he isn’t used to it. He’s awkward, he blushes a lot when his S/O hugs him, and more than once he’s buried his face in their neck during a hug while muttering that they’re too good to him. Still, he does hug them back! He loves being close to them. It just may take him a bit to truly settle into it all. He’s got a tendency to nuzzle their cheek during hugs, too.

They can’t… they can’t be so close to him in public like that, goodness!! Surely everyone is looking at the two of them, right? It flusters him so badly, as does any gesture of physical affection. If his S/O has been with him for a while and knows him well by this point, they won’t be surprised that it takes him a while to become a more comfortable. The good thing is that he’s much less uptight about it in private, so he’s more likely to return (and indeed, extend) hugs when the two of them are alone. He adores when they want to hug him for a long time… because that’s basically cuddling, and being close to them is a comfort to him. Sometimes during hugs he even lays his head on their chest and falls asleep to their heartbeat.

O-oh, goodness, goodness, aaaaah—! They’re so sweet… so adorable… he can’t take it!! Honestly, he loves it so, so very much. This is the kind of thing that makes him feel happy and wanted, particularly if his S/O likes to hug him for a while rather than just in short bursts. If they’re talking to someone, he feels secure and, for lack of a better term, ‘shown off’ when they have their arm around his waist and let him snuggle in against them. If they’re hugging him, he’s smiling; and indeed, all it takes to cheer him up is a hug from them. It’s as though he’s physically incapable of being sad when his sweetheart is embracing him. He feels so safe, he could live inside their hugs forever…

W-well, if… if that’s what they want to do, he won’t complain! Certainly, he’s of the opinion that there’s no such thing as too many hugs… more from his darling is never a bad thing. He hugs back with perfect readiness every single time, never missing a beat nor passing up an opportunity for hugs from his S/O. (Don’t tell any of his friends, but hugs from his S/O are his favorite kind of hugs.) He’s one of those people who will lightly rub their back during a hug, regardless of whether or not they’re sad/in need of comfort. And he adores it if they play with his hair during a hug. Aah, there aren’t many things which could make these hugs better!

Vaaaaah, yes, he loves it when they hug him!! Although… for them to hug him… they’d have to find a moment where he isn’t the one hugging them! Can they manage to do that? If there’s one thing he likes, it’s hugs. Some of his friends roll their eyes if they see him coming because they know they’ll usually be greeted with a hug. So he’s often the one initiating; and sometimes he gets insecure because he’s worried that trait is kind of annoying. With his S/O, however, someone who likes to give him hugs rather than just reciprocate, that anxiety is nonexistent! He can just hug them and be hugged without any cares in the world. And it goes without saying that he definitely sneaks in as many kisses as he can, too!

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Cheslock #Clayton #Edward #Joanne #McMillan #Soma #reaction #romantic #fluff #YESSSSSS GOOD BOYS!!! THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD THEY DESERVE HAPPINESS #one hell of a queue

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iridescentmyths · 11 months

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*crawls into your inbox like a wild animal*

i’m obsessed with all variations of the eula/jean/lisa love triangle (?) but all three of them being in a relationship with each other just sounds like such an interesting concept… i think (at least initially) there would be a lot of unspoken tension between eula and lisa due to their respective relationships with jean (lisa seems to be much closer to jean on an intimate level and spends more time with her, while eula doesn’t see jean nearly as often but does understand her in a very unique way i think). the three of them are not always the best at directly addressing their feelings, but i do think they’d be genuinely caring and supportive of each other. during their tea breaks, i think lisa would tell them about all of the drama going on throughout the city, since she knows that neither of them really have the time or opportunity to pay attention to those types of things on a daily basis. i also think that lisa and eula would always be the ones to serve tea and cook because they know how much stuff jean already has to deal with. all three of them are very emotionally repressed but in different ways, but they also do nice things for each other that really shows how they care…

i don’t even know how to articulate any of this properly, i’m just so obsessed,,,,,,

Absolutely agree with all that!

In terms of the way I draw them, this is meant to sort of explore what sort of relationships they’d have before the current timeline in the game. This is set a few years before jean became grandmaster, Eula being captain and lisa even being librarian at the KoF.

The general “plot line” here is that Lisa has just graduated the akademiya and came back home as a burnt out graduate and seeing her reputation in Sumeru, Varka immediately wanted to set a good impression so he offers her a job at the KoF and sends Jean to welcome her in (even tho she and Eula aren’t even knights yet, they’re trainees).

Jean is infatuated and lisa is charmed but lisa doesn’t pay this crush much attention until she wanders around the training grounds and sees how sexually charged her “spars” with Eula are. She decides that she’s gonna get those two emotionally repressed knights and make this happen.

Eujean have a history together dating back when they were kids but they’d rather avoid it. At some point, they’ll have to be separated as partners and they’d eventually lose touch, Lisa would become much closer to Jean than Eula currently is and it’ll be mostly a series of awkward moments until they decide to make this work for all of them.

Plus, Lisa likes to tease them both way too much, she finds flustering jean and teasing Eula amusing.

#genshin impact #jean gunnhildr #eula lawrence #lisa minci #eujeanlisa #Lisa came to mondstadt and forced them to speak #Lisa gossiping over tea so true #Eula is rarely in mondstadt so they always celebrate when she comes back #Gunnhildr (derogatory)#ask

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bastetwastaken · 1 year

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29. „Are you…trying to flirt with me?” for puzzleshipping. Something silly and funny :)

Oh silly and funny, my brand.

Here's a little AU type thing, Yugi and Atem have been friends for a long time, they're close but Yugi wishes they were closer. Lucky for him, so does Atem.

You know the drill, there's so much fluff and stupid romantic bullshit in this bad boy.

Thanks friend, I hope you have a wonderful day <3

They’d been friends for what felt like an eternity, they knew each other so well. He knew how Atem was feeling just from his body language, and could tell what he was thinking from a look.

Atem could do the same with him, it was like they were two halves of one person sometimes. One was very rarely seen without the other and they knew everything about each other.

However, there was one thing Atem didn’t know about Yugi, and that was that he was hopelessly in love with him.

He’d realised this exactly four months ago to the day and he still had to find a way to tell his best friend what he was feeling…but that would change today. He was sure of it.

It had taken him a while to talk himself around to doing this, but now he was finally ready. He would take Atem to the arcade, somewhere they always went together, then they’d go for food and drinks and hopefully that would be the time when Yugi would spill his feelings and just pray it didn’t make things awkward between them.

Yugi knew Atem had boyfriends in the past so that wasn’t what was holding him back…no, he was holding back because he was scared Atem wouldn’t feel the same and it would ruin the close friendship they had.

But he had to say something.

It was eating him up inside to keep his feelings secret and the reward, in his mind, far outweighed the risks.

He always took pride in his appearance, but today he wanted to go just that little bit further. He’d picked out his nicest clothes, done his hair a different way and applied his makeup with extra care and now he was on his way to the arcade.

He had no idea what to expect from today, but he was trying to keep himself calm even though he could feel his heart pounding with every step he took toward where he was meeting Atem.

When he turned the corner he felt a smile creep onto his face, he saw Atem standing outside the door to the arcade and he looked amazing, just as he always did.

Yugi took a breath as he walked up to him, reminding himself to stay calm and not get ahead of things. Atem looked great, but that didn’t mean he’d made an effort just for him. Atem always wore nice things, his hair was always perfect.

Atem spotted him and waved happily, a smile on his face and Yugi felt his heart skip a beat. Oh he could feel himself getting flustered already, it was going to be a long day.

He couldn’t believe that Atem could make a messy bun look so good but he always did. Atem had a way of looking like he wasn’t making much effort but really he put a lot of time into getting ready, he just carried it off so effortlessly.

“Hi.” He said happily once he was close enough.

"Yugi!” Atem said, reaching out and pulling him into a quick hug. Yugi had learned early on in their friendship that Atem was a very physical person, and he really didn’t mind that at all.

These moments gave him an opportunity to be close to Atem, to hold him closer and just enjoy the closeness for a while. Atem stepped back and looked him slowly up and down.

"You look nice, I wish I'd made more of an effort." Atem said, gesturing to himself awkwardly.

He blushed at the words and the way Atem looked at him.

"Um, you look perfect as you are." Yugi told him. Atem laughed quietly.

“Thank you.”

“Anyway.” He said awkwardly. “Shall we?” He gestured to the arcade and Atem nodded.

“I’ve been looking forward to today.” Atem told him as they walked through the games, looking for the one they always played first.

“Really?” He tried to keep the surprise out of his voice but he might not have been successful judging by Atems' amused smirk.

“Of course.” Atem leaned closer and bumped his arm against Yugis. “We hardly get to spend time together…you know, just you and me…”

He glanced at Atem curiously. He was acting differently today, something about him felt off but he didn’t know what that was exactly. Maybe Atem felt awkward with it just being them.

Atem was right, they never really spent much time together alone, they’d usually be out with their other friends but today was just them. Yugi made sure of it.

“I’ve been looking forward to it too.” He said, stopping at the game they both loved most.

Atem smiled shyly at him then sat down at the console, waiting for Yugi to sit next to him. Atem felt so different to be around today, he always carried himself confidently, but today there was a hesitation in his actions, just a little uncertainty in the way he looked at him.

They played through the first and second games without speaking much other than to insult each other playfully as usual. In the third game to decide a winner Atem moved closer to him on the bench, his thigh pressed to Yugis as he leaned into him.

“I thought you were above playing dirty.” He scoffed, shoving Atem playfully.

“Oh, you’d know if I was playing dirty.” Atem told him. “I’d be sitting in your lap by now.”

Those words were ones which he really didn’t need to hear right now. His head was already spinning from having Atem so damn close to him, he didn’t need that mental image too.

He lost and Atem laughed as he leaned against him again.

“I hate you.” Yugi said, but his voice held no malice.

“I love you too.” Atem said casually, laughing again when Yugi pouted and looked away from him.

A hand against his cheek was not what he expected and he jumped at the contact, but Atem pulled him gently to turn back to face him and oh god they were so close together.

Yugi didn’t think he breathed for a full minute as he looked back into Atems eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Atem said, his words a little breathless.

“It’s okay.” He said quietly.

Atems hand slid down to his jaw then his fingers trailed lightly over his neck as he moved away and Yugi was back to not being able to function. He had no idea what had just happened, but Atem was moving away from him, standing up and waiting for him to do the same.

He managed to walk to the next game without falling over, which was a surprise with how weak his legs felt right now.

They spent an hour playing games together and Atem never got as close to him as he did on the first game again… he was a little disappointed but also glad in a way because at least it meant he could keep his thoughts somewhat on track.

They decided to go for drinks before food at the bar in the arcade. Yugi waited at a table for Atem who insisted on buying their drinks first, promising Yugi could get the next ones.

When Atem returned to the table he surprised Yugi by sliding into the booth next to him instead of sitting on the opposite side of the table.

“Sorry, we don’t have to shout over the music this way.” Atem said by way of explanation.

“It’s okay.” He said, sipping his drink quickly.

“You’ve done your makeup differently today.” Atem said after a moment.

“Oh…yeah.” He smiled at him, trying to ignore how Atem was sitting close enough to him that their legs were pressed together again. “I wanted to try something different.”

“It suits you.” Atem said. “Although, you always look amazing to me.”

Yugi stared back at him blankly for a moment, his brain trying to catch up with what Atem had just said.

“Um, thanks.” He said. “That means a lot from someone who looks good in whatever he wears.”

Atem laughed and looked away from him shyly.

“I’m glad you think so.” Atem said as he looked back at him. “Your hair too…” Atem paused and reached out to him, brushing a piece of hair away from his face, soft fingers brushing his cheek and making him blush. “You… look really nice.”

Atem pulled his hand back quickly as if he’d just realised what he was doing and dropped it into his lap to join his other.

Yugi couldn’t help but think Atems actions had some deeper meaning. He was a very tactile person, true, but he’d never touched Yugi in this way. He hadn’t ever leaned against him so much, sat so close…

His brain supplied him with the conclusion that what Atem was doing was very similar to how people acted when they were interested in someone romantically and he tried to brush away the thought but then he realised that he was right.

Maybe…

He looked at Atem who seemed uncharacteristically nervous and he smiled.

"Are you…trying to flirt with me?" He asked.

"Um…" Atem looked down at the table then back at him, a shy smile on his face. "Well…yeah?"

"Oh."

"If you don't want me to, then just say.” Atem said quickly. “I just…you look so nice and well- you always look nice, obviously, but today you’re more…you and,” He sighed. “I’m fucking this up aren’t I?”

Yugi had been staring at Atem in silence through his rambling, having no idea what to say or if he should say anything at all but now he laughed quietly and shook his head.

“You’re not fucking anything up.” He said, smiling at Atem as he reached out to place his hands over Atems and stop him fussing with the rings on his fingers. “You’re doing great.”

“You’re too kind.” Atem sighed. “Okay, I’m trying to tell you that I like you as more than a friend and I’m really hoping you feel the same way but if you don’t then that’s totally okay, obviously-”

Yugi moved forward, pressing his lips to Atems before he even realised that he was thinking of kissing him. It seemed like a really good way of shutting him up and stopping him rambling, and he was right.

Atem froze for a moment and he considered pulling back, that maybe he’d gone in a little strong and he should have just spoken to Atem instead of acting on his feelings but it was too late now.

He was about to move away, but then Atem relaxed against him, returning the kiss lightly, hesitantly, and he could no longer think properly.

They could have been kissing for a minute or an hour, he wasn’t really sure, but when Atem moved away he knew that he wanted more.

“I’m hoping that wasn’t just a friendly kiss.” Atem said softly, his hands gripping Yugi's tightly.

He laughed, shaking his head and looking down at their joined hands.

“I don’t kiss any of my friends.” He said, looking back at Atem who was smiling softly at him.

“So that was…”

“I feel the same.” He said. “I’ve actually spent the whole day trying to work out how to tell you.”

“Well now I wish I’d waited for you to say something.” Atem laughed, then he moved closer, resting his head against Yugi’s shoulder and relaxing against him.

He smiled as he moved his arms to hold Atem, allowing himself to lean into him more than he usually would and hold him properly.

#puzzleshipping #atem #yugi mutou #ygo #ygo dm #fanfic #fanfiction #stupidly cliche romantic bullsht

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bunathebunny · 1 year

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Height

though mhy has never disclosed heights, i hc xiao as being short and 150 cm is the perfect height of a short person

zhongli is a fucking beansprouts and i love him for it and yeah 175 cm because that’s the normal height of a tall person

Age

eh mhy is very wishy washy when it comes to age so who knows but what we do know is that xiao was there when guizhong died so he would be 3.7k+ years old

zhongli is something about 6k+ so yeah old man UwU

as much as i like the idea of the rest of the adepti staring at zhongli as he courts xiao cradle-robber they’d say, i think that it’s not like they put much in age differences and such because they’re pretty long-lived in general

Gender & Sexuality

most of the time i write them as trans but like the ??? means that they are whatever gender and sexuality is the funniest at that moment

also because zhongli is “what do you mean i have to choose one gender??” while xiao is “wtf is a gender?” but like politer

Horny level

xiao i think is the kind that has a normal libido but if no one reminds him he just forgets about it

there’s also xiao and his complicated relationship with sex in general

zhongli has a normal libido but he’s not as repressed as xiao but rather has a healthy relationship with sex in general

Awkwardness level

xiao is super awkward due to a) his introverted nature and b) the fact that he has gotten all rusty because he no longer has anyone to interact with on a daily - or near daily - basis

zhongli is very sauve and good with people like he is introvert but has the marking of an extrovert in that he likes being surrounded by people - more like he likes that there are people around him

Jealousy level

xiao doesn’t have a high jealousy level because he has a poor self-esteem already so he wouldn’t be jealous but would probably has it in his head that one day zhongli would leave him when he’s not amusing or interesting anymore

zhongli is sometimes jealous of other people who can get close to xiao because he wasn’t able to when he was the archon of liyue and xiao’s liege lord to boot

and now he’s just zhongli and it’s like the doors are opened now he can love and be loved and not weighed down by his duties

Big spoon vs Little spoon

zhongli is a big spoon because xiao is very small and a perfect armful

also because zhongli kinda likes the idea of shielding him while he rest (he’s a shielder in-game and perfect for xiao)

xiao is a little spoon because he can’t deny zhongli anything even though he would love to be the big spoon

but also because he’s not very straightforward when it comes to his desires but being held is very nice and he likes it - and thinks that he likes it a bit too much

Lending & Borrowing clothes

xiao has exactly one set of clothes that still survives until today so no lending anyone anything

zhongli has clothes, a lot of them and he would love dressing xiao up and he does and takes great joy in dressing xiao in all the pretty clothes he would not let himself wear

Pet names

zhongli has a list of pet names and he loves to use it and uses it very liberately and he especially likes it when xiao is flustered by them

xiao wouldn’t dare to use a pet name to call zhongli even if zhongli probably would love it but xiao would wilt like a sad like plant that hasn’t seen the sun for months if he ever utters something like a pet name

Introvert vs Extrovert

they are both introverts tbh even if zhongli is very close to inching toward the extrovert territory

it’s just that zhongli likes the company of others and very used to it like listening to them speak while xiao is more used to being alone and also loneliness

Words vs Actions

they both prove their affections through their actions because they’re both in the “affections speak louder than words” camp

zhongli, however, has a love for pet names so yeah a lot of affectionate words

also because he likes it because xiao is always caught off guarded and blushes very pretty

sadistic pleasure or something about making xiao so flustered he wants to cry

Confession

xiao would just repressed and take it to his grave if he could

he has a very low self-esteem and thinks that zhongli deserves better than him

zhongli on the other he would realize it very soon but does not wish to push xiao into having to accept and return his feelings

zhongli is very conscious of the power imbalance between xiao and him

Dealing with bugs

zhongli prbably wouldn’t be grossed out by bugs unless they are squirmy things and i can name a few of those and think he would be grossed out by them

xiao normally wouldn’t try to hurt insects or living things in general but he puts zhongli’s well-being on the top of his list so it’s either instantly removed or instantly squashed

Driving

teyvat doesn’t have cars but the closest they have would be hm horses or carriages

since both of them are archon war veterans i think both of them can ride horses

but for carriages i think xiao would be the one who drives it like as if he would let zhongli does it

if zhongli insists then he would but he would be asking if it’s ok and gets very red

Cooking

xiao cannot cook and i subscribe to this hc

the only way for him to cook is to give him an extremely detailed instructions on how to cook but unless it’s really simple dishes, he would screw up

zhongli knows how to cook and takes pleasure from cooking and caring for xiao but his cooking is very long and tedious and xiao doesn’t like long waiting time and such but he never says a word because zhongli looks very happy when he cooks and when he tries to feed xiao

Public display of affections

xiao isn’t a big fan of pda but zhongli is and he takes every chance to heap love on xiao

xiao doesn’t like airing his love affairs out in the open but zhongli is happy so he’s fine with it

zhongli knows it and does try to tone it down a bit but still very much pda

Protectiveness

zhongli is pretty chill tbh because he knows xiao’s limit though he does try to look after him from afar, just in case

xiao on the other hand, knows zhongli can take care of himself but he also has been zhongli’s general for centuries so he’s very worried about zhongli’s well-being in general and would be fussing over zhongli all the time if he could

of course fussing over the small stuffs because zhongli is very much a cuckoolander

Relationship experiences

zhongli has exes and most of them are dead

xiao, on the other hand, doesn’t have exes because his work keeps him too busy to date

the closest thing he had to a romantic partner is the thing he had with his friends

#zhongxiao #i love them a normal amount #tbh i was starving when i wrote this #so my grasp on their characters is a bit shaky

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highlifeboat · 2 years

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First kiss headcanons? (Fandom? All of the ones you got. There is no shame here, your AUs are fun and interesting)

OOOOOH--Fuun. I'll try not to ramble lmao. (I’m assuming you mean like couple first kisses, and not individual characters. THAT SAID, I’d be happy to make first kiss headcanons for the individual characters/OCs as well! :3)

First Kiss Headcanons For–

Mia and Zoe:

Was, in fact, a drunk/impulsive kiss.

Both had been pining for a while beforehand, Mia had just kind of accepted everyone thinking she was dead (and wasn’t particularly in good spirits about it. Hens the drinking), and Zoe was being her shoulder to cry on (and also drinking).

Zoe made the first move, though she still isn’t entirely sure why she chose that, of all times. (She blames the booze for giving her confidence to do it)

It didn’t seem to matter because Mia barely hesitated to kiss her again.

Zoe holds no regrets, though she does wish she picked better timing. C’est la vie, it started a great relationship either way.

Mia and Alcina (Miacina-centric AU):

For Mia, it was honestly a little terrifying.

They’d been having lunch together, Alcina was talking about something her daughters had done, and Mia just could not stop staring at her.

Again, Mia had been PINING for this woman for a while, but couldn’t tell if Alcina liked her at all.

Alcina did, very much, but she never showed she cared for Mia beyond a friendship, for fear it might drive her off. As at the time, Alcina only knew Mia had once had a husband, assumed she was straight, and did her best to put those romantic feelings aside.

Eventually Mia had to interrupt her, and went on this whole “Hey, I think you’re really smart and pretty and stuff.” tangent that basically came down to “I like you a lot, do you want to be girlfriends?”

There was this moment of pause, but Alcina was obviously like “Of course.” And picked her up.

She was gonna give Mia a kiss on the cheek, but Mia was a step ahead and just grabbed her by the face and gave her a big smooch on the mouth.

Alcina didn’t complain, though it did make her blush like a dang tomato.

Daniela and Max:

It was after one of their longer fuck sessions, they were sharing a cigarette and just sort of talking shit as they came down.

Up until this point, Max had been shoving a lot of his feelings for Daniela aside, just kind of waiting for her to get bored and find another person to latch on to, even though he did really like her.

He still isn’t totally sure what it was about that particular time. If it was just the mood in the room, or the way Daniela’s face was lit up by the candles, or how she kept smiling at him with this bright look in her eyes, or what. But something had pushed him into kissing her.

Now, mind you, it wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before, but it was usually strictly a sex thing. This one felt a lot more meaningful, with no lustful push behind it.

And it made sparks FLY for Daniela when Max pulled her into the kiss.

Max’s heart was going a mile a minute, and Daniela was just… love struck and purring when they eventually had to break.

Nothing was said, but they made themselves comfortable all wrapped up in each other’s arms.

This also led to the first time they actually cuddled/Max spending the night in Daniela’s room, and one of the first times Daniela saw Max get flustered/express some actual emotions.

The confession of feelings still wouldn’t come for a little while, but it did make their relationship little softer/less sex-based.

Bela and Elena:

Bela had to hype herself up for it, even though the two had been dating for a few weeks. She was just nervous.

They’d been snuggling on the couch, as they often do. Bela had her head tucked under Elena’s chin while they read.

Elena gave her a kiss on the head out of nowhere, as she does, and Bela, as awkward as ever, just kinda took it as an opportunity to give Elena a kiss on the lips.

Was it deep and passionate? God no, it was actually a very quick kiss. But it didn’t stop the two of them from blushing about it.

Elena gave her one back, and they giggled about it like teenagers before going back to their book with equally content smiles on their faces.

Cassandra and Melony:

Like Bela and Elena, these two didn’t really have a first kiss until after they started dating.

There isn’t really much to it, honestly. One time Cassandra picked Melony up and spun her around and just… impulsively kissed her while she was a giggly mess in the middle of the hallway.

In front of like… four or five other maids.

Melony got extremely embarrassed, and proceeded to hide her face in Cassandra’s shoulder to hide how red she got.

Cassandra would later admit to Melony that she was also embarrassed because she hadn’t realized others were around when she did it. She’s just better at playing shit off than Melony is.

It later became a habit of hers to pick Melony up, spin her around, and give her a big ol smooch (or multiple little face kisses), whether in private or in front of people.

Ethan and Clancy (A ship I never discuss, but do think about)(Main AU?):

Without a bunch of precursor stuff, just know they’re dating post-Dulvey and post-Ethan and Mia divorce, living together under protection.

Ethan made the move while Clancy was rambling on about what movie choices they had for the night.

It was more an attempt to get this man to stop talking and just pick a dang movie alright, because Ethan didn’t have a preference for any of them.

In his defense, it DID get Clancy to shut up. For about a minute.

The grin he had on his face the whole time after it, though, made up for the fact it took him another 10 minutes to pick between “The Thing” and “Rosemary’s Baby” while Ethan ate half the snacks.

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gyroshrike · 2 years

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for send me a character and i'll tell you meme: hmmmmmmmmm -eyes recent reblogs of a certain bronze troll-....terezi! -runs away trollishly laughing-

For the “Send me a character and I’ll tell you…” ask game

Tavros

JOKES ON YOU. SOMEONE ALREADY SENT TEREZI, SO I GUESS YOU’RE STUCK WITH THE BRONZE TROLL. WE DOIN’ TAV, BABEYYYY

My NOTP for them - Flushed Tavrisk! Flushed Tavrisk! FLUSHED TAVRISK! I have honestly never had an stronger notp than this one right here (not including ships that squick me out of course). You know it’s this singular ship that’s keeping me from reading The Serendipity Gospels? I want to read it SO BAD! BUT I CANNOT GET MYSELF TO DO IT. I CANNOT.

My BROTP for them - This might go Nepeta and Tavros. I LOVE those two. They didn’t talk much, but Nepeta was very nice to Tavros and I don’t think that was an off shoot thing. (A pattern I have noticed on how I judge characters a lot is How Nice They Were to Tavros.)

I’m always a huge sucker for characters who love animals and THEY BOTH LOVE ANIMALS. They’re two big sweetie hearts that love animals and playing games and silly artsy-fartsy stuff. Tavros would probably think the fact that Nepeta draws is super cool. They would never make each other feel embarrassed or criticized for any of their interests or idiosyncrasies.

Tavros roleplays with her, even if he’s awkward at it, without any comments or other jabs about it. He expresses genuine disappointment when she can’t be on the red team with him, but he’s also kind and understanding about it.

My OTP for them - Looks up from where I'm buried under a pile of pbj sandwiches. Don't mess with me, flushed Gamzee♥️Tavros is my Homestuck otp of otps.

My second choice pairing for them - Hmm, this might be pitch Equius♠️Tavros, but I'm going to save that one for another answer. So, this one will probably go to DaveTav. I enjoy both pitch and pale, but I think I like pale Dave♦️Tavros better. The idea of Tavros and Dave each thinking the other is the Coolest person, while simultaneously trying to play off that they're cool, is just an absolute favorite of mine.

Imagine if Dave secretly loves and admires that Tavros is wholeheartedly passionate about things, even 'nerdy' or 'cringey' things by Dave’s definition. He is sometimes a little envious that Tavros can just just... not care about irony or pretending something that is cool is uncool because it being uncool makes it cool yadda yadda. He feels like Tavros is so genuine (it’s kind of the same reason why he’s drawn to John).

Then Tavros canonly went on about just how ridiculously cool he thinks Dave is. And I feel like we never get to see Tavros get that hyped up about another person? Aradia said he’d wanted to meet Dave so bad. It’s just insanely cute how much Tavros values Dave, even though all he silly trolling they’ve done to each other, Tavros adores hanging out with Dave? And they really enjoy rapping to together? It’s cute as fuck, man.

Then the two of them both realizing the other has low self-esteem? But I feel like their doubts they have in themselves are different enough that they won’t feed into each other. Dave would have the bravado Tavros needs to shrug off hurtful comments and Tavros is soft and genuine in an unironic way that he would give the kind of reassurance that Dave really thrive under.

Moirails really help each other grow and it’s interesting watching how Tavros wants to rise up and meet Dave’s challenge. He doesn’t seem hurt or scared by the words or teasing Dave does. Flustered and nervous in the moment for sure! But it Tavros goes out of his way to prepare for his conversations with Dave. He’s dedicated to figuring out how to best interact with him (even if most of his motivations are to troll.) But Tavros reaches out to both Rose and Aradia to try and facilitate interactions with Dave.

Dave makes Tavros want to show off his ability as a peer, not as a hero or savior like he wanted to do for Jade.

All this is kind of why I think they’d be great in most quadrants, flushed, pitch, or pale.

My fluffy pairing for them - Not exactly a pairing, but I love how Kanaya seemed to be someone who really stood up for and looked out for Tavros, even so much to harass Vriska, her crush, into being nice to him. Kanaya was the one who told Tavros to name his self-confidence and to not hurt "his" feelings. ;0; I'm really into humanstuck AU's where the Maryam family is really close to the Nitram family. Pesterquest also solidified this with the role Kanaya played in Tavros' route. In my AU, Kanaya's family reached out and helped Tavros' family financially after Tavros' accident.

My angsty pairing for them - Angsty pairing? Oh, hmmmm... I suppose post canon things (no epilogues or hs2) with Gamzee and Gctavrosprite tend to make me very sad. :( Definitely a very angsty iteration of the ship. It has to be done very particularly for me to like it. I also suppose anything that includes Gamzee meeting either dead Tavros or any other timeline Tavros in bubble fucks me uuuuup. Can you imagine Gamzee meeting a Tavros from a timeline where he and Tavros had been matesprits?

Oh! There's also that fan theory that the horrorterrors are eons old, long mutated Gamzee's, and I make myself sad over the idea of a horrorterror meeting Tavros who doesn't really have any memories of being a troll left, but knows instinctively upon seeing Tavros that Tavros was something important. And it's just this massive monster entity that Tavros can hear the dark whispers of like "whoareyouwhowareyouwhoareyou don'tremembercan'tremember buthappyhappytoseeyouseeyouseeyouseeyou"

Now for the last two questions, I'm going to rearrange them because my weirdest ship for them kind of feeds into my favorite polyship for them.

My weirdest pairing for them - I suppose EquiTav isn't THAT weird of a ship, but it felt weird to me for a long while because I just couldn't wrap my head around the possibly of it. But recently, I've really sat down and thought about it. It started with the idea of pitch Gamzee♠️Equius. And I love that ship, but sometimes I get all sad over thinking about Gamzee hating, being annoyed with, or being mean back to Equius.

Then I realized... actually, I could see Tavros getting really annoyed with Equius and the things he does and says. Equius has a bigoted view of the hemospectrum, so check, that's going to be obnoxious. And Tavros does in most cases try to stand up for himself when he's being pushed around (Vriska just doesn't listen and is better at shutting him down.) But I think Equius would be a bit quicker to back down when challenged in a way that would put him and Tavros on a bit more equal footing. (We already know that Equius likes being order around by lowbloods because of the social inappropriateness of it. Also, Equius is stubborn, but he's not... a bully. He's also not violent or dangerous to other trolls that we see.

And something about pitch rivalry is the push to make the other reach their potential. Equius is pretty caught up in bloodcolor, but he also has a few moments where it implies that it's much more of a taught belief than one he genuinely wants to keep feeling. He tells Vriska "EQUIUS: D --> I would very much like to honor my position on the hemospectrum and mistreat those beneath me, and yet..." And we all know he would DIE for Nepeta. So that can be part of his growth with Tavros! Having multiple low quadrants challenges his stances and beliefs. Tavros is also really nice. I feel like having a rivalry with someone so nice (as well as a moiraillegience) could challenge him to perhaps see how to be nicer.

And Tavros would have someone frustrating and stubborn to work on his self-confidence with who doesn't actually put his emotional or physical well-being at risk when he stands up to them. (Well, not intentionally, Equius is very STRONG after all.)

Tavros and Equius have this very interesting specific angle for me of either becoming unintentionally closer because Equius had to learn intimate things about Tavros' body to make him a new pelvis and new legs. They end up spending extended amounts of time together to help Tavros adjust to his robo-legs, be that asking questions, helping him stretch, fixing things that aren't right, adding new features. (There's no way Equius wouldn't give Tavros a nook and bulge, sorry, not with his dedication to quality and also being as lewd as he is LOL.)

Also they'd bond over animals! Tavros having a bunch of horses come and say hello to Equius? Or any other small cute animals? Equius would be so thrilled and happy! Ahhhhhhh

My humanstuck AU, Reunionstuck, has Tavros acting as Equius' dom for a while, as a friends with benefits kind of thing. They end up bonding over bringing their career fields together, Tavros' veterinary focus being disabled animals and Equius' focus being engineering and prosthetics. They work together on professional projects find that they have a very good working relationship, even if Equius is frustrating as heck to work with sometimes.

My favorite poly ship for them - Probably some mixture of Gamzee/Tavros/Equius with some potential mixture of flushed and pitch.

Pasting from my Gamzee ask: Oooh, ho ho ho, love me some Gam♥️Equius♥️/♠️Tavros. Gamzee adores Equius so much tbh. Gamzee was just a huge sweetheart to Equius pre-game and just loved talking to him. Equius seemed pretty pitch towards him, but I think I like the idea of Equius letting himself be loved and recieve soft red affection from Gamzee is so cute.

In my AU, Gamzee and Tavros end up in a romantic relationship, but Equius maintains a close relationship with the two of them. Equius was very attracted to Gamzee back in high school and of course Equius and Tavros now have their shared experiences together. So now Equius joins them in the bedroom every once in a while and the three of them are very affectionate towards each other.

#homestuck #long post #tavros nitram #asks for me

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sacredtime · 2 years

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Dancing!

I don’t know much about freelancers boys personalities or the daemons so they’ll probably be out of character. This also includes William bc why not. Also these all take place at some sort of event formal or not

William doesn’t dance much anymore, but if you were ever lucky enough to have him dance with you or were to dance with him in his prime he’d do something like a ballroom dance, very elegant and make you feel like royalty even if you have no idea how to dance. It would probably feel like out of a fairytale and a once in a lifetime thing because it would be.

David is very clunky and stiff in his movements. I think he’d know the basics of a waltz or something like that but it doesn’t flow he just wants to leave the dance floor. I think he’d mentally implode from the unintentional PDA from holding Angel so close in a very public area with a lot of eyes on him watching his every move. Bonus if Angel tries to do things while dancing with him to get him flustered

Depending on how you see Angel as a dancer they’re either a. Goofing off and dancing without a care b. Clunky and stiff as David or c. Being extremely good at dancing and basically dragging David around as he tries to keep up, he’s embarrassed but they love it.

Sam in my head 100% knows how to line dance and square dance and all that shit I won’t take criticism. He was taught one or two formal dances but he’s not that great and will occasionally mess up but he’s trying just give him some more time to practice.

Darling, like David isn’t much of a dancer especially if it’s in a place they can’t trust and relax in-mostly due to the Quinn situation and reentering the pack with strained tensions-but when they DO start to relax and feel comfortable their go to is a relaxed style, just sway side to side maybe bob their head a little. Once they get comfortable it’s up to you on how you want their dance skills to be, personally when everything starts going they’re a very care free dancer but outside of that their skills are very small.

Asher Would be very carefree in his dancing, even in a formal setting it’s very light hearted and fun. Who cares if he or babe missed a step or the pacing’s off he’s happy dancing them around the floor, goofiest smile ever. To both him and babe everyone around them doesn’t exist. It’s just the two of them in that moment…or at least until they end up accidentally bumping into someone else mid dance. Also dancing around the house is a common thing.

Babe is also up for interpretation on what you think of their dance skills but no matter what good or bad they’d mesh well with Asher even if it’s a bit awkward to outsiders.

Milo is very ordinary in his move set imo. He can make his way around a dance floor just fine but don’t expect anything special, although another part of me wants to say he can break dance pretty well which when combined with sweethearts powers leads to some funny outcomes

Sweetheart is up for debate like all other listeners but I think they wouldn’t be a good dancer, I don’t think any missions they would’ve been on would include dancing and if it ever came to it they’d cloak and leave for a bit or just leave l entirely

Vincent was a notorious playboy along with flirting he has to have had some wicked moves on the dance floor. How good he is in any other setting that isn’t a club varies but I feel like he could adapt to the atmosphere. But for comedy’s sake it be hilarious if he couldn’t. He could talk a big game but the minute someone invited him to the dance floor it was disastrous

Lovely in my head I think they’re a good dancer and before their turning once they got used to their powers they’d incorporate it into their dancing but again this is how you see them. Once they turn it takes awhile before they start dancing again and get used to it now a vampire

Freelancer dominates the dance floor. If it’s a empowered event (and they’re allowed to do this) they’re definitely showing off their skills to make it more flashy. Unempowered? No problem they still got dance skills to spare match them up with some of the boys they become a unstoppable force on the floor

Kody gets escorted out and banned. He doesn’t get a chance to dance. If he did it would be painful for his partner. Forcing them around, grip way too tight, they try to leave his grip tightens even more as he drags them around so they can stay in his trap

Huxley is a riot. He’s not the best at formal events and makes his fair share of mistakes (Damien tries to teach him and is exasperated watching him) but you put him in a casual party setting I feel like he would be the life of the party unintentionally. His good vibes are contagious to everyone.

Damien would be very stiff at first before getting into the dance. He’s not one for really loosening up in events but you’d be damned if he didn’t make a good impression

Lasko the poor man is a total wallflower. His anxiety gets the better of him and no one knows it he can really dance or not because he nearly has a panic attack stepping anywhere near the dance floor with the thought of all eyes on him and someone. As he starts to gain more confidence he gets better and I think he’d be actually a decent dancer.

This was long, there are still more people to do. I’ll do a part 2 next because there’s so many characters…

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junowritings · 3 years

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Hello! I just saw your Kalim x reader and my heart went boom!

Is there any chance that I can request a Neige Leblanche x Fem NRC student Reader?

*Where Neige falls for her quite literally and romanticly when she is setting up for VDC. But turns out his love is somewhat forbidden in a sense.*

please and thank you! Also, question! Have you seen Yuuekn for the twst manga? He's really cute in my opinion! Have a good day!

I’m so happy to hear that you liked that hun I had a lot of hun with it~! Also I feel like writing Neige on Vil’s birthday’s gonna get me cursed but it’s fiiiine~

Also HELL YEAH I’VE SEEN YUUKEN. That man threatened Crowley with a kendo stick what a legend I can’t wait for the next volume! --------

You were only supposed to oversee the others working as VDC was being set up, to go around checking on others progress and non-too-subtly marvel at all of the booths as they were being built and arranged in the appropriate locations.

Admittedly, you were probably only allowed free reign so you didn’t get in the way of the performers as they got in some practice for the final show. If the sharp look Vil had given you when as he’d practically herded you out was anything to go by, making yourself scarce till things cooled down was your best course of action, so you’d taken to keeping track of the backstage team, if only to see all the work that went into making this long awaited event happen.

It was just pure chance that one of the second years had caught you wandering between equipment and mistook you as part of the team. Before you knew it, he was handing you an imposingly large set of speakers and asking you to get them moved back to the stage, and perhaps if you’d been more firmer about refusing, then you wouldn’t have been scrambling towards the main area, weighty equipment in tow as you hauled them alongside you.

Fortunately, the work you’d been dragged into suited you just fine; you’d worked a few backstage gigs during previous school events, thanks to the headmaster’s brilliant idea to leave professional work to a bunch of minimally trained students (seriously, what does Crowley even spend the event budget on?). Thankfully, you were well prepared, and it looked like the other ‘volunteers’ were grateful for the extra set of hands too, as before long you were being approached by some of the first year workers, asking for your advice or help because they weren’t sure what to do.

You’re overseeing one such first year as he sets up the wires for the overhead lights, peering over his shoulder from where he’s crouched and guiding him when needed. When he plugs in the last of the cords he turns to glance up at you, wordlessly seeking your approval.

You grin and flash him a thumbs up. “Hey, great job. Told ya you could do it.”

At your response the student visibly relaxes, standing up and rolling off the stiffness from being stuck in such an awkward position for so long. He gives the lights a quick once over before shuffling back, releasing a sigh as he muses aloud. “Looks like that was the last of the tech setup; do you think we’ll be needed anywhere else?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. “Probably not; unless we’re needed down by the clubs I think they’re all set.”

Honestly, the work’s pretty much done by this point, and you’re sure that sooner or later you’ll be getting a call from Rook letting you know it’s time to rejoin the group. You’ve got to admit, you’re looking forward to seeing all of the boys’ hard work pay off - you know they’ve been busting their butts to polish their routine and you’re sure their nerves are kicking in right about now.

Maybe you could bring them something back from the stalls? A good luck charm or something to snack on to ease their nerves a bit - you’re sure Ace and Kalim would appreciate some of those ‘pick-me-up’ treats from those food stands they’d been eyeing near the entrance...

Something catches your attention from the corner of your eye mid-musing, and you find yourself pausing as you cast your gaze towards the stage. There’s several people on stage, and you know at a glance that they’re not part of the crew - the pristine white and blue uniforms were a dead giveaway as is, but as you watch the small group move along the structure you freeze, eyes narrowing.

Are those...kids?

You can’t be certain, given that you’re pretty sure this is a students only event, however you’re transfixed on watching them chatter happily to one another as they point at the different decorations strung up all over the venue. There’s one boy among them that you notice, namely because he’s the tallest of the small, merry group; his smile is bright and gentle as he laughs along with his friends, guiding two of them by the hands so that the group doesn’t get separated.

The sight is cute, no one can deny, and it's enough to tug a smile at the corner of your lips. The student beside you notices your silence and follows your gaze, gasping when he spots who you’re looking at.

“Wha-Neige is here already?!”

“Neige?” You look between the student and the boy, confused.

Now where have you heard that name before…

Your eyes widen when you remember. Of course, Neige Leblanche! That guy you’d seen from those interviews! You remember how miffed Vil had gotten when at the sight of the soft spoken boy when they’d worked a shoot together, just about dragging you and Rook out with him before Neige had even finished his segment. Apparently they were rivals or something, but you’d never gotten the chance to ask before Vil had shut that conversation down the moment it started.

Remembering the tempered scowl on Vil’s otherwise pristine face brought a frown to your own. What was it about this guy that he’d hated so much? The more you watched Neige the more he seemed about as nice as you’d expect, regarding his friends with a soft smile that radiated nothing but warmth and kindness as they swarmed around him, all smiles and laughter.

One of the boys tottered away from the group, wandering over to the edge of the stage to look down at the people still milling about. His fingers were wound into the scarf around his neck, pulling it up close to his face as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking around with curious eyes. Eventually, he spotted you off to the side and you found yourself smiling as you offered a small wave.

The boy’s face brightened and he didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, waving back and letting go of his scarf long enough for you to see him smiling back at you. You chuckled a little at the sight, but the little moment doesn’t last long before his face suddenly scrunches up, discomfort crossing his face.

“A-Achoo!”

He sneezes violently enough that it completely knocks him off balance, and your face pales when you watch him start to topple off of the stage. People have wrecked their ankles just trying to jump from that height, so the moment you see him start to fall you’re running to catch him, arms stretching out before you’ve even reached him.

“Ah! Snick!”

Neige notices his friend beginning to tumble and crosses the stage before you get there, calling out the boy's name as a hand reaches out to grab the back of that peach scarf and uses the garment to pull him upright. You’d have been relieved if the momentum of yanking him back hadn’t sent Neige falling right off in his place, and now you’re running to catch a different boy as you watch him go over the edge.

Fortunately, the split second difference between him and Snick gives you enough time to reach him, and Neige lands in your open arms not a moment after you get there with a gasp at the force. Mentally congratulating yourself for the good catch, you look down at the boy nestled in your arms, who looks back up at you with a surprised expression.

His hair’s skewed, hat having landed somewhere in the fall as soft black strands fall over his face and brush against his lashes. He’s close enough that you’re pretty sure that you can hear his heart hammering in his chest, and his eyes are wide - you guess he’s still shaken from the tumble - but up close you can see just how striking they are, a deep brown easing into a honey color.

‘No wonder this guy’s an actor,’ you find yourself thinking. ‘He looks like he’s straight from a painting.’

You shake the thought away and focus on the moment, lips parting to ask. “Are you okay?”

For a beat, Neige blinks up at you, speechless before breaking from his apparent reverie with a start.

“O-Oh! Y-yes, thank you.” you watch a pink hue rise to his face, dusting across his cheeks as he brings a hand to fix his collar, gaze never straying from your own.

Your expression softens at the response. How cute.

“Niege! Neige, are you okay?!”

A voice calls out, and you look up just in time to spot Neige’s gaggle of friends as they race down the stage stairs, moving to converge around you and the boy in your arms. The one who yelled - with silver hair and glasses - seems relieved when he sees Niege is unharmed, and Snick looks on the verge of tears as he shuffles to his friend’s side, bumbling apologies between sniffles.

Neige smiles and reaches out a hand to affectionately ruffle Snick’s hair. “It’s alright; I’m fine, everyone.”

The spectacled boy turns to you and bows. “Thank you so much for your help!”

You shuffle anxiously at the praise. “Ah, well, it’s no sweat, really - I’m glad I caught him in time! Heh…”

Both you and Neige sneak a look at one another, and as your eyes meet you become acutely aware of the fact that you’re still holding him to your chest. Masking your embarrassment with a cough, you loosen your grip enough for him to ease back onto his feet. He smooths out his sweater and you lean down to grab his hat, shaking it back into shape before moving to place it back onto his head.

You don’t think twice about tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear until he lets out a soft “Oh!” and you fluster, bringing your hands to your chest as he mirrors the motion.

“Thank you for catching me!” he hums, words sincere as he gives a little bow of his own.

“It’s no problem!” you give an idle wave, rubbing the back of your neck as you add. “Besides, the headmaster would have my head if another school’s student got hurt on our school grounds!”

Neige raises a brow at your words, but laughs along with you when you chuckle.

“So, you guys are entering VDC, right?” you venture a guess, changing the subject, and you watch the group nod in various degrees of agreement.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to seeing everyone perform!” Neige beams at the mention of the event. “Are you a member of the NRC team…?”

He trails off, realizing he doesn’t know your name; when you tell him, he repeats the name back to himself softly, as though making sure to remember it.

“As for me? I’m not on their team, well, technically.” you find yourself hesitating for a moment. “I’m more of a manager, cheering on the team and helping out with set-up. Though, Vil’s been handling most of the work, heh.”

“Vil?” he parrots back to you, looking visibly delighted at the name Happy to ramble about your friend, you’re quick to continue.

“Yeah! He’s been working really hard with everyone to polish their performance - I swear, you’re gonna love it! He’s actually-”

“(Y/N)-!”

You freeze, head whipping in the direction of the voice, spotting Vil striding in your direction as the crowd parts seamlessly to move out of his way. You grin as you watch him approach, but your smile falters a bit when you see his expression. Though his face remains carefully neutral, you’ve known him long enough to recognize that he’s positively seething, and you have no idea what’s got him so angry.

Still surprised to see him, you shift to face him. “Oh, hey Vil! What are you doing-?”

“We need to go.” Vil’s voice is stern, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder guiding you away from Niege and back towards the way he’d come from.

“Wha-why?” you sputter, confused.

“The event’s nearly starting, and we’re up first - you’re going to be late.”

He punctuates each word carefully, though gives you a surprisingly soft smile and brings his free hand to rest against your back when he notices the confusion visible on your face. “The others are waiting for you.” he adds, as though working to ease your concern as he continues to walk with you.

“O-oh, okay.” you fumble for a moment before craning your neck to look back at Neige, giving him the brightest smile you can muster as you wave.

“See you later, Neige! Good luck with the performance~!”

Neige returns the wave, soft smile betrayed by furrowed brows as he watches your retreating form disappear back into the bustle of people. For a few moments he tries to spot you in the crowd before reluctantly giving up, bringing a hand up to his chest and lightly grasping his sweater between his fingers.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbles aloud, hoping to himself that this isn’t the last time he sees you today.

#Anonymous #twst #twisted wonderland #imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst neige #neige leblanche #neige x reader #neige leblanche x reader #request #ask

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godlyaffection · 3 years

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Could I plz request crush headcannons for Kaidou, Nendou, and Aren?(with Aren perhaps having a lil extra of him trying to pursue and gain our love cuz I just see him doing that-‘one love’ sort of deal whatdoesthatevenmean)

Oh and also side note but I think out of all these three kaidou would be the most surprised to find out he likes a guy(Nendou just being too dumb to care and Aren also not caring cuz love is love) I mean it’s not really that Kaidou minds, “I mean who wouldn’t fall for such a pretty and awesome guy!!”

Also thank you sm for just doing what you do💕you’re work is awesome and I’m so glad us male readers are getting more content💕

Saiki K: Crush Headcannons

Pairing: Aren, Kaido, Nendou (separate) x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: What would the disastrous life boys do if they had a crush on you?

A/n: Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy it! This request is good to, I’m glad to get to write for Saiki K.

Kaido would definitely be surprised.

He didn’t know he likes guys, he probably didn’t even like anyone before you, so having a crush on someone, and it being a guy, was kind of shocking.

The shock wouldn’t last for to long though. It was different but now bad.

You were just such a prefect guy after all. Did he even have a shot with you?

Sometimes he gets up in his head about things, he’s also a bit worried about what others will think about his crush on you. But no one but him cares.

He’d blush every time he’s around you, and most of the time he can’t get out a coherent sentence. It’s very obvious that he likes you.

Everyone knows, pretty sure Nendou even picked up on his strange behavior. You were one of the last few people to pick up on it, but even you know by now.

Kaidou is determined to protect you. Of course if Dark Reunion found out that he liked you they’d surly hurt you, so he must protect you from them.

But, he probably causes more harm than good most of the time. Saying he is a bit clumsy and awkward would be an understatement.

Kaidou is very kind though. He does everything, no matter how chaotic and generally bad it may turn out, with good intent.

He really likes you, so another thing that he worry’s about from time to time is that you like someone else.

Shun can get jealous easily, it’s not an angry or protective reaction, at least in most cases. He just kinda shrinks up and gets really quiet. Kaido is very scared that you’ll start dating someone else and he’ll lose any chance he ever had with you.

How could he not think that though, you’re just so perfect.

This big idiot didn’t realize he had a crush on you. He just thought you were really cool okay.

Saiki was probably the first to realize Nendou had a crush on you. He didn’t want to get involved, but he was painfully aware of the crush that was forming.

Eventually someone else picked up on it. Probably Teruhashi, and she told everyone else. Which led to everyone getting involved in Nendou’s love life.

Once Nendou actually sat down and thought about it, with some pushing from everyone else, he realized he did like you a lot.

Nendou is kind of like a dog.

Doesn’t really think much, but normally very sweet.

He wouldn’t do anything that he wasn’t doing before he figured out he had a crush on you.

He had always tried to spend a lot of time with you, so that wasn’t new. He tried to include you in everything he did. Even if it was something no one would want to do normally.

Nendou wasn’t planing to confess to you, or do anything to “win your love.” Maybe that was a mistake, but he just didn’t see the point. He liked you, that was definitely true, but he didn’t really have a plan to do anything grand.

Everyone else might try to get you two together though.

Realized he had a crush on you very quickly. He liked you from the moment you got to know each other, and he quickly realized it was more than just friendly feelings.

He was very comfortable with his feelings for you. You were a great guy, he felt lucky to even be friends with you. So having feelings for you just made a lot of sense.

He is already trying to stray away from his delinquent ways, but you gave him more of a reason to.

He attempts to be much more cool and calm around you. Mostly as not to make you uncomfortable or frightened, but sometimes he genuinely feels like he has to put on a facade to make you like him.

Clearly that’s not true, and he realizes that eventually, it just might take a bit.

Out of anyone, he is the least obvious about his crush on you. Occasionally he’ll do something that may give you a hint that he likes you, but it’s not enough to actually realize it.

He is pretty good at keeping his feelings for you to himself, or mostly to himself.

He would always try to talk to you about things you are into. Even if he has no idea what you are talking about, he’d listen and try to talk about all different things you like.

Sometimes he’ll get flustered at something you do. Weather it be complimenting him, to something completely normal.

It’s not often that he gets that way around you, but when it does happen, he gets quiet.

#[🎥]-;now-showing(headcannons)#x male reader #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki k #The disastrous life of saiki k x male reader #shun kaidou #Aren Kuboyasu #riki nendou #shun kaidou x male reader #Aren Kuboyasu x male reader #riki nendou x male reader #kaidou x male reader #Aren x male reader #Nendou x male reader

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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Work It Out

Summary: Spencer realizes that he might just have feelings for his neighbor after seeing her in her workout gear.

A/N: I boofed it. Trying to write a blurb and I ended up writing a whole fic. I will never learn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Implied that reader is athletic but no mention of her body type)

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: bad communication, cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light spanking, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.7k

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Requests Filled:

“blurb idea that’s been living in my head, rent-free: reader is spencer’s neighbor and a dancer, who he has a huge crush on. spencer goes over to her apartment to borrow something and interrupts her daily stretches and spencer gets all flustered because she’s wearing leggings and a sports bra, and she’s so flexible”

“okay so this next thought came to my mind while i was doing some exercise lol: imagine that u started a new routine and you feel super tired at the ten minutes of the video haha, then spencer came back to work and when he see u doing some squats he's so turn on and then he just get close to you from behind and whispers "c'mon bunny, u can't with this, the only thing that u can handle is my cock" and then he just fuck y/n so hard aaaaaaaaa btw i'm the anon who sent that visual the past week of Twitter about the flowery lingerie 😌🙏🏻 —🥀”

“okay so like reader working out in Spencer’s apartment and he’s just watching her and getting all worked up. reader noticed and starts teasing him until he can’t handle it - 🐍”

-- -- --

They’d struck up a friendship almost instantly, from that first day that she moved in. He tried to help her with her boxes but he almost felt like he was holding her back, he got winded just going up and down the stairs on his own, let alone while he carried an entire box he later found out had been full of books. She laughed at him when he placed it down on her kitchen table and read the permanent marker label on the side. He still remembers how light her laugh had made him feel, how perfect it was.

From that first day things were just easy, effortless. He liked that he didn’t have to think around her, about work, about anything, he always felt so comfortable around her. Until that day.

The day that he couldn’t find his dustpan and brush after breaking a glass, so he went next door to see if she had one he could borrow. When he knocked on the door and heard a small ‘it’s open’, he walked in as normal, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight.

The furniture in her living room was pushed to the walls as she stretched in the centre of the room. He was sure there must’ve been a name for the pose she was in, but all he could concentrate on in that moment was how her body looked in the spandex of her leggings and sports bra. The smooth way her body contorted into strange shapes, the way her back arched so perfectly, and the way he could make out every curve of her body in a way he’d never really noticed before.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his staring as she concentrated on her movements before finishing up her pose.

“What’s up Spence?” she breathed once she relaxed, turning her eyes to him.

And for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away. He was almost positive that his face was a glowing shade of pink, he could feel the heat as it radiated off of his cheeks while she looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, I um- A glass!” he stuttered out, “I broke a glass” he finally managed but she still just looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“Okay, we’re really low on news today I see” she laughed, and he sort of wished she hadn’t, because it’s his absolute favorite sound.

“Sorry, I wanted to- I uh- I came over to see if you had a sweeping brush?” the words almost get caught in his throat but he fights to get them out, and he’s more proud than he really should be.

“Oh, under the sink!” she tells him, and he makes quick work of finding it before mumbling his ‘thanks’ and rushing back to the safety of his own apartment.

It’s a day he could never forget, even if his memory was normal. And part of him wished he could forget, because he knows that that’s the day he started treating her differently. It wasn’t easy or simple anymore. It was awkward and strange and he had a huge, stupid crush on her.

-- --

It doesn’t take long for her to notice the little changes in his behavior, the way he avoids her in the halls, or always seems to be inexplicably busy whenever she tries to make plans. And on the odd occasion that they do speak he never seems to be able to hold eye contact. It continues like that for a while until she just can’t take it for another second.

She waits until she knows he’s home, staring out the peephole at the door opposite hers until she sees him open it up and walk inside. She gives him about 5 minutes before she marches over and slams her fist against the door, a lot more urgent than necessary.

When he opens the door he looks tired and deflated, and his tie is undone, hanging around his neck. She can see the fatigue leave his features a second later, only to be replaced by a look of pure shock.

“Y/N?” he asks, like he’s not sure she’s really even there.

“Yeah, can I come in?” she asks, but she’s already maneuvering past him and into his living room like she’d done so many times before he’d gotten strange.

“What are you doing here?” he manages to get out once his shock subsides.

“What’s going on with you Spence? We’re best friends until one day you decide you don’t like me? What’s that about, I just have to pretend like I live next door to a stranger now?”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. She’s not even sure she can see him breathing as his face begins to flush.

“I’m sorry” he breathes out first, “I wasn’t trying to- okay I was avoiding you, but it’s not because I don’t like you”

“Sure seems like it” she sighs, and for a second he looks heartbroken.

“No!” he blurts out, “It’s not that, I swear” he shakes his head, reaching out to touch her before retracting his grip, thinking the better of it.

“Then what is it Spence?” she looks at him with a softness now, with a pleading behind her eyes, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“It’s because I do like you” he says it like he’s relieved, like it had been gnawing at him, “Because I really like you”

“Like me?” she asks, the realization finally dawning. “As in...”

“As in... romantically?” he can’t look at her when he says it, closing his eyes as if he’s bracing for impact. But the next thing he hears is his favorite sound once again. She laughs at him. It’s not cynical, or rude, it’s the kind that’s filled with joy, and maybe just a little exasperation.

“Well I wish you’d’ve told me that sooner” she says once she’s calmed down, and when he opens his eyes she’s smiling at him, taking a step closer.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm” she nods, “That way, I could’ve let you know all about this crush I’ve been harboring on you for a while now.”

He doesn’t have time to think before she’s got her lips on his, soft and delicate against him. For a minute he can’t really understand what’s happening as her hands reach up to cup his face softly, and they stay there after she pulls back. Her thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones as she admires his shocked expression.

“You’ve had a crush on me?” is the first thing he thinks to say, and she nods, smiling up at him.

“Since that first day when you helped me move in” she admits, and the timeline clicks in his head. She’s wanted this longer than he even had. Something about it puts his mind at ease, the though of being desirable to someone like her just makes him swell with pride in a way he’s not even sure he understands.

“Oh” is all he manages to get out though.

“I know, we gotta work on your self confidence because you, Spencer Reid, are a catch” she smiles at him before diving in for their second kiss.

-- --

It’s probably too crass to say out loud, but his favorite part about moving in together is undoubtedly, her daily exercise routine. Sometimes it’s in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, sometimes the evening. He’s actually starting to suspect that she times it for when she knows he’ll be around to see it.

He waited a little while to confess just know much he thought about her in those leggings. The lilac ones that were still in her rotation. Not that he didn’t find her sexy all of the time, he really did. But there was just something, maybe pavlovian, about seeing her in those lilac leggings. The way they hugged her body, he always found himself staring more than he was proud of.

Whatever routine she’s following this morning has her just a little out of breath. And he pretends to be reading the paper at his desk while she pants less than 10 feet away from him. The sound alone is distracting, but when he glances up and he can see her doing squats, all he can focus on is her ass in those fucking leggings.

“8, 9.... 10″ she breathes out, finishing off with a small groan.

“Too hard?” he chuckles, giving in and laying his paper down.

“No way, I can handle it” she turns around to grin at him before turning back around, starting into another set, counting them out slowly.

He seizes the opportunity and gets up out of his chair, making his way quietly over to her while she concentrates on her form. When he’s finally behind her she’s nearly out of breath again, pushing through the last rep when his hand snakes around her waist and pulls her back against him. He leans in to her ear as he whispers.

“C’mon Bunny, I guess you can handle your squats, but can you handle this” he almost moans it as he presses his already hard cock right up against her ass.

“Fuck” she breathes out in a little gasp, her hands moving up into his hair to pull him closer.

“Do you think you can handle it Bunny?” he groans again, grinding himself against her this time.

“Yes! Yes Spencer please, I can take it” she moans out as his hands begin to roam over her body, gently tracing along the exposed skin between her bra and her leggings, feeling the warmth of it.

“Then be a good Bunny and bend over for me, okay?” he growls against her ear and she moves fast, bending over the back of the sofa, and presenting herself to him. He takes a step back to admire the view for a moment before he’s got his hands on her body again. His fingers go straight to the waistband of the leggings, tugging the smooth fabric down, pulling it until it's gathered around her feet, quickly doing the same with her panties until there was nothing in his way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this” he groans, a soft hand caressing the smooth skin of her ass before rising up and coming back down with a loud slap, followed by a high pitched whine from her.

“Did you like that Bunny?” he asks, gripping a rough handful of her ass as she moans out a meek ‘yes’

So he repeats the action, pulling his hand up only to slam it back down again rough and excited against the now sensitive skin.

“Fuck” she purrs, her legs closing, thighs moving together in an attempt to get some friction. But he puts a stop to that right away, placing one of his feet between hers and kicking them apart so her legs were spread for him.

“If you wanted something Bunny, all you had to do was ask” he teases, moving his hand along the curve of her ass until it was hovering between her legs, where she was desperate and wanting. He purposefully lingers just a moment too long before pushing two fingers inside of her. He’s rewarded with a low moan that pours out of her.

“So wet from just a little spanking, you’re so good for me” he groans, “Do you think you can handle my cock yet sweetheart?”

She can’t help the way she clenches and tightens around his fingers at the very thought. It’s not like they didn’t fill her up, they were so much longer and more agile than her own fingers, but nothing could really compare to his cock.

“Fuck, please” she whimpers, wiggling her hips just a little as though that might help convince him that she deserved it.

“Such a good girl, I think you’ve earned it” as he speaks he pulls his fingers gently out of her, and she forces herself not to while at the loss of contact. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping it himself a few times before he lines up behind her. Though they both love this position, she can’t help but miss watching him. The way his eyes close and and he bites his perfect plump bottom lip. But then he’s easing in and the feeling of him is enough to eclipse every other thought in her head.

“Oh god! Spencer!” she stutters out a moan, her hands flying forward to grab at the cushions on the sofa, digging her fingers into the soft down.

“You feel so good Bunny, always so wet for me” he groans as he pushes the whole way in, burying himself right up to the hilt.

His hands make their home on either side of her hips, his grip is tight as he pulls her back against him at the same time that he pushes his hips forward, slamming in on each thrust with everything he’s got.

Hips hit against her ass each time, rocking right up against the quickly forming handprint there whenever their skin collides. The slight burn only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

“So- ah- I’m so close” she manages to moan out in between all the gasps and pants, and without speaking Spencer reaches down to grab the straps at the back of her sports bra, using the leverage to pull her back up. Meeting her halfway he presses his chest right up against her back, one hand snaking around to loosely grip her throat. The other making its way down between her legs.

“Fuck- Spencer- I-” she gasps at his fingers start to run in small circles around her swollen clit, his hips continuing their motions at the same time. All of it building dangerously fast.

“What’s the matter? Too much for you Bunny?” he teases with a groan, right against her ear.

“No!” she rushes out, one of her hands bracing herself against the back of the sofa, the other draping itself loosely over his hand between her legs, encouraging but not interfering with its movements.

“That’s a good girl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock Bunny?”

She doesn’t have time to answer his question before she’s putty in his hands. Melting into his grip as he continues to move inside of her and against her. The only thing keeping her from falling to the ground is her loose grip on the edge of the sofa and Spencers hand around her neck as she moans out his name.

It’s only a few seconds later that his hips begin to stutter and both of his hands are on her hips again, pulling them tight against his own as he grows closer and closer. And then he’s cumming with a rough groan and a bunch of shallow breaths, filling her up entirely as she begins to slump against the sofa once again.

“Spence, fuck” she says with a deep breath, “That was unbelievable”

They’re both covered in a layer of sweat now, and Spencer can feel the hair that’s probably stuck to his forehead. In his exhausted state all he really wants to do is lay down against her back, gathering their breathing again. But he knows that’s just his cloudy mind talking. So he manages to loosen his grip on her hips and pull out slowly before rushing to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He takes it and gently cleans the mess that he made between her legs before it gets the chance to drip down. Once she’s clean he helps her stand upright once again.

Although he’d come a long way with his self confidence there were still times like this where he let himself feel awkward, or unsure. Especially right after he’d just been so bold. But in times like this she knows exactly what to do. Rising up, she places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him, soft and gentle, just for a moment, before pulling back again to look at him.

“Shower?”

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sukirichi · 3 years

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OKAY OKAY I ANT HELP IT IM SORRY FOR SPAMMING BUT im a whore so wine: ingredient 18 + sugar 5 + spice 18 for my husband noritoshi

— I KNOW

: noritoshi kamo knows just what to do with you, and it seems there’s a lot more that he’s aware of than he lets on...

: warnings : mature content ahead!

meal order: 🍷 +18 (marriage for convenience au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 18 (disciplining) + thigh riding. your meal has been served! also okay WOW this is my first time writing for husband! noritoshi and im QUAKINGGGG simp for this man SIMP SIMP this man is fine FINE

check my masterlist and bio for my milestone event!

“You’re not holding up your end of the deal, princess,” Noritoshi murmurs in the column of your neck, his deep voice sending shivers down to your core. He snickers at this and runs his hand under your – his – shirt, brows raising when his rough palm makes contact with your bare breast. “No bra?” His fingers flick over a sensitive nipple and you grit your teeth, back arching as you press closer to him. “Hmm, always so responsive…”

“I’m sorry, Nori, I’m sorry, so sorry,” you keep mumbling over and over until you’re grinding on his thigh.

The clothing ratio is absolutely unfair. Noritoshi is still fully clothed, save for the slight exposure of his shoulder blades from when your eager hands ran over it minutes ago, needy and wet just for him.

But you’d been bad. The idea of marriage appalled you because you couldn’t handle the thought of being so committed to someone, but after finding out that your clan leaders planned to marry you to Gojo Satoru out of everyone, you immediately called out to Noritoshi Kamo – a family friend who seemed like he’d be decent enough as a husband.

It turns out he’s also in the same dilemma. His clan leaders also plans on marrying him to a much older woman notorious for mothering several children from different mothers, and he’s afraid of being tied down to a stranger like that.

Which is why you find yourself living under the same roof as him, the tension thick and painfully awkward.

You haven’t seen Noritoshi ever since you were little, and even then, the guy was too reclusive and preferred his books over playing with the other kids. He just has this aura that told everyone they weren’t on the same level as him, and you remember wondering why he shuts himself out like that, until you found out Noritoshi’s just pressured to be the perfect clan head like everyone expects of him.

After both your clans heard of your marriage, they were beyond delighted. In a way, you were too, but it still didn’t change the fact you didn’t know Noritoshi that much.

But it seems that’ll change soon, because you’ve been bratty and lashed out during the clan dinners a few hours ago. They made a degrading comment about Noritoshi about how he wasn’t doing enough as the clan head. Angered, you slammed your fists on the table, defending that Noritoshi’s doing a great job and they should stop breathing down his neck like that.

The moment the table fell silent, you knew you fucked up. Everyone stared at you with wide eyes, and if it wasn’t for Noritoshi’s warm hands brushing against yours with a calm request to sit down, you would’ve absolutely lost it.

“What were you thinking?” Noritoshi begins to kiss your exposed collarbone, breathing in your sweet scent that has him going crazy and hard under his robes. He finds it flabbergasting you’re so innocent, so unaware of your effect on him, walking around every morning wearing his shirt and those skimpy shirts as if you aren’t tempting enough already. After seeing that act you pulled tonight, Noritoshi’s hands roughen a little bit more as he pushes your bra straps to the side, effortlessly unclasping the material before it falls to the side. “You should’ve known better than to displease the elders, princess. Who knows what they’d do to us?”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” you whine out breathily, pushing your hips backward and forwards on his thigh to get some friction.

Noritoshi’s hands have been all over you the moment the clan driver dropped both of you off home. He’s upset – this much you know – and he lets you feel this by pushing you to the wall and slipping in his tongue past your soft lips.

You’re panting and moaning his name, and it’s embarrassing because he hasn’t even touched you there yet. Noritoshi tugs at your top to reveal your breasts and his eyes widen, breath growing shaky for a bit before he leans down, his mouth wrapping around the hardened bud. “No-Nori, gosh,” you moan under him, his arms now trapping both your hands beside your head.

Noritoshi doesn’t stop pleasing you with only his tongue and lips, swirling his tongue all around your nipple until it’s hard and perked just for him. He laps at like a starved man, groaning when your legs wrap around his waist to bring him closer.

“Nori, please, need you – n-need you to fuck me, please.”

“Do you deserve it?” his mouth finally leaves your perky titties, panting at the sight of you laid out open and wanton for him. A small gasp falls from your lips when Noritoshi finally tugs at the knots of his robe, pushing his boxers down to reveal his long length. It seems you’re not the only one who’s flustered and aroused; his cock is red and slapping along his abdomen, the tip flushed and leaking with pre-cum already. “Will you finally learn your lesson if I fuck you good?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes.”

“Hmm,” Noritoshi taps the tip of his cock to your folds, coating it with your arousal and you’re clenching around nothing. You reach up to grab him by the collar until you’re kissing him again, Noritoshi’s breathy sigh like music to your ears.

He leans forward and enters you in one fluid motion, the sudden stretch making you pull away as you moan left and right. Noritoshi presses his forehead to yours, hands looped around your smaller ones as he gives a small, experimental thrust. Your reaction is immediate. You fall back onto the pillows while your pussy sucks him in like you’re claiming that he belongs inside you and with you only – and you want him, you want him, you want him so bad that you hope he knows it.

“I love you,” you suddenly blurt out, and Noritoshi stills above you for a second. He replaces his silence by slowly gyrating his hips, making his dick rub against your walls, your breasts bouncing and following his slow, sharp yet deep thrusts. “I know it’s too early, but I love you, and I want you so much you won’t get it.”

Noritoshi bites his lips when you suddenly clamp down on him, almost as if prompting him to answer. Sweat forms in your hairline as Noritoshi keeps thrusting into you, his eyes shut close at the feeling of your walls hugging his cock.

You don’t know if your heart is beating a mile a minute because he’s fucking into you so good that your body is shaking and you’re about to see white, blinded by the godly sight of Noritoshi slowly losing his composure of finally being in his wife’s tight little cunt. “I know,” he mumbles with a husky voice, and you moan louder when Noritoshi’s pace only quickens. “I know – because I look at you the same way, and I love you, god, I fucking love you.”

Noritoshi seals your confessions by pounding into you harder, his robes falling into the his elbows and you’re blessed with the sight of his abs glistening with his sweat. His stomach tightens every time he hits your sensitive spot and you’re there under him, gazing up at him lovingly with one of your hands gently buried in his hair.

It’s almost like making love with how he’s worshipping you with his eyes – making you feel like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on – but his rough thrusts says otherwise.

“Noritoshi, b-baby, I’m close.”

“I know,” he repeats with such a soft smile that the contrast of his next actions has you gasping and your walls fluttering around him, thighs sore while he splits your pussy open with his cock. “But you’re not cumming without my permission, princess,” Noritoshi’s hands wrap around your neck, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply. Responsive as always, your eyes widen and your fucked out expression only entices him to fuck you into oblivion. “As your husband, I still need to teach my little wife a lesson and discipline her.”

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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Misplaced Mail - Part 1

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Mini-Series

Aelin accidently opens a package addressed for Rowan. Not a big issue. Except that he opened a package addressed to her. Issue.

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Warnings: Language

1131 words

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One of the simple joys in life, Aelin decided, was getting an alert that a package you ordered finally arrived.

She’d just sat back down at her desk, after having taken a very short lunch because ‘that article better be in my inbox by the end of the day, Ms. Galathynius’ and she had a decent amount of editing that still needed to be done.

When her phone buzzed with a new email notification, she was sure it was another spam email but was pleasantly surprised to see it was the delivery alert for one of the orders she’d made earlier that week.

If hard-pressed, she wouldn’t be able to say what exactly she’d ordered—according to Elide, Aelin had a teensy, tiny, online shopping addiction—but whatever it was would surely be a bright spot in the stressful day she was having.

Deciding to act on the small burst of energy the alert had given her, Aelin opened the article she was writing and powered through for the rest of the afternoon.

***

Stepping into the lobby of her apartment building, Aelin quickly picked up her mail—ad, ad, bill, ad, and her package!

She took the elevator up to the fourth floor and walked down the hall towards her door. She wasn’t familiar with a lot of her neighbors, people mostly kept to themselves, but she did know the resident of the apartment directly across from hers.

Rowan Whitethorn. They’d had more than a few conversations. It was mostly bickering, but she could always sense that he enjoyed their banter almost as much as she did. He was also insanely attractive, and she couldn’t help but occasionally watch from her peephole when he went for runs in his very tight workout gear, or when he returned in his very tight, very sweaty, workout gear.

Aelin collapsed on her couch before pulling her box closer. Forgoing a knife, she managed to lift the tape and rip off the adhesive sealing the cardboard together. She didn’t recognize the logo on the box inside, but it wasn’t like she knew the manufacturers of all the products she orders.

With a small smile on her face, Aelin tossed the cardboard aside and opened the actual box.

Her excitement immediately morphed into confusion as she looked at what was sitting in her lap. A thousand questions raced through her mind.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Why would I order this?”

“Did I drunk-buy again?”

“Seriously, what is this?”

Aelin stared at the strange object for another long moment before her brain clicked. It was a piece of some kind of weird exercise equipment.

Her eyes flew wide as she scrambled for the cardboard box it came in. She flipped it over, eyes scanning the label, and then she cringed.

It wasn’t addressed to her.

It was addressed to a Mr. Rowan Whitethorn.

Shit. Oops.

Brows furrowing, Aelin reached for her phone and found the email confirming the delivery of her package. Right there, the confirmation.

She winced. If she had Rowan’s package, that meant that he most likely had hers.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts and she rose from her perch on the couch to open the door.

Standing in her doorway was Rowan.

“Uh, I think I—I mean, I accidently—Uh, this is yours.” He thrust a box into her arms so quickly it was as if it burned him to hold it.

Aelin didn’t think she’d ever seen him look so flustered. His face was a bright red, he was stuttering over his words, and he wouldn’t meet her eye as she adjusted the box to get a better grip.

She just raised an eyebrow at him and slowly said, “Thank you. Yeah, there must have been a mix-up because I grabbed one of yours.”

Aelin placed the box in her hands on the counter as she walked to the couch to get Rowan’s package. When she turned back to him, she caught his eyes quickly dart away from her face. Weird. Normally he was cool and composed, but right now he looked like he wanted to bolt.

“I don’t even know what this is.” She gave him his rightful box and he mumbled a thanks before turning to leave.

She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, and watching perplexed as Rowan fumbled for his key to unlock his door.

“Okay, Whitethorn, what’s got you so jumpy?” Maybe she was a little too amused by his obvious discomfort at whatever she’d ordered.

He whipped around, dropping his key to the floor, and cursed before reaching to pick it back up.

“Nothing. Hm? I’m good. Its nothing.”

She snorted. “It’s obviously something. Gods, I can’t even remember what I bought,” she turned to grab the box on her counter, Rowan still trying to unlock his door, and lifted the lid to see inside.

She choked on air.

Now she remembered what she ordered.

It was three nights ago when Lysandra and Elide came over for girl’s night. They all had a little too much wine and binged watched rom-coms all night. Aelin remembered pieces of a conversation about her so-called dry spell, honestly, Lysandra, three months isn’t that long.

At some point, the three of them found a particular website that specialized in devices to aid in those dry spells. And apparently Aelin had placed an order.

Gods, she needed to get better at hiding her credit card from herself when she knew she’d be drinking. Not like it would do much good, she thought, she’d had those numbers memorized for years.

The sound of Rowan door finally opening made her look up, and it was then she had the full realization:

Rowan, her neighbor, her extremely hot neighbor that she had a not-so-secret crush on, opened her very realistically-shaped, bright pink, vibrator.

If only the universe could open a hole at her feet so she could disappear.

The only reason she could keep her voice steady was because Rowan seemed far more embarrassed than she was. Besides, she was an adult woman, why shouldn’t she own a vibrator…or four.

“Ah, thanks, I uh, wouldn’t want to lose this.” She cringed, why did she have to make this so awkward. More awkward.

Rowan didn’t say anything, but she saw his face get even redder. The tops of his ear were now a bright pink.

In a split-second decision, Aelin decided to throw caution to the wind and say, ‘Fuck it’. She drew up all her bravado and smirked at him as he turned and caught her eye.

“You know,” she winked, “maybe you could help me out sometime and I wouldn’t need this.”

Grinning at his slack-jawed, wide-eyed, stunned face, she turned on her heel and shut her door.

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing vii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 4, 627

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

Despite being friends with three (well, now four) people on the football team—you didn’t fancy attending football games at all. It was highly unlike the usual scene you were comfortable with. It was loud, rowdy and people didn’t understand the concept of personal space when they’d shove and push others aside just to get a better glimpse of the players on the field.

Yet, you attended every single one of the football games—and you were a familiar enough face that the coach smiles at you when you hover outside the changing rooms; a simple request from the captain himself.

You’re a little shocked at yourself at the fact that you had no idea who Namjoon was prior to his introduction. He was the captain of the current football team, which apparently, throughout your college’s history—brought the most wins ever. And, he was also well-known that lecturers applauded him for his impeccable work-to-life balance.

Somehow, the divulgence of your own thoughts makes you frown. Because perhaps you were truly anti-social. You weren’t even acquainted with common school affairs in spite of being apart of the student council.

Maybe Jungkook was right.

You don’t dwell too much on your thoughts because you’re unable to, not when the door slams open and bodies of college men pour out with large shouts and their padded shoulders—looking very much prepared for their game.

The anxiety settles into the pit of your stomach when you realise you stick out like a sore thumb. The jeans and white top you were wearing was quite a typical outfit to wear to a game, with the addition of ironically—a baseball jacket. But when you were definitely smaller than the footballers; it was hard not to feel out of place.

Especially when they look you over before continuing out to the field. While you attended games before, you were never asked to meet in the changing rooms. Jimin and Taehyung knew well enough not to ask you, and Jungkook … well. You were always his dirty little secret, weren’t you?

And you see Jungkook first, grinning like a madman when another footballer brings him into a headlock and hollers something you assume is their hype-cheer.

It isn’t supposed to feel like this. Things were meant to have been settled, but the tight feeling in your chest when you look at him only reminds you that some things were hard to erase.

Before you can look away, Jungkook spots you—and he pushes the arms of his teammate off ever so slightly before turning to him and muttering a few words before he’s stalking towards you.

Your eyes widen, definitely not expecting him to pay you any mind.

“You’re here?” He furrows his brows.

You clear your throat, and you realise navigating a conversation with him after what’s transpired is much harder than you expected it to be. The fact that he was so casual about it when he left you with a kiss on your forehead makes you even more conflicted.

“I am.” You mumble. “I told you, remember?”

Jungkook blinks as if he remembers something, and his expression hardens ever so slightly before he’s schooling his features.

“Yeah.” He breathes. “I knew that. Just didn’t know you’d be … here.”

Here was probably referring to standing outside the changing rooms, and you can’t help but flush at the declaration.

“Um, yeah. Namjoon—” Before you can finish your sentence, you see the captain heading towards you with a large grin; looking over Jungkook for a brief moment.

“You’re here!” His words are exactly the same as Jungkook’s, but it evokes a different set of emotions in your chest.

You smile as sincerely as you can, which is proven difficult when you can feel Jungkook’s gaze on you.

“I am.” And you repeat the same thing you said to Jungkook. It feels odd, but you push the feelings aside. “Good luck, you.”

You offer a small punch to his shoulder, an awkward attempt at supporting him and you almost apologise but Namjoon smiles even wider.

His hand reaches out to your hair, gently patting it as he looks at you fondly. You don’t think anyone’s ever treated you so … tenderly before, not upfront and after one meeting at least. And you’re definitely flustered.

“Thank you. It means a lot that you’re here.” His dimples are on full show when he looks down at you with a kind gaze.

You clear your throat and look away, hoping the dim lights didn’t amplify the blush on your cheeks.

“Of course. We have that exhibition next to look forward to if all else goes South.” You grin cheekily up at him, words still soft.

You hope that your joke doesn’t rub him the wrong way, and it doesn’t because he snorts in response. All while Jungkook is silent.

“That’s a win itself, isn’t it?” He says smoothly, and your eyes widen at his blatant—or at least you think—flirting.

And before you can splutter a response, Jungkook is nudging Namjoon’s arm with his shoulder, the movement slightly rougher with his shoulder pads in place.

“We gotta go, Cap,” Jungkook says stiffly.

Namjoon doesn’t realise the hostility in his tone, but you do. And you frown ever so slightly, but you cover it up when Namjoon looks over at you with an apologetic expression.

“I’ll see you after the game?” He asks, eyes lighting up.

Your lips tilt upwards and you nod your head.

“Yeah.”

Namjoon jogs off first, not before grabbing his protective gear as Jungkook lingers ever so slightly, stuttering in his feet as you have the vision of his back towards you.

You’re about to head towards the bleachers, a spot that Namjoon purposefully reserved for you with help of his coach; but Jungkook turns around and his face is hesitant.

“Will you …” He swallows as you raise an eyebrow at his uncertainty. “Will you cheer for me?”

The question is odd, especially when you know that he’s aware that you were here for Namjoon. Usually, that would imply that you were rooting for him. But, you’ve never been able to say no to Jungkook. Not even when you want him to feel the same hurt you’ve felt.

“What friends are for, right?” You mumble, eyes darting to the ground for a second until you look back up at him again.

What you don’t say is that friends don’t do the things we did, or that there was no manual to teach you how to navigate the throes of your relationship after everything that’s happened. Nor do you tell Jungkook that you’re always cheering him on, but you can’t do it outwardly. Not tonight. Not for a while, too.

Jungkook’s face falls obscurely, but he forces a tight smile before grabbing his protective gear too.

“I’ll look for you,” Jungkook says.

Then he’s off, with a squeeze to your shoulder that leaves your heart feeling a lot heavier.

You ended up sitting next to the school photographer, who you now know as Yena. Prior to this, you’ve heard the student reporter club have a few intense individuals apart of them—word you heard from Yoongi, the President himself—and he was already as intimidating as one could get. But there was Yena, who essentially made people cower in fear when they’d make eye contact with her.

“What are you doing here?” Is the first thing she asks when you slide into your seat. Her tone isn’t condescending, neither was it purposely made to make you feel uncomfortable. Rather, she asked it in a rather bored tone—as if there were better things she could be doing.

“Um.” You squeak.

Yena rolls her eyes, “Relax. I’m not going to bite your head off despite my grotesque appearance. Ever heard of a conversation starter?”

You blink.

“You’re very pretty.” You say softly.

Yena narrows her eyes at you for what seems like forever as you clear your throat. Then, she snorts before patting you on the shoulder.

“I didn’t mean objectively ugly, sweetheart.”

The tilt of her lips make your ears flush and you never found yourself downright intimidated by someone, but there was something about her that made you want to listen to her.

“O-Oh.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re too nice, _____. Has anyone ever told you that?” She emphasises her point with a tilt of her head.

“N-Not really …” You mumble.

She sighs as she kicks her feet on top of the railings in front of her while her eyes follow the line of footballers that pour onto the field, already moving towards a group huddle.

Her camera is already in her hands when she snaps the shot like second nature, before plopping back into her seat.

“Well, you are. People are gonna eat you alive, you know?” She says pointedly.

You fiddle with your fingers before you find the courage to look at her.

“How did you know who I was?” You wonder out loud with furrowed brows.

Yena scoffs before turning to look at you with a blank expression. And it’s the worst part in you that makes you think that you’ve said something wrong.

“You’re kidding, right?” She deadpans. “Girl who made honours three years in a row? First female student council president? Lecturers pet? Curve-setter? The list goes on, really.”

You flush as you turn your head away.

“I didn’t mean …” You mutter.

She waves you off. “You don’t have to sound so guilty about it. You’re smart and you’re capable. Own it.” She shrugs.

You blink up at her with wide eyes, and for the first time; she properly looks at you and your surprised expression.

“Thank you.” You say softly.

When a whistle blows, the game has somehow started and you have half the mind to begin cheering like the rest of the crowd. But the awkward part of you remains rooted in position.

“So.” Yena leans in with a grin on her face. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

It’s … odd. Purely because you’ve never spoken to her before and you’ve briefly heard about her in passing when you communicate with Yoongi on pastoral affairs. And for someone to speak to you so freely and casually, like you’ve been friends for years—feels nice.

And it’s probably also because you didn’t have any girl friends that you could really trust. People on campus were … they were mean and they usually wanted something from you, whether it was to get to one of your friends or get insights on events so they’d get a boost on their reputation.

“Earth to _____?” She drawls.

You snap your head towards her and your ears turn red once again.

“There’s isn’t … any guy.” You confess.

Yena snorts as if she doesn’t believe you.

“Really now?” Her grin approaches a smile when she rests her chin on her palm. “You know not just anyone sits here, right?”

You shrug. “What about you? Who’s the lucky guy?”

She blinks, then leans back before kicking one leg across her other.

“Photographer pros. Or cons. Especially if you consider watching disgusting men sweat and chase after balls is something to be grateful for.” She rolls her eyes.

You laugh when she complains, and it’s likely the first time you’ve relaxed your shoulders around her.

“That does sound kind of gross.”

She nods her head as if to say right, before offering you a cheeky grin.

Then, her eyes zero onto the field, then back to your face—and eventually back to the field before she hops off her seat once again; waving her camera to signal you that she was going to carry out her duties.

You think Yena’s cool. A little intense, and kind of scary—but a nice person nevertheless. Maybe you were a blind optimist that saw the good in everyone, but there was something about her that you really liked. The kind of person you wish you could become.

The cheers get immensely louder, especially when you note that Jungkook’s scored a goal—his beaming expression displayed on the big screen while you hear girls and guys alike cheering his name.

It’s times like this where you’re reminded of how different you were from him. While he received praise and approval from the masses and was born to be loved by them. You were quite the opposite; the cheerer and the supporter but never quite the one receiving it.

His eyes skim the crowd, and you can see from the screen that his brows furrow ever so slightly. But he’s quick to return to his groove, fist-bumping a teammate along the way.

You sigh because even when you weren’t intentionally looking for him it’s like your heart only wants you to see what’s familiar. And funnily enough, the hurt is familiar too.

In the middle of it all, you try your best to smile—and throw in a small whoop on your own, hoping to blend in but be present enough to be heard.

Yena returns only when it’s half-time, her own body covered in sweat while she huffs, slapping a stray strand of hair away from her face.

“God. You’d think they’d slow down after fifteen minutes but nooo. They have to go flex on their fragile masculinities because they think growling and ripping off their shirts is peak alpha male character.” Yena mutters and it’s the first thing you hear from her.

You offer her a sympathetic smile before digging into your bag and pulling out a handkerchief, one that you always carry around.

“Here.” You smile at her toothily.

Yena eyes the fabric sceptically before looking at your face and back to the handkerchief.

“You sure?”

You nod your head, jutting out your hand once more to emphasise your point.

“Ah. I can see why Namjoon nabbed you up.” Yena coos, ruffling your hair as your eyes widen.

“H-How—?”

“How did I know? Well besides the fact that my job is to literally stick with the team and capture moments and make them look pretty—I’m nosey.” Yena shrugs and your face pales. “Oh, and I saw you guys at the changing room too.”

If she saw … that meant—

“Thought you were with the meathead Jeon for a moment.” Yena snorts.

Your eyes dart down to your lap, and Yena picks up on your silence immediately. But unlike the conventional person; despite her curiousity, she respected your privacy more. So she doesn’t, she just offers you a smile and a nudge to your shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” Yena assures, sighing as the voices of the footballers fill your area as they come up for refreshment. “He’s nice.” You weren’t sure who she was referring to so you just nod.

“Yena—pass me a bottle!” A boy calls, and you half expect her to do so, but instead, she delivers him one better—a middle finger.

“Get it your self you dickwad!” Yena calls back.

Your eyes widen when you turn your head to look at her, completely unbothered when the footballer shoots daggers at her nonchalant figure.

“Men. Think you always owe them something.” She scoffs.

You find yourself unconsciously nodding your head, and once again Yena recognises the gesture but doesn’t mention anything.

Instead, she turns towards you and levels you with a wide grin of her own.

“You’re cool. We should hang out.”

The declaration makes your eyes widen even more and you realise how much you’ve fumbled and made yourself look … stiff the entire time you were attempting to converse with Yena. But she seemed to be unbothered, and the thought makes you excited.

“We should?” You parrot with a squeak.

She nods and you’re still finding it hard to process the fact that she’d brought that up out of the blue.

You weren’t bad company. But you were … you.

“You’re like Ms Bona Fide.” Yena tuts. “People these days are either out to please or to receive.”

You furrow your brows.

“And I’m … not?” You say softly.

“You’re present.” Yena shrugs and throws you an easy-going smile.

God. She was so cool.

Namjoon scores the final goal.

You expect him to call the hangout off because, well, he’d closed the game and he was the captain. It was only normal that he’d want to celebrate.

So when Yena nudges your shoulders while your head is bent and focused on your mobile device, you slowly looked up with furrowed brows to see her cocking her head to the side with a knowing grin on her face.

And you see Namjoon, out of his gear and in a plain t-shirt and sweats while he waves at you.

You can’t help but gape at him.

“I see you’ve surrendered to good company instead of a zoo.” Yena greets Namjoon first with a snort.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, and you gauge that they’re at least well-acquainted. Acquainted enough that Namjoon subtly tries to flick her off, but you catch the gesture as soon as it comes.

“Promises are promises.” Namjoon shrugs as if he wasn’t aware that you were still gaping at him. Mouth open like a fish out of the water.

“Well—be nice, captain.” Yena whistles, throwing her camera into her bag and slinging it over her shoulder before she turns to look at you, a gentle nudge with her shoulder to yours as she levels you with an intentional look in her eyes.

“Don’t start any fights, Yena.” Namjoon gently chides, but his tone is joking.

Yena waves him off, then waves at you one last time, leaning down to whisper something into your ear that has you flushing.

“Tell me how it goes when we hang out.”

And she leaves you with a keen sense of excitement on the prospect of a new friend like her to look forward to hanging out with.

Namjoon looks over at you, and gently reaches for the tote bag you’ve slung over your shoulder as he tugs it off you with a soft pull.

“Let me.” His smile is all teeth and dimpled grins when you reluctantly let him take your bag from you.

“Thank you.” You murmur, eyes attempting to look at him but his gaze is so focused on yours that you find it difficult to make eye contact.

“We’ve got an exhibition to go to, don’t we?”

You nod your head enthusiastically as he chuckles, allowing you to lead the way as you find a little prep in your steps. It was nice. Having a friend like Namjoon.

“Captain’s not coming?” Yugyeom groans, ruffling his hair with a towel as the rest of the footballers filter out of the changing room.

Jimin snorts in response. “No. He’s got a date.” The emphasis on the word date is obvious in the immature sense, evoking wide eyes as responses.

“He bailed on us for some pussy?!” Yugyeom cries.

Jungkook has to clench his fists by his side when he hears how his teammate casually referred to you as just some pussy. You weren’t just … that.

“Watch your tone,” Jimin growls, and Jungkook’s thankful that Jimin was more of the confrontational type and didn’t allow shit like this to slide easily. Especially when it came to you. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

Yugyeom’s eyes widened before gawking at the blonde boy.

“You mean Namjoon is going on a date with _____?” The rest of the footballers murmur in response, possibly out of confusion. “How did they—doesn’t she not … date?”

Jimin sighs, already ready with a response on the tip of his tongue but Jeonghan, the keeper interjects.

“Wait, I was under the impression that she and Jeon were a thing?”

At the mention of his name tangled with yours, Jungkook, who has been relatively silent throughout, freezes as his hands stop rummaging through his duffel bag while he tries to ignore the inquisitive stares he’s receiving from his teammates.

“W-What?” Jungkook stutters caught off guard.

Yugyeom narrows his eyes at the boy, while Jimin silently observes with an unreadable expression.

“Now that you mention it …” He trails off, head tilting upwards as if he was deep in thought. “I did always see the two of them alone with each other.”

Jungkook clears his throat as he lets out a nervous chuckle, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

“We’re friends,” Jungkook says stiffly and he hopes it’s believable, despite his hoarse voice. “Friends hang out.”

Jeonghan snorts. “Or she’s a two-timer.”

This time, Jungkook can’t keep his face neutral.

“Talk about her like that one more time and I’ll make sure you never speak again.” He growls to the other boy, whose eyes widen in response.

“I was kidding—” He raises his hands in defense but Jungkook is shoving the remainder of his belongings into his duffel bag before hauling it over his shoulder and storming out of the room, ears burning in both frustration and anger.

“You don’t joke about this type of shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath right as he leaves the rest of the members brewing with confused expressions as they look at one another with concerned expressions.

Namjoon, as expected, is a museum enthusiast. That much you could assess when he was excitedly chirping about how much he appreciated all types of art, abstract, modern and contemporary and vintage—you name it and he could likely give you a break down of the nuances behind styles and techniques.

He is also great company. Namjoon is a comfortable line between involved and chivalrous, never pushing farther than what you were able to offer but engaging you in insightful discussions that you found yourself being intrigued by.

While you expected more … forward gestures, Namjoon is respectful and you’re surprised but not really. He was mannered encompassed into human form.

So, when the security guard informs you that the exhibition was over and that the two were the last guests in the hall—the two of you reluctantly had to bring your night to an end.

“That was fun,” Namjoon says once the two of you exit the hall, just two figures in the night who have thousands of words to say about the masterpieces you’ve witnessed.

“Honestly, I was already looking forward to it but seeing the pieces the art students curated in person was just another type of euphoria.” You confess.

Namjoon nods in agreement. “I totally agree. You can just tell that they’ve really dedicated all their free time to the work they’ve displayed.”

“Art is beautiful, isn’t it?” You mumble, eyes looking back to the museum as you grin up at Namjoon who’s already looking at you.

“Yeah.” He breathes, and the way he’s looking at you under the dim moonlight makes you irrevocably flustered. “Beautiful.”

You clear your throat as you shift on your heels, hoping the blush on your cheeks isn’t too apparent. The night was still wondrous, and you feel a type of comfort in Namjoon that you haven’t felt in a very long time. But there’s still a lingering thought in the substandard part of your mind that reminds you of doe-eyes and a bunny smile.

“Thank you for your time, Namjoon.” You say shy, fiddling with your thumbs.

When you find the courage to look at his face, he’s already beaming at you.

“No. Thank you.” He reassures. “I know you’re super busy so for you to find time out of your schedule to hang with a virtual stranger really means a lot to me.”

Your eyes widen, but then your face neutralises as you flush.

“I’m not that busy …” You mumble.

Namjoon chuckles. He doesn’t even snort or offer a sarcastic remark in response. He just acknowledges it with a kind smile and doesn’t comment further.

He’s different from what you’re used to. A challenge. A burst of rebellion that loved to roll remarks off his tongue.

You don’t want to think of him just yet.

“Regardless. You’re here. And I’m grateful.”

You nod your head lamely, clutching your bag into your chest (after relentlessly whining to Namjoon to allow you to hold it yourself when you felt a little useless).

“I should—I should head back.” You cock your thumb towards the direction of your apartment.

Immediately, Namjoon steps forward and is ready to head the same way you are.

“Let me walk you back.”

“I can’t possibly—”

“I’m not asking this time, ______.” He frowns.

You snap your lips shut. Though you did feel a little bad, it was late and the rational part of you knew that it was best if Namjoon walked you home.

“Okay.” You say softly.

Before you can begin walking, he tugs you by the elbow so gently, but firm enough for you to nearly stumble into his chest.

And he’s so tall, so you’re peering up at him with wide eyes as you gauge his nervous expression.

“I-I’m sorry if this is a little forward but—” Namjoon clears his throat. “W-Well I think—I really think you’re nice. And great. Like—good company, you know? So I’d r-really—I’d enjoy—”

You blink at him as he attempts to find his words.

“Namjoon.” You whisper gently, tugging the hem of his shirt.

At your gesture, his mind blanks but he remembers that you’re still looking up at him with a confused gaze.

“Okay. Fuck.” He whines as a giggle escapes your throat when he peers at you with an exasperated expression. “I’m not usually this much of a mess. You just make me nervous.”

“O-Oh.” You breathe, “I do?”

Namjoon sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I don’t know if it was obvious but I’m kind of into you.” He says softly, rubbing his hand over his neck.

You don’t expect it, not at all. So you can only muster gawking at him at his sudden confession.

“And you don’t need to—you don’t need to say anything about it. We can pretend like I didn’t just confess to you. We can just be friends.” He rambles, eyes wide. “I just wanted to let you know … yeah. So I really hope we can still continue to hang out even though you might think I’m a creep and I really didn’t offer to walk you home because I had intentions. Really just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You continue looking at Namjoon with wide eyes. Because you’ve never been on this end before. The one receiving the confession. You’ve never really given a confession either, and you try to suppress the bitter memories of the confession you tried to give Jungkook that wasn’t verbal but with your presence.

With you giving up certain parts of yourself for him so he could see you.

“Please say something.” Namjoon chuckles nervously.

“I—…” You choke. “I don’t know what to say.”

“We can pretend like I didn’t just say that.” He winces.

You shake your head. “No. No. It’s fine, Namjoon. Really.” You reassure him gently. “I really appreciate it … I just didn’t … expect it.” You finish lamely.

“You’re a very interesting person,” Namjoon tells you, lips twitching in an attempt to lighten the awkward atmosphere.

Interesting? You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone call you interesting before. Not outright, at least.

“I’m really not.” You say sadly.

Namjoon furrows his brows but doesn’t reach out to you further, his hands still remaining limp by his sides.

“Hey.” His voice calls out. “You are. You’re definitely one of the most interesting people I’ve met in my life.”

You blink.

“T-Thank you.”

He waves you off, gesturing towards where you gestured towards earlier.

“Shall we?”

And somehow, Namjoon has a way of making everything feel easy. Like a temporary space for you to feel safe, to feel wanted.

So why doesn’t your heart flutter?

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