[3:06am]

[3:06am]

Still come to my shows when you don't wanna see my face.

You were an R & B singer who sang in lounges. And Dean hardly fits in, in these kinds of places, around the people and the music. But for you he showed up just to support you. He never sat in the back, always in the front so you could see him. Even after pity fights between you two when he said he would never attend another show, he was always present. Front row. Lip syncing your songs. Dean's a proud boyfriend. He never missed the chance to tell people sitting nearby: "That's my girlfriend. She's a talented singer, right?” And he would have the biggest smile on his face.

[1:05am]

Jungkook was telling you a story. It was stupid as hell, but you listened anyway so you could watch his eyes light up at the most exciting parts. And you liked how loud his voice got with the more dramatic parts. Your eyes fell to his lips. If you kissed him now in the middle of his sentence, he'll probably think you didn't want to hear him talk. The truth was, you could listen to Jungkook talk for hours, even if it was about nothing. He was captivating in his own unique way. His name is what you drew hearts around in your notebooks and who all your songs were written about. And you hated how a guy like Jungkook had you deeply infatuated with him. He made you feel things. Things you didn't like but secretly they felt nice.

La Mocosa — Miguel O’Hara x SpiderThorn (oc)

Comic Height Miguel (5’10)

Mostly SFW//Mature Language

Google translate Spanish <3

Miguel tries to scold a mentally unwell woman who’s taller than him.

Requested by @unique-high

SpiderThorn has been called into 2099’s office for her many “shenanigans” around the complex. Pranking spiders, breaking rules, playing around during missions— her constant use of ‘Fuck’ ‘Shit’ and other types of foul language. She had been recruited for her obvious power as a spider-woman. Not to mention, her venom. That definitely caught Miguel’s eye, of course she wasn’t the only spider-woman who caught his eye, but she was definitely.. the loudest. Miguel tapped at the screens blaring brightly in the dim-lit room he called his office. Standing on the tall platform, he saw the doors being opened in the corner of his eye, the light from the complex slipping in before suddenly being slammed shut. ‘Of course.’ He thought, ‘Break my fucking doors why don’t you?’. He groaned, shaking his head before placing his left hand on his waist. The definition of sass.

He looked down to the woman entering, listening close as she started to speak. Her voice was more elegant than she was as a whole, yet deep. She definitely had an accent, he knew she was mixed. He believed people called it ‘blasian’ or something stupid like that. “Heyyy, uh, so ya needed me Miguel?”, She spoke loud, her voice echoing in the large area. She stood tall, those damn boots.. he questioned how she could fight in them, considering how tall those platforms and the fucking heels! They were at least six inches. “Miguel?” He jolted, realizing he zoned out. He grunted in response, clenching his jaw before turning. “Thorn,” He paused, thinking for a moment “I believe you know why I called you here, la mocosa?”. The eye’s of her mask imitated a confused expression, before she placed her own hands on her hips.

“No, not really. So, can you tell me? If that’s not too much of a fuckin’ as—“ He interrupted, letting a low growl out as he spoke, “Language, this is one of the reasons, you need to watch your mouth!”. This startled her, Her eyes widening as if offended, “Well excuse me, figured I had a right to speak how I fuckin’ wish Miguel.” She brought her arms up and folded them, growling right back. This only annoyed Miguel, as he suddenly jumped and swung down, landing in front of her.. his hulking figure moving towards her, making her jump a little. “¡Cierra el pico!” He now stood tall infront of her, furrowing his thick brows and scowling at her, “This isn’t about your damn freedom of speech, it’s your attitude! You need to learn to take this seriously!”. He poked at her shoulder, his eyes glistening red for just a moment.. Thorn stared, before the eyes of her mask narrowed into a glare. She was slouched, but now she stood up straight.. towering over the man.

He stood, a little shocked but not deterred, even when she hissed out her response. “How about you hop off my dick, dude.” That’s all she said before she pushed him, it was a surprisingly hard shove, enough to send him onto his ass. His eyes widened in anger and shock, now turning his head up to Thorn— “OCTAVIA.” He spoke out her name in a pissed tone, getting up with his claws out, “You WILL obey me, ¡la mocosa!”. She still stood, unmoving, “Like hell I will, limp dick, by the way what the fuck does ‘la mocosa’ or whatever mean. The fuck you calling me?!” She snapped, flexing her hands at him in an aggressive manner, showing her large sharp claws in those damn gloves of her suit.

He stared, flabbergasted that this woman was so brave to threaten him. He was in complete shock, how dare she?! He growled back, walking close to her again.. “It means brat you INSOLENT—“ He stopped, and took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his jaw. “You are such a pain.” He said, his tone filled with his pent up frustration. She only laughed, relaxing as she watched his reaction “Man, you really are a fucking dick. Calm the fuck down, dude.” Her mask imitated a smile using the eyes, her now leaning in close to his face. “Getting worked up over a few pranks, huh. Pussy, can’t people take a fucking joke?” Her pranks were more or less childish, pretending to almost fall to her death but catching herself at the last second though was not. She suddenly hunched over him, pushing him into the nearby wall and caging him in with her own large figure.

“You’re adorable, Miguel. Really, I mean it.” She whispered, giggling all the while he had an expression of confusion, anger, slight embarrassment, and her scent was starting to drive his mind crazy. She smelled spicy almost, yet very alluring at the same time. He could smell her musk from moving all day, it was almost lustrous— it filled his nostrils and made his mind blank a bit. Miguel sputtered, whispering back “Wh- What?”. This just made her laugh harder, before pulling her mask off, all her fluffy locs frizzing out and cascading down her back.. She tugged the front of her turtleneck down, revealing the rest of her face and her thin lips. “I said you’re adorable, damn.. is old age gettin’ t’ ya? Already? Damn.” She teased, before bringing her face closer until her lips were inches apart from his. Miguel’s heart was skipping and racing all at once, his brain trying to process all that was happening. Should he be violent, should he kiss her— wait why would he KISS this bitch?! He wasn’t entirely sure, but fuck that smell was making him feel intoxicated.

“Miguuueeelll.. You good? You’re zoned out..” she cackled, her right hand moving onto the man’s waist— making him flinch and react with his hands on her shoulders pushing her back. “Out.” He shuddered, speaking sternly. She made a face, raising an eyebrow “huh?—“ “OUT. NOW.” Miguel shouted, his fangs showing. She was confused, but shrugged, “uhh..’kay.. bye?” And then she left, completely confused about how he reacted. Miguel watched as she left, and when she was completely gone and he made sure of it.. he sighed, grunting “Lyla—“ she appeared beside him, with a big smirk “…cancel my meetings for today.. tell them I fucking died.” Lyla laughed, and nodded, giving two thumbs up and finger-guns, “Gotcha Miguel, I gotcha!”. Miguel sighed, facepalming and dragging his hand down his face.. Before going to his desk chair and.. staring in dismay at the growing boner he now had to attend to.

“…Dios mio..”

Translations

¡Cierra el pico! - Shut your mouth!

Dios mio - My god

Ateez with their short s/o

Requested: Ateez's reactions to their short s/o tries to jump on the countertop to reach something.

A/N: I am so sorry it took me a while to actually get to this. But hopefully, you still enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Seonghwa: When he sees you trying to jump on the countertop. He rushes over standing behind you with his arms out ready to catch you if you fall. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He would ask in a slight panic. All you wanted to do was get your favorite snack without bothering your boyfriend. When you almost fell back. Seonghwa freaks and helps you down, scolding you a bit before he reaches up to grab your snack for you.

Hongjoong: At first he doesn't pay any attention to what you are doing. He watches you jump up and down to try to get what you want. "Uh, Y/n do you need help?" he would ask. You'll tell him "N-No I got it." As you struggled to get what you wanted. He would watch you as you climb up the countertop. He's scared thinking you were going to hurt yourself. He stands behind you. Carefully watching each of your movements. His reflexes are fast when he thinks you made a wrong move. Stressing him tf out.

Jongho: He rushes up to you when he sees you on the countertop trying to reach for your favorite package of Ramen. “You're going to hurt yourself y/n here. Let me help you.” He would say. But you're very adamant about getting the ramen yourself without his help. “I got this!” You would say. But clearly, you didn't then slip off the countertop scaring the shit out of Jongho. He catches you. Checking to see if you are okay.

San: When he walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to jump up on the countertop. He comes over to you. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?!” He would say. He has told you a million times if you couldn't reach something, come and ask for his help. But there was that part of you that wanted to be independent enough to get something yourself without his help. “I'll get it for you.” he's sweet about. Kisses the top of your head.

Yeosang: Seeing you on the countertop puts him in protective mode. He tries not to freak out because he doesn't want you to freak out because he's freaking out. He uses a gentle voice as he talks to you helping you down. He knows you have been trying not to bug him about getting things for you that were high up. But Yeosang would rather you bug him nonstop to get whatever you wanted. “Y/n, what if you were to hurt yourself?” He would say. A kiss to your hairline.

Mingi: He watches you for a second to see what you're trying to do. When jumping up, trying to grab the cereal doesn't help you. You decide to climb up the countertop. He rushes up to you looking up at you. “Get down before you fall!” He would say. Of course, you didn't think you would fall. You did this a bunch of times when he wasn't home, so you were good until you tried getting down with the cereal and fell into Mingi. He scolds you but makes sure his girl isn't hurt.

Yunho: Yunho had gotten you a step stool a few months ago. That way, you could use it to reach for what you needed. But according to you, you were tall enough to reach for anything and refused to use the step stool. So when he walks into the kitchen and sees you on top of the countertop trying to get bowls for dinner, he's a little upset and afraid you would fall if you weren't careful. He helps you down and flicks your forehead and you pout. “Listen here shorty use the step stool next time. I don't care how tall you think you are, but you're too short to be doing this. You could hurt yourself and I don't wanna see my girl hurt.” he would tell you.

Wooyoung: He did freak out seeing you on the countertop. He's cussing in Korean and trying to get you to come down. You roll your eyes at your boyfriend as you reach for a package of your favorite cookies. “Y/n are you crazy? Why didn't you ask for my help?” he would say as he helped you down. “Because I could get it myself.” You would tell him. He pinches your cheeks. “No, you couldn't if you were climbing up on countertops. Next time, get a chair or come get me.”

Sleepover | San x Blk Fem reader

Summary: You're excited yet nervous about your first sleepover with your boyfriend, San, who is super in love with you.

REQUESTED BY ANON.

Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff (Just know I tried)

You stood back with your hands on your hips admiring your handy work. If building forts were an actual job, you'd make good money. It's decked on the inside with pillows, fairy lights, your squishmallows, blankets to keep warm, a basket of snacks, and the TV.

This was the first time that your boyfriend, San, was sleeping over. It needed to be something special. Something fun. So you told San, “Let's have a sleepover!”

Just as much as you were excited about the idea, so was he. You had a lot planned for the night but didn't think you two could make it to everything on the list. But sleepovers aren't actually meant for sleeping, so maybe you two would mark everything off the list.

You changed into your pajamas. And one last time you check the fort making sure it is up to code and won't come falling down on you and San. The doorbell rings. You rushed to the door, sliding down the hall in your socks.

“San!” You yelled as you yanked open the door.

He's smiling holding his squishmallow. He's in a matching pajama set like yours.

“Hey, Babe. You look really cute.”

Your cheeks burn a little.

“So do you! Come in.”

San steps in. He leans towards you placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though You and San have been dating for a little while now, you still aren't used to the little things that he does. So it made your heart race.

“I'm excited to be spending the night,” he said as he stepped into the living room. “Wow, you built this?”

“Yup. The hard labor paid off in the end,” you said.

San put his squishmallows inside the fort with yours. You grabbed San by the forearm and spun him around.

“I made a list of everything we're doing tonight.”

“What's first on the list?”

“Making heart-shaped pizzas!”

You gestured for your boyfriend to follow you into your small kitchen. Everything was laid out on the kitchen table in the corner. You washed your hands first and then San after you. You both sat at the table. San opens the cans of Pillsbury pizza dough and the tomato sauce.

As you're making the pizza with him. There's the conversation in between belly-aching laughter that makes you feel warmer. San was having a hard time forming his pizza dough into a heart. It looked like something deformed. So you fixed it for him. San spreads the tomato sauce on the pizzas and you go in with the mozzarella cheese and mini pepperonis, making a smiley face on the heart pizzas. You preheat the oven and when it is ready, San put the pizzas into the oven.

You popped some mini pepperonis in your mouth as you hopped up on the countertop. San stands in between your legs and you feed him a pepperoni.

“What's your favorite thing in the whole wide world?” You ask.

San thinks long and hard. Then his lips pulled into a smile.

“My favorite thing?”

“Yeah.”

“That's a hard one,” he said. “I wouldn't say a thing, though. But a person.”

“Who is your favorite person, then?”

You feed him another pepperoni.

“Well, it's this girl. She has a really pretty smile. Makes my heart skip a beat with just a look. And she has a really pretty name, too. I think you know her. Her name is Y/n?” San laughed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. You were never someone's favorite person, and It so felt nice.

San touches your arm letting his fingertips drag along your skin, leaving goosebumps. There's a moment when it felt like the world slowed down just a bit for the two of you. It's sudden. Yet sweet. When San leans in and kisses you.

He laced his fingers with yours. You hear your heartbeat in your ears. When San kisses always seemed like magic. Silly. But his kisses did.

You and he are so lost in the little kiss that the pizzas are forgotten.

***

The pizzas burnt in the oven.

You and San laughed about it over the takeout you both were eating inside the fort.

“So we burnt the pizza. What's next on the list that we can't burn?”

“Making friendship bracelets!”

After eating. You ran to your room to grab the clear containers of beads you had picked up from Target earlier that day. Crawling back into the fort, you hand one to San. You both sat cross-legged in front of each other. San turned on the TV and logged into his Spotify. He played the playlist he made for you the second week of the relationship. The playlist was named “To The Pretty Girl Who Stole My Heart.”

San made his friendship bracelet with your favorite colors and his name. And yours for him had flower beads with letter beads that spelled out “forever yours”

“It's nice, isn't it?” You ask as you put your bracelet on San.

“Yeah. I'm never taking it off. I can't wait to show the guys!” he said, smiling.

You met San's friends before. A bunch of chaotic guys that were fun to be around.

San puts his bracelet on you and you admire it like it is an expensive tennis bracelet. It was better than that.

“I'm never taking mines off either!” You threw yourself onto San, knocking him onto his back. He smiles at you with love in his eyes.

San was absolutely crazy about you. He placed a kissed on forehead. “I love you Y/n.” He whispered.

His love for you is big.

After the bracelet making the next thing on the list was taking Polaroid pictures.

San held the Fuji camera, you are behind him. He counts to three and you both make a silly face. San said he was keeping that one in the back of his phone case. Then there was one of you both kissing, that one would at the back of your phone case.

A couple more photos were taken and you and San traded them like Pokemón cards. San really wanted all the cute photos of you, only so he could brag to his friends that he had the cutest girlfriend in the world.

“Dance off!” You shouted.

San laughed.

“We both know who will win.”

“Me of course.”

“Thats cute you think that babe.” San pinches your cheeks and pulls them.

San is up first busting out his killer moves, making funny sexy faces as he runs his hands down his body.

“Booo!” You give a thumbs down.

San grabbed one of the squishmallows from the fort and threw it at you, but you're quick and doughed the mallow.

“Let's see what you got then, Y/n.”

You did in fact show San what you got. Showing him the dance routine you've been saving just in case you ever did need to pull the moves for a dance-off. He falls over in laughter, clutching his sides, kicking his feet.

“Wow, you have no rhythm at all.”

You stopped dancing giving your boyfriend the evil eye. “Well I'm sorry not everyone can be a sexy dance God.”

San sits up smirking.

“So I'm sexy?” he wiggled his brows.

“Did I say sexy?” You play dumb batting your eyes.

“You did.”

“Well, I didn't mean to say that.”

San reached up grabbing your hand pulling you down between his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He loved the way you smells. It was comforting.

“Well, I think your sexy.” he mumbles against your skin.

Your face goes hot.

“Oh, hush.”

“Don't like hearing the truth?” he teases you.

You smiled a little saying, “I do.”

“Sexy, Sexy, Sexy.” He laughs.

***

Next on the list was to do facemasks and watch TV inside the fort while cuddling the squishmallows. There was a new show on Netflix that you wanted to watch with San.

But instead of watching the show you were staring at San. He's cute with his hello kitty facemask.

“What?” San asks as he popped some Skittles in his mouth.

“Oh... Oh, nothing I was just–” You looked back at the TV.

“Staring at me being a creep?” he teased you.

You take your squishmallow you're cuddling and hit him with it. San screams. You settle back down and look at the TV screen. He stuck his tongue out at you when you weren't paying attention.

“San?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how I'm your favorite person?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you're my favorite feeling.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

He smiles so hard that his cheeks ached.

“It's really nice knowing I'm your favorite feeling,” San said as he rested his head on top of yours. “I hope to be your favorite feeling forever, Y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked it anon. I tried my best with cute and fluffy stuff. 😭

this is how you fall in love | Mingi ff

Mingi x fem! tomboy blk reader

INTRO CHAPTER HERE

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

More details: you are a tomboy who doesn't have luck with dating boys because they saw you as one of the boys. You are too boyish for them to find cute. And when you tried to be girly it seemed forced. You have a crush on this guy named Yunho who couldn't bother to call you by the correct name. And then there was the boy you didn't like, Mingi and the feeling was mutual.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a slice of life romance, teenagers daily life's. Angst and fluff, and rocky relationship with parent.

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