hyrungay

[anyalarbslasagna]

i absolutely hate biceps hahaha definitely don’t flex rn i might scream hahaha

[hyungray]

honestly, yeahhh

[aureateink]

i would love to see 1000 secrets with barty crouch or regulus 😏

combining this with another reg request!! I have one coming for Barty soon too dw 🫶

1000 secret kisses | R.B.

cw: MDNI 18+, smut mentioned, secret relationships, fwb, drinkin

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Alright, Barty. Truth, dare, or shot,” Dorcas said, still coughing after the gulp of firewhisky she just took.

“Truth,” Barty replied.

“What's your most controversial opinion about someone in the group?” Dorcas challenged, and everyone ooooh’d.

Barty took a contemplative drag of his joint, then—“I would bet my left nut that Regulus is a virgin,” Barty said through a cloud of smoke.

“No way, look at him!” Pandora argued. “He fucks, guarantee it.”

The groups heads swiveled to Regulus, who was reclined lazily in arm chair, knees spread, a cigarette dangling from his fingertips. He looked supremely fuckable to you, like he always did.

That's why you've been secret friends with benefits for most of the school year.

You and Regulus were an unlikely pair; Reg, a certified grouch with a distaste for socializing, and you, a gifted student and natural flirt. But you found him fascinating, deeply intelligent and perceptive, with an artistic heart, even if he preferred not to show it. And he found you endearing, infectious in your enthusiasm.

You'd kissed him after a drunken night in Hogsmeade, and he'd sought you out the following day in the library. Now, you snuck away every chance you got, stealing secret moments around every corner, in every classroom, praying your friends never discovered the truth, lest you never hear the end of it.

This was just for the two of you, and you preferred it that way.

“I'm not saying he isn't sexy!” Barty argued. “I'm saying he couldn't be bothered to fuck someone, too busy reading poetry and glaring.”

“And you expect me to, what? Fuck everything with legs like you, Junior?” Regulus bit back.

“No, but like—I’ve never even seen you glance at someone,” Evan chimed in. “You've never talked about fancying someone, or gotten flustered.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

“Nothing shakes him, and he'd never tell you half-wits if he fancied someone because you can't keep your mouths shut,” Xeno laughed.

“It's not like it's anyone's business anyways,” you added, stealing the joint from Barty and taking a puff. “It's his business who he does, or doesn't, fuck.”

“Oh, come off it. He hasn't even had a crush on you, and we've all had a crush on you,” Barty said.

You nearly choked on your hit. “You're full of shit, Junior.”

“It's true! We talked about it the other day!”

You risked a glance at Regulus while you fanned the smoke from around your face, and found him glaring down at his lap, his expression was calm, but you'd long ago learned to judge his true feelings by his pale eyes. And right now, the hostility in them could raze the castle.

That must have been the day he abruptly dragged you from your dorm and into an empty classroom. He toyed with you until you cried, begging him to get you off. And when he finally let you ride him, you weren't allowed to come until you told him exactly who you belonged to. Making you spell out his entire name, letter by letter, thrust by thrust.

Regulus Arcturus Black.

Your pussy shivered just thinking about it.

“Can we get on with the game, please?” Pandora huffed. “It's y/n’s turn.”

Barry grinned over at you, and you groaned. Why on Salazar's shitty earth did you think it was a good idea to sit next to him?

“Truth, dare, or shot, my darling?” Barty asked, his voice a seductive purr.

You really didn't want to take a shot of that lukewarm swill, and you had a hunch of what Barty's question would be: do you fancy any of us? Leaving you with one option.

“Dare.”

Barty’s eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together like a supervillain. “You've made a grave error, my dearest y/n.”

“Don't be an ass, Crouch. Play fair,” Regulus warned, the edge of his voice sharper than was probably necessary.

“Oh, you'll like this Reggie, don't worry.” Barty presented his palms to you, like he was offering a gift. “Treasure, I dare you to make Regulus blush.”

“That's not fair!” Pandora argued. “How is she supposed to do that?”

“By any means necessary.” Barty grinned.

You looked at Regulus, who was already looking at you. “I don't want to cross any lines—”

“And when she fails?” Regulus asked, a hint of a smirk on his pretty mouth. Baiting you.

“Then she takes two shots,” Barty wagered.

You looked back and forth between them, all eyes on you. “Deal,” you said, pushing to your feet.

Regulus' eyes widened a fraction, like he didn't expect you to actually go for it, but he vastly underestimated your pettiness. And you would love nothing more than to be the thing that made Regulus finally crack in front of his friends. A tiny consultation for months of keeping secrets.

You sashayed over to him, ignoring the whistles and shouts from your friends, focused entirely on Regulus' smug face. His eyes roamed over you, lingering at the edge of your skirt, the sway of your hips, and you caught the unmistakable sign of his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and his arrogant expression faltered.

Already, you were making him sweat.

You knew none of your regular tricks would work on him, he was impervious to flirting, but you had an ace up your sleeve.

Carefully, you perched on the arm of his chair, being mindful to not actually touch him, knowing it would bother him to have you so close without being able to touch. He shifted a little in his seat, a fraction closer to you, fingers tightening on his cigarette.

You took a pull from the joint, filling your lungs with its acrid burn. You looked at Regulus expectantly, and he smirked before tilting his head back for you. You leaned in and he parted his lips, letting you blow the smoke into his mouth.

Your friends continued to whoop and cheer, but you focused on Regulus' proximity, the hazy feeling coarsing through your blood.

Merlin, you wanted to kiss him.

Instead, when the last of the smoke left your lungs and entered his, you shifted to whisper in his ear. “Took that hit so well, sweet boy,” you purred, letting your lips brush the shell of his ear.

You felt his body hitch, wanting to cough up the smoke, but he managed to blow it out of the corner of his mouth, casting you vicious side eye. To your delight, you noticed a delicate pink stain was crawling up his neck, warming the tops of his cheekbones.

“She did it!” Evan cheered, and the rest of the group roared in approval.

“Brat,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. You knew you'd be paying for it later, but it was so worth it to know you had an affect on him no one else did.

You sauntered back over to your seat, smiling ear to ear and basking in the groups praise.

Regulus tried to play it off, but there was no going back now. And you knew he was in trouble when it was finally his turn.

“Alright, Reggie,” Pandora said. “Truth, dare, or shot.”

You already knew what he would pick: Reg hated booze, and would rather run around the common room naked than fess up to something.

“Dare,” he said, taking a bold glance at you.

Pandora caught it, of course, and a tendril of uncertainty coiled in your stomach.

“I dare you to make y/n blush back.”

Regulus huffed a low laugh. “Come on, Dora. Give me a challenge.”

You glared at him, and he winked back. Maybe it was the weed, or his competitive nature, but you'd never seen him so brazen.

Everyone ooooh’d.

“Fine, I dare you to kiss one person in the circle!”

Your heart sunk. Even if it was platonic, a stupid dare, you didn't particularly want to see Regulus kiss someone else. Your feelings for Regulus has grown over the course of the your secret relationship, and while neither of you were ready for labels, that didn't mean you wanted to share him, or vice versa if the night in the classroom was any indication.

Regulus narrowed his eyes at her. “Not everyone consents to being kissed by me.”

“I consent!” They all chorused, and you inwardly groaned.

“What? You've never fucked and you've never kissed someone?” Barty teased, ramping up the pressure.

“Fuck off, Crouch,” Regulus hissed. The game was getting to him, and your friends were feasting on his rare display of discomfort.

You'd feel bad for him if you weren't feeling so sorry for yourself. Reg would probably kiss Barty just to shut him up, and then storm off to bed. Leaving you to decipher his words and actions like every night spent without him there to prove his affection with his hands and mouth.

Shit, maybe this arrangement had gotten more out of control than you realized.

“How the fuck is Sirius such a lady-killer, and his little brother is the virgin fuckin’ Mary?” Barty was too busy laughing at his own jokes to notice Regulus get up and prowl across the circle towards him.

Barty finally noticed when Reg was almost on top of him, but at the last second, Regulus pivoted. His hand shot out to grab you by the hair, roughly tilting your head back for the bruising kiss he planted on your unsuspecting lips.

You squeaked in surprise, but quickly gave way for him, melting under his firm, insistent mouth as his tongue delved between your teeth to taste you.

As quickly as he swept in, he was gone, leaving you wide eyed and breathless as he stalked back to his seat and dropped into it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What was it you said? ‘Y/n has the most gorgeous mouth you'd ever seen’?” Regulus said, a mocking edge in his voice. “That you'd ‘give anything to taste her'?”

Barty gaped like a fish.

Regulus smirked. “I’ll have that left bollock now. And I'll take the other one if I hear my girl’s name on your mouth again, you prick.”

Everyone gasped, including you, but Regulus didn't even flinch.

“Understood?” He glared at Barty, then the others, until each one of them lowered their eyes in submission.

Regulus beckoned you forward with two fingers and you jumped up, crossing the space between you and allowing him to pull you into his lap. He threaded his fingers through your hair, pulling you in for another kiss, little more than a peck, but it still made your head spin.

“So, secrets out?” You asked, meeting his eyes.

Regulus shrugged, pecking your cheek. “It doesn't change anything,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I’m yours.” He kissed your nose, your temple, your lips, down your neck, until all of your friends dispersed, making disgusted noises as they fled such a public display of affection.

But you couldn't be happier, grinning like a fool as you basked in a thousand not-so-secret kisses.

© agreeewrites 2025. do not copy, translate or claim my writing as your own.

[nuwandaa13]

NUWANDA PUMPKIN 🎃

[hearts4percy]

[lumosflairr]

How do you think the Weasley boys (or the twins and Ron) would react to people thinking they're related to reader just because they have similar hair color? Or to people trying (and failing) to flirt with reader?

How the Weasley Boys would react to people attempting to flirt with you !

Characters included in this are: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Ron Weasley.

word count: 957

I chose people attempting to flirt with reader if thats okay :)

...

Bill is relaxed and self-assured. He’s the kind of man who knows he has your heart, so when someone tries to flirt with you, he doesn’t get jealous—he gets smug. He’ll stand nearby, arms crossed, an amused brow raised as he watches the poor attempt unfold. Once he’s had enough, he’ll stroll over and press a slow kiss to your temple, arm sliding around your waist like it’s second nature. Then he’ll smile at the person and say smoothly,

“Brave of you to try, mate. But I’m afraid they’ve already got someone to fall asleep next to for the rest of their life.”

Then he’ll guide you away like the gentleman he is, whispering in your ear,

“You’re trouble, love. Even when you’re doing nothing at all.”

—

Charlie doesn’t get jealous. But he’s deeply entertained when someone thinks they’ve got a shot with you. He leans against a nearby surface, arms crossed, watching the flirt fail with that dragon-tamer glint in his eye. When it starts getting too bold, he steps forward with a lazy swagger and plants a possessive kiss on your cheek.

With a grin, he’ll say to the poor soul:

“Nice try, really. But this one? They like someone who can wrestle a dragon and win. Better luck next time, yeah?”

To you, he’ll mutter with a wink as he walks you away:

“You really ought to come with a warning label, sweetheart.”

—

Percy’s whole body tenses the moment he realizes someone’s flirting with you. He’s not jealous, but he’s very proper—and seeing someone blatantly disrespecting the fact that you’re taken makes him seethe in a quiet, awkward way. He’ll approach quickly, adjusting his glasses.

Clearing his throat loudly, he says with sharp politeness,

“Excuse me. They’re clearly spoken for. Kindly take your misplaced enthusiasm elsewhere.”

Then, turning to you with flushed cheeks and tight posture, he’ll say,

“Honestly, some people have no concept of boundaries. Are you alright, my love?”

—

Fred lives for chaos, so he watches the failed flirting attempt with glee. He may even start whispering awful pick-up lines behind the flirter’s back just to trip them up. Eventually, when he’s thoroughly entertained himself, he’ll saunter over and wrap his arm around your shoulders dramatically.

“Oi! This one’s got a type—tall, handsome, funny, brilliant… basically me. Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.”

He’ll grin widely, then lean close to whisper with a chuckle,

“You were so close to trading me in. I was terrified.”

—

George lets it happen for a moment or two. But once you catch his eye and raise an eyebrow, he’s on the move. He’ll appear behind you, arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. He’ll meet the flirter’s eyes and grin.

“You’re wasting your breath, mate. They’ve already got someone who can make them laugh until they cry and snog them breathless in one go.”

Then, to you—loud enough for them to hear—he’ll murmur:

“Tell me again how I got so damn lucky.”

—

Ron is not smooth about it—at all. His immediate reaction is full-body discomfort and that signature Weasley blush. He watches from afar, hands twitching at his sides, until his frustration boils over. Then he storms over, red in the ears and ready to brawl.

“Oi! Back off, yeah? That’s my girlfriend!”

He grabs your hand, leading you away quickly, grumbling under his breath.

“Dunno what they thought they were doing. You’d never go for someone like that, would you?”

When you reassure him, he softens, squeezing your hand.

“Just… don’t look at anyone else like that, alright? I’d go mad.”

[hyungray]

[yasministration]

"Malfoy" "Weasley" - bill weasley x malfoy!reader

summary: when you watch the quidditch world cup with your family, the last thing you're expecting is to see an old friend. a weasley. wc: 1.2k+ cw: one tiny mention of abuse

The buzzing energy in the stadium felt as though it had suddenly been muffled as four figures entered the box. They walked with matching gait; confident, every pair of shoulders rolled back to walk with a perfect posture, a slow yet steady pace of footsteps that established power.

The Malfoys.

Harry swallowed thickly as he set his eyes on an unfamiliar figure. One he had never seen before, yet was so unmistakably Malfoy.

It was as though every sound in the stadium was muted, other than the seductive click of your heels on the floor. Harry took in your appearance from the floor upwards, watching the twinkle in your eyes in amazement. Despite the features you inevitably shared with the rest of your family, there was something different about you.

Something mischievous.

The boy who lived was snapped back to reality when Bill — who he had only met two days ago but already trusted with his life — spoke up.

“Malfoy.”

His statement wasn’t one filled with hatred, much to Harry’s surprise. No, it was amused, familiar, and it was targeted to you. As though you knew each other like two good friends. Whilst the rest of your family walked on with intimidating glares on their faces as they passed the Weasleys, you slowed your step down, keeping eye contact with Bill as your lips tugged up into an unbelievable smile, the wine red of your lipstick perfectly contained between their lines.

“Weasley.”

And you were gone.

Catching up to your family at a leisurely pace, you took a seat next to them, crossing one elegant leg over the other. Harry saw Draco turn to look at you judgementally, and his lips moved in a silent question.

You brushed him off. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, listening in to the conversation that started between the Weasley siblings. “What was that?” Asked Ron with an exasperated breath. “Just greeting an old friend.” The older brother replied.

It was like watching Ron lose respect for his oldest brother, looking at him as though he grew two extra heads. Harry pondered silently for a moment. If Ron had such a reaction to his brother being friends with a Malfoy, how would your parents have reacted when they found out? Why hadn’t they said anything?

“Was she with you in school?” Harry found himself asking, and Bill nodded, gaze finding you again. The boy knew he shouldn’t think about it too much. Perhaps mind his own business for once.

But when you stood up from your seat at half-time, walking towards the group and Bill rose from his place to meet you, Harry couldn’t help but think of the two of you together. At Hogwarts. It was nearly impossible to imagine the both of you as teenagers, smiling fondly at each other as you walked through the halls.

A forbidden romance.

Had you been in love, or were you just unlikely friends? Whatever it was, it had evidently developed, Harry thought, watching as Bill leaned down closer to you to hear whatever it was you had to say, both of you smiling like idiots in love. Your hand slid down to the railing that Bill was tightly clutching, boldly placing your hand over his. Bill glanced down at the feeling of your touch, and he turned his hand over so his palm was facing upwards and he could properly hold your hand, his larger, veiny one encasing yours.

Behind the pair of you, your parents had tuned around from their conversation to watch you and the so called blood-traitor. Narcissa had placed a hand on her husband’s arm, prompting him to look away from the treacherous acts occurring in front of them. “Your parents still not too fond of me, I’m guessing?” Bill teased, and you tilted your head to the side with an apologetic smile.

“You know how they are. But it didn’t stop me when we were students and it won’t stop me now.”

Bill reached up with his free hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes were glued to his face, so kind, so handsome.

You sighed.

“I’m an adult now,” You started, cutting off your own train of thoughts. “They can’t do anything about it anymore.”

Anymore.

Because when you’d been at Hogwarts, your parents had sent you howler after howler. They’d even pulled you out of class one time to lecture you about loyalty. You remember what you told your father that day. “I am loyal! I’m loyal to my friends, I'm loyal to the people I care about. I’m loyal to Bill, and you can’t do anything about it.” He had hit you across the face.

It didn’t stop you from sneaking out of your dorm every night to meet him in the girls’ third floor bathroom, a room that had become your ultimate rendezvous spot. Romantic.

Bill cleared his throat softly, looking around to find his entire family staring at your interaction. “Would you like to go for a walk?” He asked as he tore his eyes from them. You glanced around, staring at the empty pitch for one long moment before you spun around to look at him again, nodding eagerly. “I’d like that, yeah.”

Harry tried not judging you as you walked down the stairs, hands linking as you disappeared from sight. People do crazy things for love, he decided, realising you’d decided to skip watching half of the quidditch world cup to rekindle your relationship.

But maybe your decision had been smart, because as Harry and the Weasleys returned to their tent, they had caught you leaving. Bill held the tent's flap open, letting you through. You straightened up, eyes widening as you came face to face with his entire family, knowing you must have looked a mess. Fred, George and Charlie all had matching grins on their faces as they took in your unusually messy hair, smudged lipstick, bruising hickeys on your neck and chest exposed by the low neckline of your dress.

Bill looked just about the same, except most of the lipstick marks on his skin were covered by the collar of his shirt, trailing underneath it. You ducked your head down in embarrassment, gasping when Mr. Weasley patted your shoulder, saying “It’s good to see you again, y/n.”

“You too, Mr. Weasley.” As Bill kept eye contact with his three most delinquent brothers, he knew he was in for insurmountable amounts of teasing when he would enter the tent once more. Bill closed the tent’s flap when his family went inside, pulling a face at you when he faced you once more.

Giggling, you took three steps towards him, clutching his collar tightly and forcing him closer to you. Bill’s hands settled on your hips, and he leaned down to press a long kiss to your lips. You sighed in satisfaction, trailing your hands up to settle on his shoulders. Your lips separated with a loud smooching sound that had your cheeks flushing hotly and you looked away, making steady eye contact with Draco, who had been watching your interaction from afar.

“Better get here before the parents do!” He called out, and you nodded, looking between him and Bill quickly. “Um, he has a point.” You mumbled, pushing yourself on your tippy toes to press one last peck on his lips.

“At least promise me a date?”

“I can promise you more than a date, Mr. Weasley.”

“Oh please, Mr. Weasley is my father.”

[ideaoflove]

me core

[hyungray]

so real

[atticuswastaken]

Sneaking Out

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Warnings: kissing, vigilantism

Word count: 1.0K

Damian’s brothers didn’t believe you were real. Not in the “he’s fabricating a girlfriend out of thin air” way, but they didn’t quite believe that someone that looked like you (stunning ofc) was both attracted to him and patient enough to deal with his attitude.

There was also the fact that Damian didn’t have a picture of the two of you together because in all of them at least one of you was in costume. Damian was not revealing to his brothers that you knew who he was. Oh, and that you were technically a criminal.

Not a bad one— you actually saved people once in a while— you just kind of stuck to low-profile thefts but just enough to keep your family afloat. Damian justified that looking the other way was technically helping people—namely you— and he told himself he might do the same for any other citizen (he wouldn’t.)

When Damian had gotten injured and was banned from patrol, he was itching to get out of the manor and do something, anything.

So, when you invited him to patrol with you, he almost jumped at the opportunity before recoiling.

“Beloved, you know I can’t go out as Robin,” Damian hugged dramatically.

You stared back at your boyfriend blankly. How could he be so smart yet so dense at times? “Dami, you’re a billionaire… you could buy something temporary.”

Recognition finally flickered in Damian’s eyes. “Right.”

——

He met you on the rooftop of your building the next night, decked out in all black.

“Wow,” you remarked, totally not ogling. “You even got a black utility belt.”

“It wouldn’t look right with brown.”

You giggle at the response and start walking towards the end of the building. “Alright, Mr. Fashionista.”

Just like that the two of you were off into the night, doing nothing but also everything. You let Damian handle all of the actual crime fighting stuff since you weren’t trained in anything other than a few basic defense moves Damian taught you.

It was a nice night, you thought as the two of you made your way back over to your apartment building.

“Hey, we should-“ you started speaking but you were interrupted by a voice behind you.

“Hey you two!” Red Robin. Crap.

You and Damian made eye contact and you wouldn’t have noticed the slight nervous twitch in his eye if you didn’t know him so well. You silently hoped Red Robin would just drop it and wouldn’t recognize you, however unlikely that was.

It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong at the moment, but you have in the past and Red Robin knew that. And that made Damian guilty by association.

“Wait, I’ve seen you…”

You and Damian sprint away from Red Robin as fast as you can, jumping over rooftops and slipping between alleys before grappling back up buildings.

Eventually, you managed to sneak into a back alley without Red Robin seeing, but you could sense he was close behind.

“Dami, you have clothes under there, right?”

He bristled slightly. “Yes, why?”

“Take off your suit.”

“Beloved, wh-“

“Just trust me here.”

You both slipped out of the suits quickly and discarded them (temporarily) behind a dumpster.

“Okay, I have a plan. It’s just…”

“Beloved, any plan is better than getting caught out when I’m supposed to be on bed rest.”

You shrug. “Alright.”

You gently pushed Damian against the nearest wall and listened closely for the footsteps of the vigilante. When you thought he was close enough, you leaned into your boyfriend and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He made a quiet noise indicating his surprise at the sudden display of affection, but caught on quickly and adapted.

Operation: make Tim so uncomfortable he doesn’t question why you’re out here is a go

For a second you let yourself forget exactly why you were doing this, just feeling Damian’s hot breath as your lips moved against each others.

That was until a quiet thud sounded a ways down the alley.

“Did you- oh, wow!” Tim turned around quickly and pinched the bridge of his nose. You almost giggled at the reaction but schooled yourself. “Hey, uh,” he still hasn’t turned around. “You guys seen anybody around here? Two, uh… criminals jumping around?”

You put on your best ‘I could care less’ voice when talking to Red Robin. “No, sorry. We were a bit busy. You know how it gets.”

“I… you guys should head home. It’s dangerous in Gotham this time of night.”

“I think we’re fine…” you made a shooing motion with your hand even though Tim couldn’t see it. He seemed to get the hint either way and pointed his grappling hook upwards before jetting off into the night.

You waiting and listened for a second to make sure he was gone before you broke out into laughter.

“You were so red,” you wheezed at Damian.

“Well,” he crossed his arms. “It’s a bit strange when your brother catches you making out with your girlfriend.”

“Aw, come on Dami. It wasn’t that bad..” Your laugh calms down and you take a step toward Damian.

“You did that on purpose.” He pouted, still red in the ears.

“It got us off the hook though, didn’t it?”

“I’ll never hear the end of this from him.”

You plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Remember what you said, nothing’s worse than getting caught on patrol when you’re not supposed to be.”

Damian’s mouth quirks up into a smile. “I think an amendment can be made to that statement.”

——

Damian was right. He never heard the end of it not only from Tim, but from all of his brothers. And Bruce.

He thought that he could handle it, but when Bruce pulled him aside to have ‘the talk,’ Damian just about exploded.

Your phone rang in your pocket and you picked up without a second thought.

“Hello?”

“They want to meet you”

“Well, hello to you too!”

“Please,” Damian groaned. “They won’t get off my back about it, come over.”

“Hmmm…” you grin widely, debating whether or not to let Damian get tortured by his brothers a little bit longer. “I’ll come over tomorrow.”

Part 2 here!!

[cinemaandbooks]

the human tongue, the zombie habit

[jdmorgz]

when did u get hot???

this is sooo ass but his insane face card distracts u from that. (tumblr is the first to see this edit)

TIKTOK : JDMORGZ

[hyungray]

he became from “ughhh🧠” to “UGHHH🤭😩”

[giveityourworst]

I've returned!

Okay so for wednesday!reader x hook... I'm curious to see their interactions as a couple around others, especially Uliana and her crew.

For a prompt, maybe something at Castlecoming? Like, if there was no prank/no one got detention, that is. Maybe this is their first "public appearance" together...?

Excited to see what you can do with this, haha

🕷

pairings: james hook x fem!reader

genre: fluff with an angsty/foreboding end

warnings: blood, bones, one mention of throwing up, insecurity

note: i’m so sorry that i ended this with angst, it physically hurt me to write 😭 but it was bound to happen eventually… i have an idea for a continuation set right after this if anyone wants that

previous parts: one, two, three

taglist: @akinoarte, @madijcm

hook turns the final corner, leading to the hall where castlecoming is being held, quickly shifting his sprint to a very casual saunter to pretend he hadn’t rushed here like his life depended on it—and that he’s totally cool and unbothered by the fact you had managed to slip away while he was still getting ready for the dance. 

but, you’ll always maintain it’s not your fault that your patience wore thin so quicky; it should be a punishable offence for anyone to take hours on just their makeup alone, when you’d been dressed and ready to leave within minutes of meeting your boyfriend at his dorm. 

but now, with ragged breaths and a disgruntled frown that slowly dissipates, hook finally finds you sitting on a bench outside the hall—and counts himself unbelievably lucky that, of all the places you could’ve escaped to to hide from the torturous party he’d insisted on forcing you to attend with him, you still found yourself here (and you count yourself paramountly foolish, for letting the same stupid feet that always lead you to the annoying pirate, walk you all the way here). 

(and yet, you’ve simply sat here and waited, all thoughts of leaving surmounting to wishful thinking, when you know you could never will your body to abandon him.)

you rise from your seat as he approaches, upholding an unimpressed visage, to hide the way you all but wrestle your eyes to not memorise every detail of your boyfriend all dressed up. lest you get horribly distracted by the way his eyes pierce through the dark makeup, or how his defined arm muscles peak through his stylistically loose top, or— or, worst of all, he notices your wandering eyes, and his ego impossibly inflates even more than it already has. 

he, on the other hand, has no shame in eyeing you up and down, admiring your gothic dress and odd hairstyle—and even gazes at your lips as if they’re not just as barren of makeup as they always are, as if you’re some sort of vision of beauty and not a girl who would rather die than spend your night surrounded by your obnoxious peers.

“darling,” he purrs, meeting your eyes with a ferventness that makes him look like he’s holding himself back from pouncing at you, “you look ravishing.” 

you scowl (out of disgust or in disdain for the fluttering feeling in your stomach you so wish to destroy, is anyone’s guess), “i’m leaving.” 

but an arm wraps around your shoulders with practiced speed, and you’re swiftly, smugly, guided to the foreboding doors that separate you from a night of the unenjoyable kind of hell, before you can make a run for it. 

“oh, no chance!” hook argues, holding you so tight you couldn’t slip out of his embrace if you tried. 

like taking a lamb to the slaughter, hook shoves the door open, and thrusts you into a nauseating assembly hall drowning in garish bright lights and far too much smiling. the air smells of countless different flowery perfumes that you wish you could destroy every bottle of until the world is free of lavender and roses, and you can barely breath when every two seconds there’s a sweaty body bumping into yours or a loud shriek of laughter stabbing at your eardrums. 

you lean deep into hook’s hold, in a desperate search for safety from the pink and yellow spotlights relentlessly beaming into your face, resigned to blindly following him for as long as he lets you hide in his side. 

eventually, the boom of the speakers playing music so pop-y it should be outlawed, fade away ever so slightly in whatever little corner your boyfriend finds to tuck the two of you away in. 

so—tentatively, with a judgemental squint ready to throw at whoever’s unlucky enough to walk into your line of sight—you emerge from hook’s arms, only to find something that might just be worse than a crowd of bubbly strangers. 

in front of you, appear three of hook’s closest friends, sat around the table furthest into a corner of the vast hall, all staring at you with varying levels of obvious apprehension. 

to set the record straight, you don’t care what anyone thinks about you, ever. your own boyfriend could say the same black dress you wear every day is tacky, and the most of a response he might get would be an ‘accidental’ brush with your knife-throwing practice the next day, but you’d never let it get to you. 

but, it would be wrong to assume you don’t care about anything. harrowingly, disappointingly, embarrassingly; you care about james hook. you feel maggots eating away at your shrivelled little heart when he’s feeling down, and it’s more than a general lust for violence that drives you to get revenge on anyone that wrongs him—and, he cares about what his friends think about you. 

which is the very reason why you’ve avoided meeting them for so long, and why you feel even more pressure than that of cleaning up a murder scene before it starts raining, weighing on your shoulders as three out of four of his friends stare you down unforgivingly. 

hades, appearingly unable to peal the second-skin of his leather jacket off even for a formal event, watches you closely behind the façade of indifferent eyes. beside him, sits maleficent, who stares with piercing dead eyes that could almost rival your own. and, to maleficent’s left, is uliana—who has no qualms with glaring at you like it’s only a matter of time before she’s forced to show you your place. 

you freeze under their heavy gazes, your fight or flight instincts firmly choosing stand ominously still until your opponent freaks out—as hook struggles to tug you down to sit across from his friends. 

after a tense moment of exchanged glares serenaded by hook muttering, “come on,” and the squeal of the chair legs against the shiny floor, when you swiftly tug it away from the table; you sit down. 

if you weren’t surrounded by strangers—to you, as they’re all perfectly familiar with each other, and you’re the odd one out—you’d probably plant a scorpion in your boyfriend’s pants or shave his head with a dagger for dragging you halfway across the school and presenting you in front of a group people you’ve never once spoken to, as if this isn’t one of your worst nightmares. 

but, ever purposefully oblivious to your strife, hook simply slides his arm back around your waist this time, and chats with his friends as if nothing is amiss. 

hades says something about hook being so late, to which he dismisses it with a scoff and a blatant lie that he was barely a minute behind—whilst, what you think can be aptly described as a protective pack of wolves, fill the air with a tenseness that only implies an urge for you to leave and never so much as lay a finger on their friend ever again. 

but you never give in to intimidation, and prepare yourself for the first attack as, when hades and hook’s idle conversation meets a lull, uliana appears to just about start saying something—

“watch it!” a voice hisses to a group huddled up in his way, as he awkwardly tries to hold the five glasses of punch in his hands without every single one shattering to the floor in a mess of sweetened puddles and cheap plastic fragments. 

the final of the vk’s reaches the table, as he splays the cups across the table—with a very elaborate memorised order for which one is for who—and heaves a sigh of relief. 

morgie, none the wiser to the atmosphere that your presence is to blame for, is just about to sit beside uliana, when he finally spots the outlier at the table. 

he frowns at you for a moment, before his eyes flicker with recognition. 

“hey, aren’t you the girl that cursed merlin?” he leans across the table, apprehensive of your presence with the slightest squint, but mostly overly enthusiastic to find an answer to every outlandish rumour other kids seem to have spread about you over the years, “is it true you dug up the old king’s grave?”

you instinctually recoil from the presence nearing far too close to you, while your eyes set on the cup set in front of hook, that he’s just about to take a swig from. 

you swoop in just before the cup meets his lips, simultaneously retrieving a small bottle (not much bigger than a vial) of blood red liquid from the layers of black lace decorating your dress. within a second, the awful bright green drink is overtaken by half of your bottle tipping into the cup—and just as the red seeps to the edge of the cup, you grab it, and chug it all down. 

mildly annoyed, hook huffs—whilst his friends seem to take the mild indiscretion as more of a sign of all-out war—but all you can care about, is the overwhelming sting of the drink as it claws down your throat, and the way your chest pleasantly constricts at the harsh aftereffects.   

when you finally drink the last of it, and look back around you with a newfound sense of familiarity in the liquid, you find an array of; disgust, anger threatening to boil over, shock, and rolling eyes that your boyfriend learnt from you. but most of all, what catches your eye, is maleficent, staring right at where your glass bottle still sits open on the table. 

she looks up to meet your gaze the second you catch her, and immediately doesn’t back down from what is quickly turning into some sort of silent test for strength. 

the two of your opposing stares are unrivalled in their coldness, unbreaking with an intenseness that threatens to leave any onlookers shivering in fear at what one of you might do at any given moment. 

until, after no more than a minute where discordant music fades into the backdrop of glowers, maleficent’s gaze drops from yours; back to the deep redness swirling behind glass, eyeing it with a silent question. 

hook leans down to your ear warily, as (with a hidden tremble in your hands) you barely hesitate to slide the bottle across the table to her, whispering a worried, “are you trying to poison her?” as she follows your example, and chugs down the red-infested drink with an undeniably enthusiastic speed. 

you decide, as she resurfaces with the slightest glimmer of enjoyment flickering in her eyes, that perhaps—at the very least—one of your boyfriend’s friends isn’t so bad. 

you ignore said boyfriend joining his remaining friends in perplexedness, frowning at maleficent as she tips the last drops from the bottle into the cup she snagged from her boyfriend—and instead, turn to uliana.

you’ve noticed once before, that the sea witch dresses like everyone’s watching so she might as well put on a show (but, shockingly, in a dastardly way with dark colours and a fair share of bone fragments, that doesn’t repulse you), which has been scaled up even more astonishingly tonight. her hair is styled just so that it looks like a gaping mouth, sharp teeth leering outwards in a way that you’ve already caught a handful of people recoiling at—while her layers over what must be an, admittedly impressively, handmade dress drape every which way like rotting flesh falling away from bone.

“you look like a decaying zombie,” you speak your first words of the night to the table, “like a monster under a child’s bed.” 

even though your boyfriend now knows you enough to know comments like these are actually meant positively, his hand still finds itself digging at your side nervously, as if to try to warn you against wronging the formidable villain—fearing the worst as uliana’s frown immediately deepens.

the group is submerged in a thick, fraught, smoke, as uliana’s eyes remained glued to the imposter at the table. the others hold their breaths in anticipation, as you appear impossibly at ease after—supposedly—insulting her so boldly. 

(it’s not for anyone to know that you find yourself second guessing your comment. not in fear of herwrath, but rather the fear of the aftermath where hook might just abandon you, all because you couldn’t get along with the most important people in his life.)

but then, ever so slightly, something shifts. 

for just a second, uliana’s head tilts infinitesimally, the slightest squint there and gone—before she bursts into laughter. 

it’s loud, and aggressive, and doesn’t last long before she’s grinning back at you, but it shatters the rigid air of the entire group into deep confusion. but neither of you, still, seem to care, as uliana’s eyes sparkle with mirth, and she replies to you. 

“you look like you live in a morgue.” 

and you certainly don’t smile back, but there’s a glimmer of approval at her compliment, and the slightest breath of relief that blends into the heavy gasps of dancers.

before anyone else can even process that turn of events, maleficent finally speaks to you, with a genuine lilt to her voice—no matter how hard she tries to hide any semblance of emotion other than disdain—that floods with curiosity. 

“where did you find such potent dragon’s blood?” she inquires, voice more expressive than some of her friends ever even thought possible. 

hook is thrown even further for a loop, as you begin to converse with someone you met mere moments ago as if she were as good a friend as he might be. 

“my uncle,” you just about inwardly grin at fondness for your relatives, “he’s an expert at acquiring illegal goods. he doesn’t do dealings outside of the family currently, since the attention from making it to the top of the international most wanted list is a bit overboard… but i do have a few more vials, if you want.” 

you boyfriend watches in awe as his faerie friend nods with the most enthusiasm he’s ever seen—but, more importantly, he can barely hold back a grin at your offer, all too familiar with how long it took you to come to terms with sharing things as simple as a pencil without glaring at him like he’d asked for your firstborn child. 

he can’t take his eyes off the side of your face as you glide with ease, into a discussion of asking uliana if the various shark teeth and decorative bones she’s wearing are real. he’s lost in his own world of admiring just how far you’ve come, in disbelief that the same person who once planted fire ants in his bedsheets now holds his hand under the table as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

(you run over plans in your head, of various schemes and plots of torturing your boyfriend once this night is over; terrified of risking him getting so comfortable with you that he realises you’d do anythingfor him. you have to keep him guessing, or he’ll figure out you’re still only putting in so much effort with the other vk’s because you know how much they mean to him—and you cannot let that happen, lest your protective walls crumble even more than he’s already managed to chip away at them.) 

but, as hook subtly ducks down and presses a kiss just below your jaw, and you roll your eyes at him without hesitation—even though (you’ve convinced yourself) you’ve long learnt to live with the way your heart stutters at his touch—you don’t know how to come to terms with the fact that you don’t hate sitting amongst a table of friends that chat so easily with each other; and are steadily now beind treated as one of them, a part of the group.  

and that, is a thought that sets some sort of frightful chain reaction deep inside you like lightning setting alight a dreadfully destructive spark inside you; striking you so hard in the depths of your stomach you think you might throw up. 

[hyungray]

These two pictures just gave me a whole new light. My boyfriend does this and I wouldn't have it in any other way, NEVER.

Because, I loved romantic gestures. I don't care how cheesy or whatever cringe it is. I want it all. hand kisses?. Yes. Being a gentleman?. Yessir. Flowers?. Yes Mister. Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation and is loyal?. Attack me NOW.

I do not care how a nerd or geek you are, how rich or poor you are. If you have kind manners, a kind and smart character, a loving oersonality, ATTACK ME IF YOU MUST!

What makes me weak are romantic gestures. If you catch me receiving another or maybe ANOTHER hand kiss from my boyfriend. Just prepare the whole funeral ceremony, put my favorite flowers, my best and coolest picture ever, a beautiful crafted coffin and a planned ceremony.

YOU WILL SEE A CORPSE GETTING DRAGGED.

I will—. No, scratch that. I AM A DEAD MAN.

Hand kisses just gives so much depth, no matter how “cringe” or “cheesy” it is, I WANT IT. I CRAVE FOR IT. i need it respectfully and not in a filthy way.

The kimd that's yearning. Yes. You know what I'm talking about. The hand kiss that shows a Man yearning, yearning for the approval of his Lady, yearning for extra glances, respectful and subtle touches, underlying words and hints from his beautiful, gorgeous and brilliant Lady. His Girl. His Woman. His World. His Everything.

HIS PARTNER.

[tempobaekh]

Dating So Mun headcanons

(this is a long one)

Pairing: So Mun x civilian!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, suggestive?? idk, teeny tiny spoilers from avengers: endgame?? y’all will understand when you read this THIS TAKES PLACE IN S2 BUT ALL IS WELL

A/N: I finished tuc last episodes and I’m so sad bc my weekly dose of happiness is over:(( anyways I’m falling more and more inlove with So Mun and wrote this

OKAY SO

LET'S GET STARTED

So yall met at a food stall and bonded over food

You were a regular at one of the food stalls and really loved by the old lady running the stall

She always gives you samples of new dishes or free food

Even though you would argue with her and try giving her money but she wasn’t having it

ANYWAYS

So Mun had just finished dealing with a level one spirit

Not wanting to disturb the other counters about it as it was just a mere level one spirit and was really easy to deal with

And he decided to stop by the food stalls for a quick snack bc he was feeling hungry

You were at the food stall speaking happily with the old lady

As fate would have it, So Mun found himself at the same stall as you drawn to the mouthwatering aroma of the popular dish the old lady was selling

Your guys eyes met briefly and you two felt an instant connection

As if the universe had conspired to bring yall together

So Mun decided to be the first one to struck up a conversation and asked for your recommendation among the food options

And since you were a regular and you couldn’t pass on the opportunity of speaking to the incredibly handsome man with long luscious curly hair

You decided to share your favorite food/dishes with him

You guys ended up spending the evening chatting and sharing delicious food

And the rest is history

NOW LET'S START WITH YALLS RELATIONSHIP

So Mun’s top priority is your safety

Him being a counter is also the main reason of him being protective

And bc he is just protective over his loved ones

Like he will insist on walking you home no matter what

Picking you up from places

Him always walking on the side of the road

Always holding your hand

He’d always prioritize your safety and well-being

Going above and beyond to keep you out of harm’s way

So Mun wears his heart on his sleeve and is very verbal about his love

Always providing with words of reassurance and love

So Mun did not plan in any way how to tell you about his counter side

He knew he would get a warning from Yung but just couldn’t hold back and continue to lie to you

Like mans loves you too much and cannot physically lie to you too long

So it happened one day

So Mun had just got finished with a particularly hard mission with a level 3 spirit

And something in him just had to see you no matter what

Despite the other counters asking him where he is going

Or Ms. Chu asking to heal him before he leaves where ever he is going

So Mun didn’t listen he only had one thing on his mind and that was you

While you started noticing him disappearing at odd hours

And sometimes the only time you guys would have time to talk would be through late night facetime calls

Or him saying that something urgent came up

You were patient and didn’t want to force it out of him so you didn’t ask him much about him

Besides you trust So Mun to know that he would speak with you when the time comes

One day So Mun had showed up at your door with a cut on his lip, one on his cheek and blood on the side of mouth and forehead after the mission with the level 3 spirit

When you opened your apartment door So Mun just engulfed you in a tight hug

You could also feel something wet on your shoulder where So Mun had nuzzled his face

You came to the conclusion that he was crying

You just stood there rubbing his back and whispering ‘it’s okay’ or ‘I got you baby’ while waiting for him to calm down

When he did calm down you silently dragged him to your bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat

You grabbed your supplies to clean his cuts while your hands were shaking from worry

You just silently cleaned his wounds

Having silence from So Mun was also concerning considering that he is a very talkative person

When you got done cleaning his wounds you crouched in front of him

“What happened, darling?” you asked in a gentle whisper

That’s when So Mun told you everything

Him being a counter

About the evil spirits

About the other counters

And how tonight’s mission was hard and that he felt like he had to see you instead of letting one of the counters heal him

He also mentioned how he would get a warning from ‘Yung’ for telling you this

You did scold him a bit about that

But he couldn’t hold it in anymore

Like he can never ever lie to you he loves you too much to do that

When he got done talking you just silently hugged him

Holding him close to your chest and pressing small kisses to his forehead

That’s how the rest of the night went

You comforting So Mun and him telling you more about him being a counter

And now you are even more worried and concerned about So Mun

Often waiting for his call or him when he is on mission’s

Now to be honest So Mun was kind of nervous about introducing you to the rest

They can be a bit… much sometimes

He wants everything to go smoothly

So Mun waited for the right moment to introduce you to the others

So he decides to tell the counters first

He casually drops the news when they are all having dinner together at the hideout

The moment the sentence i have a girlfriend leaves his mouth

It’s silence

Fucking silence even Jeok Bong is stunned

Before all hell breaks loose and everywhere is throwing questions at poor So Mun

“Girlfriend?” “When and how and how long!??” “How does he get a girlfriend before me!”

And when he tells them that you know about the counter part

MS CHU AND HANA GO OFF ON HIM

SCOLDING THE SHIT OUTTA HIM

But at the end they calm down and Ms Chu encourages So Mun to invite you over for dinner:))

So Mun playfully not threatens the other counters to act normal and not scare you off

When So Mun then mentioned to you about the counters wanting to meet you

You panic like what if they don't like you? What if they get mad that you know about them being counters?

You know that these people are important to So Mun

They are like his family and you want their approval

So you and So Mun agree on going to dinner and meeting the counters

Ms Chu wanted to make you her infamous and delicious noodles

At the start the vibe is slightly tense before Jang Mul breaks the silence with his booming voice

Ms Chu thinks you are very pretty, and sweet, and perfect for So Mun

Motak and Jeok Bong do not pass off the chance to tease the shit out of So Mun

While Hana has only one question:

“Why him??”

Obviously she’s joking

She’s already planning y'all's wedding in her head, and swears to protect you and So Mun more no matter what

So all of the counters adore you to put it plainly

After the dinner you come around for sleepovers with So Mun much more

Always being a part of game and movie nights with the other counters

And then end the night by cuddling and falling asleep with So Mun

So Mun’s determination and dedication in his counter duties would also translate into his relationship

If you ever face challenges or obstacles you can count on him to stand by your side and work tirelessly to overcome them

That being said he never ever let’s both of you go to bed angry after a fight even though yall dont have many of them

He cannot stand the fact of going to bed angst at you or knowing that you are angry at him

Dates with So Mun are always different

It can be a stroll in the park, cooking a meal together, movie night with lot’s of kissing as well, visiting an art gallery bc he loves art so much and you can listen to him talk for hours, late night snacks, bookstore dates, going to the amusement park, star gazing etc

Like dates with him are always so fun and loving

Bc this man uses all his love on these dates bc he just loves you so much.

So Mun has seen a lot of supernatural shit no he’d have a special appreciation for the ordinary, everyday moments you share together

Like a simple meal or a walk in the park would mean a lot to him

Speaking of art

This man has so many drawings of you

Any chance he gets he will draw you no matter what

He has so many sketches of you while you are doing different things

Bc he thinks you are so pretty

The prettiest in the whole world

The drawings can’t do justice to your beauty he insists

Movie nights with him are always fun

Like he is always down to have a marvel movie marathon with you

Cmon guy’s So Mun LOVES comics you cannot not tell me he doesn’t like marvel especially the comics

Will absolutely hold you in his arms and coo and comfort you when you sob at Tony and Natasha’s death while watching Avenger: Endgame

Like it hurts everytime

Trust me it does;((

So Mun is your biggest cheerleader in your life

Like mans is always there for you cheering you no matter what

So Mun might occasionally struggle with balancing his duties as a counter and his desire to spend time with you

There would be rare moments of conflict but he always prioritize you and your safety

WEARING HIS JACKETS!!!

(or wearing his clothes in general!!)

If you’re cold he is handing you his jacket

And since he already wears oversized ones they are even bigger on you no matter what

Like you see his closet and just snatch whatever you like

He doesn’t mind

He LOVES seeing you in his clothes

HE THINKS YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN THEM

LIKE HE SQUISHES AND PINCHES YOUR CHEEKS

AND COOS AT HOW ADORABLE YOU LOOK IN HIS CLOTHES

Physical touch is one of So Mun’s biggest love language

So he always has an arm around you

A hand on your thigh

Rubbing his thumb on your palm

Holding pinkies

ALSO

MAKEOUT SESSIONS!!

You guys have been caught more than once making out by the others

LIKe

THIS MAN LOVES KISSING YOU

NO MATTER WHAT

And he is damn good at it too

Cocky mf will smirk when he sees how flustered you get after a heated makeout session

Loves having you on his lap while kissing you

Also please tug/pull at his hair like he secretly loves it

THIS MAN DEFINITELY GROANS WHEN YOU TUG AT HIS HAIR

CURRENTLY KICKING MY FEET, GIGGLING, TWIRLING MY HAIRKSJDJSKSHDKJDK

Loves giving you hickies

Like he almost goes feral at seeing the mark that HE gave you on your neck

Mf will purposely give you one on an obvious place that you forget to cover up

And when the others see it they will be shocked

“Yah! You attacked the poor girl!”

“Your neck looks like it’s been mauled.”

But this cocky bastard isn’t fazed

Is fucking proud instead

ALSO

BEING THE MENACE HE IS

When there isn’t any place for you to sit in a setting or place

hE WILL SMIRK

FUCKING MAN SPREAD HIS LEGS

AND TAP HIS THIGH TO INDICATE THAT HE WANTS YOU TO SIT THERE

bro has too much rizz

LIKE IF YOU WALK PAST HIM AND HE FEELS LIKE IT HE WILL PULL YOU ONTO HIS LAP AND WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOUR WAIST AND LEAVE KISSES ON YOUR NECK

I'M CURRENTLY MALFUNCTIONING

Also here are some things that So Mun unintentionally does that you think is so attractive and it drives you crazy

When you are standing in the way of him

He will gently grip your waist and move you aside while softly whispering in your ear, “Excuse me, baby.”

LIKE AHHHSKDHDKSK IT JUST MAKES YOUR HEART EXPLODE

There is a noticeable height difference between you two and you find it so attractive when he slightly leans down bc he can’t hear you completely

It just makes you stutter for a moment and collect yourself

Also i feel like So Mun if the type of guy to wear gray sweatpants with either, a t shirt or a compression shirt

And that shit is so sexy

Like you can just sit and watch him in that attire train for hours

Definitely does it to tease you sometimes as well

You’ve met his grandparents and they love you sm

Especially his grandmother

She adores you

And you love her bc she is so genuinely kind hatred and sweet

“Munyoung has sent So Mun an gel to take care of him!”

You almost cried when she told you that

When you are having sleepovers with So Mun at the hideout and y'all can’t sleep you guys will just sit around in the kitchen and eat snacks

Like just sitting on the floor, your head on So Mun’s lap

His hand tangled in your hair and massaging your scalp

While eating snacks and just talking

Or sometimes when you two have too much energy yall will have a singing session

You guy’s would sing and jam out to Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, or Chase Atalantic

Istg So Mun is so Lana Del Rey and Chase Atlantic coded idc what yall say

You stand in the boxing ring pretending to be the singer giving a performance

While So Mun is outside the ring cheering you on

Acting like your biggest fan he is anyways

And cheering on encouraging words

“Yeah! That’s my talented baby!”

“You’re doing so good!”

“My pretty girl!”

You guys have been yelled at and sent to your room more than twice by Hana

Who wakes up by the noise

You always carry around multiple hair ties on your wrist for So Mun

Bc you know that he sometimes get irritated when his hair gets in his face

So you either just tie his hair in a ponytail and kiss his forehead

Or he borrows the hair tie from you and presses a kiss to your lips

He treasures all of your hair ties

Like he was on the verge of tears when he once lost your hair tie on a mission

ANYWAYS here are some pet names So Mun calls you by:

Sweetheart: So Mun uses this classic term of endearment bc it’s simple and affectionate

Sunshine: So Mun might use this one bc you bring warmth and light to his life

Precious: He values the people he cares about deeply, and this pet name would show just how important you are to him

Beloved: So Mun is a sincere and devoted guy and he would want you to know how deeply he cares for you. “Beloved” would be a heartfelt way to express his affection

Dearest: This pet name simply emphasizes that you hold a special and dear place in his heart and it’s a reflection of his genuine feelings for you

In conclusion So Mun is the most loving, precious, loyal, sweet, and caring partner

We all need a So Mun in our lives.

Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback is appreciated.

[hyungray]

GIVE ME A MAN LIKE SO MUN PLSSSS 💔🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[bloodybigwardrobe]

Sometimes George Pevensie looks at his eldest and sees not just a stranger, but an enemy. A broad-chested man with his hands tight over Edmund and Lucy’s shoulders, Susan hiding behind him, and a victorious grin full of a predator’s teeth. There is a war-honed sense of danger, along with the childish notion that Peter is a monster there to take his children away. 

He blinks, and sky-blue eyes look at him from where Peter had been helping Lucy untangle a pen from her hair. And he scolds himself, for looking at a sixteen-year-old and seeing an adult man, and seeing one with such malice as well. Peter has always been the softer sort, to a point where it used to worry George what the world might do to him. How could he project this childish image of a kidnapping monster onto his own son?

Then he blinks again. Peter’s face is streaked with gore, his eyes are red, and he is laughing with a blood-stained mouth. George gets up and leaves the room to get some fresh air. Perhaps a drink, as well.

[hyungray]

sharing this rmm

[hyungray]

Ocean Goddess, The Ocean Queen Lizzie, come back– the axolotls miss you :(😔

[hyungray]

What if Empires Smp had a different ending with The Ocean Queen?

Imagine the ocean drained and the Ocean Queen stood infront of her tower, standing on the stairs. Her skin slowly disappearing from its blue, oceanic color along with the mutations. She quickly loses her oxygen, her eyes turning white and she lost her breath. Lying on the stairs, dead.

Because of the Ocean, she can't live without it. Now it had drained, she must drain aswell. Because she was an ocean creature, her life depends on the Ocean.

Now gone with the rest of her friends because of a Tragedy.

[mika-thexd]

Pianist seishu! Who met you at 7 years old and decided to hate you the moment you opened your stupid mouth, saying stupid things, while doing your stupid ballerina twirls aren't you supposed to be shy?

Pianist seishu! Who got all bothered when you walk up to him with such a loving gaze. That he stopped making eye contact with you to calm his beating heart. It's hate he reasoned.

Pianist seishu! Who would just sigh whenever you would rest your back to the back of his toy piano, leaning into it while you expressed your undying love for him. He would just sigh and go back to playing with his piano while his eyes twitched.

"I learned something about hands today!"

"??"

"Give me your hands and I'll show you!"

reluctantly giving his hands out

"It's fun to hold!"

Pianist seishu! Who slowly fell for you and your 'charms' but he begrudgingly dismissed it, not wanting to believe it at first that he fell for you of all people. Until you pointed it out for him.

"I wouldn't marry you unless you were the last person on earth!"

"... Did you say "if" or "unless"?..."

"... I admit I said unless.."

"HOPE!"

Pianist seishu! Who started to indulge in your scenarios of the future. But all of those scenarios are always about marriage, specifically of you two.

"Some husbands like to cook..."

"... If we were married, you could do all the cooking.."

"Then what would you do?"

"I'd fold the napkins"

Pianist seishu! Who, actually took one of your scenarios seriously. Actually late for the first time in his football practice.

"Say, we've been married for 6 months..."

"And let's say I've made a beautiful tuna casserole for dinner"

"You walk into the kitchen and say "what? Tuna casserole again?"

"I'd never say that..."

"Then I say "I've worked hard into making this casserole, and all you care about is that stupid piano!" Then you walk out"

Later in football practice

"Sorry I'm late, I was in a marital dispute"

A/n

If you guys didn't figure it out it's inspired by shroeder x lucy prolly gonna make this into a oneshot

[hyungray]

THE SHROEDER AND LUCY REFERANCE??? SOBBING RN