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08luvmailz · 5 months

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⌨︎ ⁩◞ HERO FANBOY — ! ❪shoto todoroki❫

SYNOPSIS ୨୧ ! which a certain hero from ua crushes (hard) on a idol ! headcanon, ooc shoto

FANBOY SHOTO! He wasn't interested in kpop activities, heck he hardly known anything about kpop in general.

He started knowing about them because of his brother natsuo who bought a heck ton of albums and blasting music in his room.

He side-eye his brother when he's screaming because he got your WINK-PHOTOCARD, as he keep screaming " omg! ITS SO SPARKS "

he saw the photocard and he was like " oh she's pretty " but disregard it afterwards BUTT

DIDNT KNOW HE WOULD FELL THAT HARD

he saw one of your recent comebacks on tv because his brother is streaming it and gahdam ur fucking SPARKLING ON STAGE.

At first he started knowing your group, YOU FIRST then streaming your group songs, your debut solo, collabs. streaming your group shows and music bank AND ALL THOSE

started buying albums too with natsuo. FINALLY HE HAVE SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY WHO WILL BE IN DEPT FOR LIFE BUYING ALBUMS

Natsuo asked who is his bias without hesitation he said your name, bro was smirking so bad at his lil bro BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MAKNAE OF YOUR GROUP, also half japanese and same age as him.

Bro was blushing whenever the camera pans at your face and smirking and doing that HE WAS GETTING HOTTER THAN HIS QUIRK

have a well known kpop stan twitter account who always make short comment about you but ICONIC because of how pure and sweet it is

doesnt know it but actually fell inlove with you NOT BECAUSE OF UR FACE (its a plus on him) but because of your determination and hard work, humour and personality is just CHEFS KISS

no one knows about his obsession welp it almost slip up when he accidently unplug his wired earphones to his phone AND SUDDENLY BLASTING Nobody knows by your group.

he lied he is just a casual listener

defends you on twitter, he looks like a soft boy but damn he is a beast on roasting BUT FAILS CAUSE HE CAN ONLY CUSS AT THEM

dedicated to buy front row tickets when your group finally have a concert there at your hometown

BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR LIFE AT THE POOR CONNECTION

bro brought the vip tickets for him and his big bro (with his dads money ofc, not like his father would know)

bro brought the 2 tickets for each day

won a fancall with you once but DAMN IT HIS HERO STUFF IS GETTING ON THE WAY

poor bby sulked the whole day that he missed the call, he was practicing his lines and tone for you

brought many batteries for his lightstick

make sure he is lookin good (not like he isn't good looking)

bro wake up early asf he want to be there as fast

bro became popular fan after one pictured him as the guy from the (group name) concert at jpn

he didnt know he bacame popular, he just saw his face 3 days after the concert on stan twt

BRO WHEN YOU TWO MAKE EYE CONTACT HE HAS HEART EYES

BRO WAS WHIPPED ASF

you are one stubborn fuck saw this cute guy with a scar and went through the barricades even though security was trying to get you back in stage cause its just a sound check and your safety too

Bro you came closer to him and saw his instax reaching for you. MADE A HEART CHEEK AT HIS FACE AND CAME CLOSER TO HIS FACE

bro almost want to faint right then and there.

you went after that he was kinda sad but happy he got a selfie WITH HIM

making this his lockscreen and making a frame of this treasured photo

You kept stealing glances at him and interacting with hand language, asking if he already eat lunch or just blantly flirting with him

LUCKIEST FAN

natsuo kept pushing his shoulders for every interaction at their section BUT MAINLY YOU ARE FOCUSED ON HIS BROTHER

bro when he came back from school BRO WAS BOMBARDED WITH QUESTIONS LIKE

" I DIDNT KNOW UR A FAN TODOROKI! " " WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME UR A FAN, I WANT TO BUY TICKETS TOO " " i didn't know todoroki listens to kpop " "BRO DID U HAVE PICS AND VID OF (your leader name) "

was now known as poker face but listens to puppy love by (groupname)

After that twt post of him being a handsome fan THEN PEOPLE STARTED SAYING HE WAS THE KID FROM UA, ENDEAVOR SON AND ALL THOSE SHIT

have an article of him now being the hero fan boy

boy he didnt give a shit about them, he just wanting to chill

but that didnt start there

your member posted on weverse a video of you taken, watching the sports festival and chanting HIS NAME AND BETTING THAT HE WOULD 1st PLACE

bro became the luckiest fan alive

saying he is the luckiest fan and hero and all of those then actually GONNA MEET YOU

you have a campaign like a collab with a hero AND THAT IS HIS DAD

participating on a event JUST TO SEE YOU

he did and boy was he nervous

he kept stuttering at the end of his sentence

then because actually friend with you, a little bit touchy side BUT HE IS A GENTELEMAN just subtle glances and touches

got your number and him posting a selfie of you two on twt (he made another acc just to post boast that picture)

after that he was well known as the hero fanboy who will soon in the future marry his idol

that woud be a story in another time <3

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byhees · 4 months

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when you find their baby photos.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read skinship petnames light profanity (god) mention of food — more

a/n. i really dug through my drafts n found this keke

heeseung would snatch that little picture out of your grip in an instant, cheeks lightly brushed with a pink tint; “what’re you doing, love??”, but it’d be laced with slight bashfulness and embarrassment. would hold the photograph high up in the air, arm outstretched and everything, making it exponentially harder for you to retrieve the little treasure piece. “baby picture? what do you mean, love? i don’t see any around here.” is trying his hardest to conceal the painfully obvious flush of his face…

jay would stare at your phone screen, wide-eyed; first thought to run through his mind would be ‘how did you even manage to find that??’ would awkwardly clear his throat, whilst being bombarded with heaps of compliments— “woah, you look so cute here.” the tips of his ears are reddening. “aww, look at your little cheeks!” at this point, they’re probably neon-red; given your cooing at the slightly pixelated image, he doesn’t find it that surprising that his baby picture is adorning your phone lockscreen the day after, a shy chuckle escaping his lips...

jake would simply gawk at your phone; ‘oh, no yeah, who’s that?’ would be an ample encapsulation of his expressions. would be so so embarrassed (because who wants their significant other to see a picture of their younger selves striking a questionable pose— he’s definitely not a part of that population). would try to divert your attention away from the photograph of baby jake— but would fail miserably upon seeing you swipe to another picture, his little plan crumbling in pure mortification of the photo. “oh my god, what am i even doing…” is what he’d say, face buried in the palms of his hands, cheeks heating up with every passing compliment…

sunghoon would, first, let out the tiniest of shrieks because, is that a baby picture— correction, his baby picture— being shoved into his face? is dramatically swinging his arms in the air; would raise a hand to your eyes, as though to shield his photo from your gaze. “sweetheart, this is very embarrassing, by the way,” he’d say, awkwardly coughing. would, lowkey, smile a little upon hearing your soft coos; ends up holding you close to his embrace, smile growing with every endearing comment…

sunoo would tilt his head ever so slightly, and blink rapidly in confusion; after all, you did just burst into the room, a small, precious baby picture clutched in hand. honestly wouldn’t mind too much, finding himself really cute, actually. would say things like “don’t my cheeks look as squishy as before?”; manages to, somehow, convince you to reveal a baby photo of yourself— both of you would wind up entangled in a lazy hug, hushed squeals falling from your lips at the sheer adoration of it all…

jungwon would take a brief look at the photo and pause; he had not expected to see a zoomed-up picture of his younger self, holding a little heart gesture towards the camera. would burst into immediate laughter— snorts at how ridiculous he looks, posed with his slice of pizza; unintentionally recreates the image, face twisting to the same, jubilant smile. tiny tiny screeches along the lines of “that was cringe, please forget that”. would spend the night scrolling through his chat history with you, adamant and determined to find a baby picture of you in the midst of the chaotic texts— just wants to say “my baby’s still so pretty”, to you...

riki would, initially, be flabbergasted, gobsmacked even; a very audible gasp would fall from his lips. tries to get hold of the little rectangular device— that is, your phone— but fails because of how adept you are at defence; “hoho, two can play that game,” he’d say, whipping out his phone from his pocket; you both end up shoving baby pictures of the other in each others’ faces, lips pressed into thin lines to suppress uproars of giggles and disbelieving “what am i doing, oh my god”. your wallpapers are now baby pictures of the other…

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @vnsux @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sona-verse01 @lilly-bubblelops @smouches @mrchweeee @luvistqrzzz @nwjws @ibsysbsfsunsbs @rikisly @amyysfics @mixtape-racha @berry-and-kkami @rikislady @gweoriz @czlluvriki @okwonyo @okwons networks! @kflixnet @enhanet @k-labels

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onlyjaeyun · 1 year

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄: 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 | 𝟏𝟖+

— 𝐜𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭) 𝐧𝐬/𝐟𝐰: 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐯𝐲, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 "𝐬𝐢𝐫" 𝐤í𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐫𝟑𝟑𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐯𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 💀

࿏ skinship: if there’s one thing about sim jaeyun it’s the fact he’s incredibly touchy. this guy simply can’t stop himself from touching you, even if it's just as simple as intertwining one of his fingers with yours, he always has to be in some kind of skin contact or he gets nervous. most of the time he lets his hand rest on your thigh or your back, throws an arm over your shoulder or holds you hand but just know, he will touch you somehow.

࿏ PDA: the previous point brings us to this one because jaeyun just loves public display of affection. he’s subtle about it at times, yet sometimes when he gets a little possessive or protective, he does become a little more obvious with it. depending on how comfortable you are with it of course and even if he does fail at times, he also manages to read the room before he goes in for a kiss or a hug, pulling you closer to his body to feel comforted and safe in a way only you can make him feel.

࿏ love languages: besides physical touch, jaeyun's love language are also words of affirmation. he craves your validation because he wants to make you proud and be what you deserve, yet he never actually voices this one out. he always thought it comes over as desperate and needy, yet can’t ever hide the way his eyes start sparkling when you tell him how well he’s doing and how much you appreciate everything you do for him. definitely makes sure to give you the exact same energy in return, of course.

࿏ music: jaeyun loves expressing his feelings using songs, lyrics and melodies because he always feels like it’s intimate and gives you a way into his head you might haven’t considered yet. he just wants you to understand him and the way he feels about you so he suggests you songs, makes you playlists and even writes some lyrics dedicated to you.

࿏ now a few small things he does which are super boyfie of him

࿏ jaeyun’s the type to cover your face with his hand when he thinks you’re being too fucking cute to handle (happens at least twice during a conversation)

࿏ definitely tears up when you’re crying, regardless of the situation

࿏ has you as his home- and lockscreen, you’re his biggest treasure

࿏ doesn’t tell anyone about his crush on you until you say yes to dating him and then does a huge “reveal” on his instagram story (has a highlight dedicated to you)

࿏ buries his face in your neck at any given moment because it’s his comfort position

࿏ heavy on buying you your favorite snacks, drinks and takeout whenever he’s coming over to your place

࿏ when you two play against another duo in a game he still gets super competitive but never blames you if you end up being the reason you two failed bc he just appreciates your presence

࿏ daily good morning texts with a little fact about himself and good night ones where he quickly tells you about one particular thing you do he absolutely loves

࿏ BLUSHES WHEN HE TALKS TO HIS BOYS ABOUT YOU

࿏ now the nsfw part, let’s go

࿏ spit kink: there’s just about the way you look with your lips parted, tongue stuck out and ready to take his spit like the good girl you are which never fails to drive jaeyun absolutely crazy. he usually lets a thick drop of his spit fall into your mouth before he taps the tip of his hard cock against the puddle and sighs, then proceeds to gently fuck your face

࿏ “sir” kink: jaeyun never realised how much it turned him on until you jokingly started saying it and he found himself rock hard whenever you said it one too many times. isn’t all about it but definitely groans when you reply to his questions with a soft “yes, sir” or feels himself stumbling over the edge whenever you go “thank you, sir”.

࿏ praising: this goes back to his love language but also because he’s just a vocal guy. always praises you for taking his cock, his spit and cum so well, mumbling about how proud he is of you for cumming all over his face like the good princess you are. he also likes it when you praise him, usually asks for it indirectly but never fails to cum when you do it without his initiation.

࿏ face riding: this man is a certified pussy enthusiast and he eats pussy for his own pleasure. just loves it.

࿏ breeding/cumplay: this is more about the thought of having the honor to raw you, something jaeyun never takes for granted because of how intimate it is. definitely pulls back after stuffing you to the absolute brim with his cum just to watch it ooze out of your cute hole and onto the sheets, usually also doesn’t mind cleaning you up himself. he’s messy and likes the thought of your juices coming together on his tongue.

࿏ panties: whenever you two are apart for longer than two days, he makes sure to ask for a pair of your used oanties so he can bury his nose in the fabric when he fucks his fist, man’s just obsessed with you and your pussy.

࿏ tits? ass? thighs?: he’s all of the above tbh. his favorites are definitely thighs but he can’t help taking your pretty tits into his mouth and your ass into his big hands when he’s balls deep buried inside of your cute cunt

࿏ nicknames he uses: pretty angel (girl), princess, baby, honey girl, darling and my love

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #enhypen hard hours #jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen hard thoughts #; angel boy

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tokiwarcube · 5 days

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Dating Charles hc? 👀 Sfw & nsfw both fine by me 🖤

Hell yeah! Pre-Requiem SFW below the cut, NS/FW to follow in a separate post <3

Nathan HERE ; Pickles HERE ; Skwisgaar HERE

Despite the “robot” label he’s been saddled with over the years, Charles is a very caring man. He’s romantic in a way that makes all of your rose-tinted teenage dreams a daily reality. And sure, he might not always have time for extravagant dates, but he’s tender in a way that smooths it over so naturally that you really couldn’t imagine spending time with him any other way.

Many of your nights are spent together in his office, sipping scotch to the quiet hum of classic rock as the two of you clean up whatever mess the boys have made this time. Quiet conversation weaves its way naturally into the scratching of pen on paper, easy and fluid as all things seem to be with him.

And while he is, functionally, always on call… Charles very much treasures the hours of the weekend he gets to spend with you.

Whether he’s taking you out to dinner or studying the pieces at your local art museum, Charles will usually be on his feet with you for the weekends unless you reel him in. Believe me, there’s nothing he loves more than relaxing at home with you with the lights turned low… but frankly, the man forgets that he can actually do that sometimes. Workaholic habits die hard.

And despite being around it all the time, Charles still loves live music. Take this man out to a show or two, you won’t regret it.

Just… don’t take him on the dance floor. Ever. He talks big game, but he has zero sense of rhythm. The ‘57 Gibson Les Paul hanging on his wall is purely for decoration, he cannot play it by pure virtue of the fact that he couldn’t catch a beat if it smacked him in the face. Don’t let him fool you.

Charles isn’t a very cuddly man, but that isn’t to say he’s not sweet. He loves placing little kisses to the inside of your wrist when alone, in particular.

Although if you have the urge to card your hands through his hair after hours while he works on a few deals, or loosen the tension in his shoulders… he certainly isn’t complaining.

When he’s drunk though… very, very clingy.

Even while sober though, he does have a bit of a fascination with your hands, just in general. You’ll often catch him watching your movements while you type, or fiddle with a pen. And it’s no surprise that, left unguarded, he’s prone to toying with your fingers a bit. It’s almost subconscious, really.

Charles has a fantastic memory, and he uses this to his advantage often. He’s always got you in the back of his mind, and he’s rather liberal about texting you when something reminds him of you.

[1 Attachment] Isn’t this from that show that you like?

That being said, gift giving is one of his bigger love languages, and he always seems to find the perfect thing. He has some preternatural gift for finding things that nobody else can.

He’s a fan of the classics, in many regards. Holding doors, pulling out chairs, flowers… he does it without thinking, really. Although, he won’t complain if you do the same for him. Makes him quite soft.

Least jealous man this side of the hemisphere. He completely trusts your loyalty and ability to assert yourself, no questions asked. And if there’s someone that’s not taking no for an answer? That is harassment, and they’ll be dealt with shortly. Props of always having a Klokateer around the corner, I suppose. (He’s a very vigilant man in general, actually. You always feel safe when you’re out in public with him, and its not just because of the armed guards that linger in your shadows.)

He keeps a photo of you in his wallet — a little polaroid that Toki had taken after you gifted him a polaroid for Christmas one year, tucked just behind his ID.

He keeps you as his lockscreen, too. Whenever he gets a smidge too stressed in the office, he’ll pull out his phone in a “do it for them” type move. It always works.

He takes your words very seriously — you always feel heard when you talk to him. He’s a fantastic communicator, and most problems are resolved fairly quick.

He loves hearing your voice, and if you’re in a position where you can do such a thing, he loves to just call for a little while. Just to hear you speak.

For as much as he preaches about getting 8 hours of sleep per night, he’s rather shit at following that rule. He might acquiesce if you ask him sweetly enough to please come to bed… although you might have a bit more luck if you plop yourself in his lap, instead. He gets so vigilant about not waking you up on accident that he eventually just gives up and carries you to bed with him.

And despite not being the cuddliest man during the day, he almost always has a hand on you in the night.

He’s an early riser by habit — a morning person by necessity, not by nature, as he says — but don’t think you’re getting out of bed before him. A bleary eyed and whiny Charles is a sight for sore eyes, truly.

He does have a certain set of routines that he follows to a tee, one of which is bringing you coffee in the morning. He likes to sit on the edge of the bed, sipping from his own mug as he gently runs his free hand up and down your spine. For a moment, the world is quiet — peaceful.

#metalocalypse x reader #dethklok x reader #charles foster offdensen x reader #dethklok charles x reader #metalocalypse charles x reader #metalocalypse cfo x reader

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rasparagus · 2 years

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just for you

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: how you got to be vernon’s lockscreen

word count: 630-ish

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

“Just a little gift for you.”

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

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

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

“What’s that for?”

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

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

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

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

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

Does this cross rhinestone look too out of place?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

love, ro

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

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avaetin · 4 months

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It’s a pity they’re gray. Would be nice if they were brown.

@haiseiscute333 @sunshines-child

I have maybe... Meet the parents part 1 and 2 that I feel like I want to type... Maybe. Likely.

Annabeth hated the color brown; hated how it would be the first thing to greet her on Percy’s phone’s lockscreen, and the first thing to greet her on his homescreen. She hated how it dominated his gallery, and hated how it filled all the dashboards of his second accounts. Above all, she hated how Percy loved it obsessively.

“You have pretty eyes.” Percy once murmured to her as he brushed aside her perfect blonde curls in order to have a proper look at her eyes. “It’s a pity they’re gray.”

“Would be nice if they were brown.”

‘Would be nice if they were brown.’

Annabeth wanted to shatter his phone as badly as he had shattered her world with that statement alone. Everywhere she went, people complimented her for her stormy gray eyes, gushed about how ethereal and mesmerizing they were, and how they wished they were born with it as well instead of brown eyes. Percy Jackson was the only exception. What was so good about brown? It was a dull color. It was a color that was never going to stand out on its own. Only in Percy’s eyes was its value amplified. Only in Percy’s eyes were they special.

No, not just Percy. There was another, a similar person who treasured that color just as much, if not more. But their opinion didn’t matter to her as strongly as Percy’s.

Brown… She hated brown. She hated Ni-... No. She wasn’t going to stoop that low. Though, in the deep recesses of her mind, there was, admittedly, an occasional urge to ruin that brown, to gouge out that color in the hopes that doing so might take away Percy’s obsession from it - from him.

“Are you even listening, Percy?” Annabeth sighed.

“I am,” Percy answered absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving his phone as he recited back her schedule to her.

“You said you have script reading for your new movie in an hours, attend a fitting with your stylists and designers for your upcoming events, a photoshoot for Salvatore Ferragamo, and an interview tonight with TDS.” He spared a disinterested backward glance at her. “Am I missing anything?”

Annabeth gritted her teeth. “No.”

“I’ve recited your schedule for the entire week. Manager’s instruction,” Percy continued, scrolling through the newest set of photos uploaded by the paparazzi of Nico di Angelo at a concert in Melbourne, Australia. With practiced ease, Percy saved all the pictures to his phone one by one as he scrolled through them. “And any events that don’t overlap with my schedule, I was told to attend yours, and vice versa. My manager should have sent my schedule to yours.”

“They did. I’ve memorised your schedule as well,” Annabeth said in a clipped tone.

Percy hummed, hinting disinterest. “I see. Did you ask me to come just to test if I remember your schedule? I told you, I-...” he trailed off all of a sudden.

Annabeth wished that her curiosity didn’t get the better of her as she looked over to check why Percy suddenly stopped talking. There, on his phone, was a photo of Nico di Angelo smiling warmly towards the camera, his usually pale cheeks tinted pink. Even when drenched in sweat, he looked every bit charming - he wasn’t the industry’s darling for nothing - his hands tugging at the hem of his shirt so that it wasn’t clinging onto his skin like second skin. For a stolen shot, even Annabeth had to admit that di Angelo lived up to his name - he looked like an angel.

And Percy was staring at his image as if it were his salvation. Percy worshipped di Angelo with his eyes.

“... I told you, I’ll hold my end of the agreement,” Percy said, his voice soft. It was the voice he would have when they were out in public, when Percy donned his ‘America’s all-time male sweetheart’ persona. The voice he would have when he was pretending to be her boyfriend in front of the world.

But never in private.

Because that voice was genuinely reserved for one person alone, and that person was that young man in the image - the image he saved on his phone and set to replace his current homescreen, which also happened to be a photo of Nico di Angelo.

“I know you will.” Annabeth had no doubts that Percy would hold his end of the agreement. Percy was excellent at playing pretend. She wasn’t.

“If that’s all…” Habitually, Percy pressed his lips to the screen of his phone, on the image of Nico di Angelo, before he locked it. Standing up, he approached Annabeth with a small smile curling his lips.

“You’ll do great today,” Percy murmured, brushing her curls back as he always did before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. The gesture used to fill her heart with warmth. Now, only coldness gripped her heart.

His thumb caressed one of her cheeks gently as he stared intently into her eyes. She knew what he was going to say before the words left his mouth.

“It’s a pity they’re gray.”

She closed her eyes. She was slowly believing that it was.

“Would be nice if they were brown.”

#ceo! aeon x celebrity! nico di angelo #aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #on the next episode of ava avoiding her self-imposed deadlines

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nrdmssgs · 9 months

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Congrats on your (well deserved) 500 followers! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

May I request...

10+21, with Nik and Zhar please?

Thank you!!

I LOVE THIS ONE) thank you so much!!! "Shut up before I kiss you." + "Am I your lockscreen?" \\ "You weren't supposed to see that."

Masterlist List of prompts Another answer from these series

Lips sealed

"Price! Here is my favorite Captain!" despite Nikolai giving him the biggest bear hug - John looks straight at Olga, standing in the distance.

"What is this one planning?" Price asks her, completely ignoring Niks muffled grumbles.

In any other situation she would tell on Nikolai right away, but this time her lips were sealed, so she just shrugs vaguely and steps into the Captain's house.

It was Zhars fault: she shouldn't have gotten so sentimental around Nik. From them two it was her, who was always reserved, even reticent about their relationship. She tried hard to not react to his lingering touches, play it cool, when he leaned closer and whispered something very personal in her ear. Not only it never stopped Nikolai - it seemed to sparkle some kind of ardor in him. Every time, they were out - he played this little game of 'ok, how many buttons I can push, before she ends up all flustered and panting?'. Eye contact, smirks across a crowded room, raised eyebrows, teasing, lots of it. Today, she herself gifted him yet another 'button', giving him her phone to call Price.

"Am I your lockscreen?" Nikolai tilted his head, inspecting a background picture on a display.

"Oh fu-, give me that back!" She tried to pull a phone from his hand, but Nik didn't let it happen. "You were never supposed to see that!" Zhar facepalms and looks away, hiding a growing blush.

"I was never supposed to see, someone's secretly fangirling over me?" Nikolai clearly exaggerates, because her lockscreen is just his hands. But he can't deny himself in ravishing in this moment. "Ok, if it's not for me to see - how about we send it to straight to John? You know, he too has a soft spot for me - maybe you could organize a little cozy fanclub together?"

"You are walking on a very thin ice, Nikolai. One more joke about you and Price, one slightest mention of this, while we are there, and..."

"And? You'll need a rope, my treasure? Or you'll just convince me to be still and obedient for you?" Zhar only hissed incoherently in return. The evening haven't yet started, and she already felt, that a few next hours of her life won't be the easiest.

"So, I guess, we are discussion your next mission with Price, after all," added Nikolai, still not letting her have her phone back. "And if you have another opinion - feel free to change a topic and tell him, how I made his former Lt swooning with my charm."

And just like that, Zhar now couldn't stop Nikolai from dragging Price into a plan, that she specifically tinkered so accurately, that all that Chimera would be risking is her. To her relief, Nik wasn't reorganizing the whole operation - he just wanted to hide her somewhere for one night, to give her some time to rest.

"So, do you think, you have anyone in Scotland?" Nik smiled benignly, stretching in his chair.

"Anyone? Nikolai, we have MacTavish, and it's the very best, Scotland could ever offer you." Prices velvety voice mixes with a thick cigar smoke in the air.

"I know, but..." Zhar tenses, waiting, how Nikolai concludes his phrase. This is a very delicate matter, and he should think twice, before telling Price the whole truth.

"...but i would very much like to put a good distance between our pal Johnny and a car full of what can in theory be considered as weapons of ma-"

While Captain was fighting to not spit out the last sip of whiskey, he took, Zhar jumped up and dragged Nikolai away from the room.

"Price, we'll be back in a minute!" She hisses, leading Nik deeper in Johns house so eagerly, that his comment 'Price, we WONT' is left unheard by his friend.

As soon, as she sees an open door leading to the bathroom - she pulls Nikolai there and slams him against the wall. It's soft enough to not harm him, but harsh enough to make her point.

"Someone's feisty today," Nik chuckles, his hands snake up her spine. "Should I mention, that I do indeed have a rope in my trunk?"

"You should shut up for good. This is my plan, my operation, and only I get to decide who will be involved there. Telling Price, what exactly am I going to transport there is making him involved!" If she could, she would burn a hole in him with her eyes right now. But that seems to not bother Nikolai.

"You are forgetting, who is the boss here, Zhar." He doesn't try to break free - only pulls her closer. "And as your superior, I'd like to conduct a masterclass, nebo moye*. You see, when you have someone trapped like me, and you need them to do something for you - you should also make it clear, what happens, if they don't follow your orders."

Zhar freezes, not believing her own ears. Somehow, Nikolai seems to not care for a secrecy of Chimeras plans, when it comes to his best friend. The only thing, he seems to be interested in right now is her bare skin under his fingertips, as his hand slipps under her coat.

"So if you want me to shut up..." He leans towards her ear. "... make me."

Her breath hitches. Looks like there is one man on this planet, that can make her forget, how angry she was just a moment ago. And she was lucky enough to end up with this man. She fights her beating heart, fights the blush appearing under his satisfied and mischievous gaze. But if there's anything, she learned after months spent with him - It's that she loves, what he is doing to her. It makes her feel alive, wicked, wild, almost almighty.

"Shut up, or I'm kissing you right here," she whispers.

A wide grin spreads on Nikolais face. Not breaking an eye contact with Zhar, he addresses to Price, who still sits in a dining room. "Hey John, you know, what I found on Olgas phone this eve-"

She cuts him off, bringing her lips to his. Their kiss is hungry, full of desire, suppressed from both sides. Nikolai is the one pinned against the wall, but he still stays the one in charge, not letting her go as long as she doesn't surrender completely, and her body starts lightly shaking.

"Horoshaya moya, tak bistro uchishsya*... Ok, you wanted my lips sealed - be it your way." Nikolai exhales, melting under her hot breath on his face.

When they both finally come back to Price, he asks Zhar if she still takes any medication.

"Ehm-m-m, no... no, i'm fine." She is genuinely taken aback by this question, not understanding, what is Captain getting at.

Instead of an answer, John takes out another glass, pours whiskey in it and hands it to her.

"You two crazy Russians are not leaving my house, till you confess, what are you tinkering there, with weapons of mass destruction behind my back." Prices tone brooks no objection.

Zhar throws a desperate glance on Nikolai, but that scoundrel is just making himself comfy in his seat. "Sorry, nebo moye, it's your call now - my lips are sealed..."

nebo moye - my sky/my heaven

Horoshaya moya, tak bistro uchishsya - my good one, learning so fast

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mv2 #cod x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #mw2 fanfic #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #cod x oc #nikolai x you #nikolai x reader

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kingdom0fcards · 6 months

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Hearts Broken On My Back With The Lights On.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian/Nicholas Ruffilo

Content Warnings: death and mourning

Title from Walking On Gravestones by I See Stars

A/N: I listened to Feel Something by Movements and sobbed when writing this, idk why I'm on a sad fic kick recently but I like them

Noah says he feels like a cold graveyard that no one visits anymore, one that's lost by time and taken back by the earth.

Maybe he's more right than he thinks.

He haunts what he used to know, walking around his apartment like a husk of his former self, going to his room to sulk for hours.

When he does leave, he doesn't come back for hours. No one knows where he goes, they never will.

He visits that graveyard, going to the only gravestone never forgotten. He cleans it, taking the foliage off the stone and scrubbing it so he can read the name. He replaces the flowers every time, every week.

He visits twice a week, sitting on the same patch of grass every time. Noah leans his head on the side of the gravestone, like it's his shoulder and he's still here.

But it's cold and hard. But he's not here.

The stone digs into his skin a bit too much when he hugs it, it's not soft and smooth. Sometimes he gets cuts, blood getting on the stone. Maybe that'll bring him back, like a ritual.

But it doesn't.

His world used to be so bright, so happy, and now his world is rotting in the ground. He's probably a skeleton by now, all the art adorned on his body gone and his beautiful features only captured in old pictures.

He wish he could accept it. He wishes he can accept that he's gone. But he can't.

Noah sobs and tells the stone that he misses him.

"I miss you... I wish you were still around," he takes breathes between his sobbed out sentences, it feels like he's suffocating, "it's our anniversary." his throat feels tight, "happy five years, Nick."

Tears roll down his face as he hugs the stone, accidentally crushing the flowers he brought. Roses were always his favorite, he even tattooed one on Noah. It was painful, getting it on his knee, but it was a fond memory that he'll forever treasure.

They met when they were young, getting together five years after that and laughing at how repressed their emotions for each other were. People said they should've gotten together sooner, oh how right they were.

Noah losing him three years after they got together was the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

It was a day before Valentine's Day. Snow was falling and they were dancing in their kitchen, laughing, unaware of what the phone ringing would do to them. Nick answered, said he had to leave because of an emergency and Noah understood, giving him a kiss goodbye.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Noah got a call hours later that he died, his world collapsed. He fell to his knees, sobbing and inconsolable, just like how he always is at his gravestone.

His tears stain the top of the stone a darker grey, the droplets disappearing in a bigger sea of the grey as it starts to rain. His tears covered by the droplets of water coming from the dark sky.

He doesn't move, only hugs the grave tighter and only leaving when the graveyard closes. He walks home soaking wet, still sniffling slightly as he walks into his apartment. Going into his room, he gets into his bed, not bothering taking his wet clothes off.

On his nightstand, his phone glows with a new notification but he looks at the picture of his lockscreen, he starts sobbing again.

He misses him so much.

#noah talks ig #bad omens fic #rpf #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #nicholas/noah #death cw #tw grieving

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zhao-mei · 3 years

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