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✶ maya xix she!her

more for this cutie cus who can resist♡

"Did you find the ice cream?"

"No, but should we get this five-pack chocolate chip cookie set?"

"Never ask such silly questions, lovely. Of course, we should."

This is exactly how most grocery runs with you and Woo-jin go. Woo-jin sometimes wishes every day could be shopping day. He can't help but love the casual intimacy of it all—his hands over your shoulder, chaste kisses on foreheads, arguing over meal prep for the week, and silly questions.

He wheels the trolley over to where you're standing in the snack aisle, and you turn around just in time to catch the grin he gives you. He grabs the box from you and drops it into the trolley. "You know I'll never say no to chocolate chip cookies, babe," he leans on the trolley as he speaks. "So why bother asking?"

"Simple. So I can place the blame on you for buying it when we finish it all in a week," you smirk and start walking along the aisle. Woo-jin has a horrified expression on his face at your confession, and you almost feel sorry for saying it. Almost. He follows you, trolley still in tow.

He steps ahead of you, steering the cart with one hand as he walks backward so he's facing you again. "I'm indulging us both with my cravings, and this is how I get treated? I'm wounded, really," he says, pressing his free hand to his chest. You can't help but notice the playful glint in his eye.

You smile and walk towards him, abandoning your hunt for the ice cream. You take the hand he has on his chest in your own, while the other reaches for his jaw, occupying itself with tracing the shape there. Woo-jin looks at you then, eyes all honey.

"I'm sorry," you say.

"That's not good enough," he murmurs. His free hand reaches out to brush a wild strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Maybe this will count as a better apology?"

You stand on your toes and tip your chin upward to meet his lips. You kiss him in the middle of the grocery store, with all the sincerity you can muster. He smiles into the kiss, and his hands find purchase on your waist. Woo-jin knows you're just joking—you'd never be cruel to him on purpose. But he loves it when he gets to bicker with you like an old married couple, even more when it ends with you melting into his arms like this.

You pull back, breathless, and he places a quick kiss on your lips—then another. He holds your face in his hand.

"Apology accepted," he pouts. "But don't think you can get out of it next time like this, pretty."

You smile at him, and he's pretty sure he's a goner. With the way you're looking at him, he's certain he'd be willing to let you off the hook more than this once.

He finally lets you go and you stumble a little, your mind still buzzing from the kiss. He catches the edge of your hoodie, and he gives it a lazy little tug, like he's reeling you back in without even thinking about it. He immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders and just smiles, all sunshine and trouble.

"Come on, pretty," he says, ruffling your hair. "We still need to find your ice cream before I carry you out of here myself."

a/n: i binged this series in literally 3 days and fell in love with woo jin. where all them fics for my bbg at???

When you almost got kicked out of your apartment after the rent nearly doubled, a friend recommended a new place. Cheap, quiet, and an "amazingly chill" roommate. By the time you moved in, you realized only two of those things were true.

The first thing you noticed the day you moved in was the boxing gloves. Hanging from the far end of the wall, they stared back at you like a warning. You were going to kill your friend. In what world is sharing an apartment with a boxer "chill"?

Just as you considered picking up your bags and marching right back down the hallway, you noticed the second thing—a pair of dark brown eyes staring straight at you.

Woo-jin stood near the door to his bedroom, hands stuffed into a faded navy track jacket. His curly hair looked tousled and damp.

"Hey," he said, glancing around you. The room was chaos—food cans, laundry, and clutter scattered everywhere. You gripped the strap on your backpack tighter, looking at him with wide eyes. "You must be the one my landlord talked about. The new roommate."

"Oh—hey. Yeah. That's me. I just came in." You were caught somewhere between the possibility of getting trampled by a gorgeous, 6-foot man and accepting your fate as a homeless person.

"I didn't know you'd be moving in today," he huffed, scratching the back of his neck. "I would've cleaned up a bit."

When you didn't answer, he looked slightly panicked. "I'm not usually this messy, I promise. It's been a busy week." He flailed his arms around, gesturing to the floor.

He suddenly stopped his rambling and flashed you a brilliant smile. "Don't you think it's time for introductions? I'm Woo-Jin." He added, still smiling, "You’ll see—I’m a 10 out of 10 roommate. Eventually."

You looked down at the fist he'd extended to you, and back at him again. He smiled even wider—if that was even possible—and winked.

This was probably a bad idea. But so was living in a cardboard box. So you nodded, set your bags down, and bumped his fist.

It's been a few weeks since you moved in, and it has to be said that Woo-jin is an entertaining person to be around. He's pulled your leg on more than one occasion, but he's also made you feel surprisingly welcome in this new space. Which is exactly why you've been standing in the kitchen for the past fifteen minutes, cutting up pork and onions to make some kimchi-jjigae as a thank you.

It wasn't anything fancy—just some rice, a few side dishes, and the stew. Still, you’d made Woo-jin promise to skip his usual stir-fried pork and come straight home after training.

"Jeez, you're gonna outdo me on this roommate thing," he'd said, shaking his head. "But no worries—as long as it tastes good, I’m reporting for dinner, ma'am," he saluted with a mock-serious face.

You chuckle, remembering the grin he gave you before heading out the door. What a total idiot. Just then, the front door creaks open, followed by the thud of sneakers hitting the floor. You sigh and glance at the rice cooling down on the stove. He wasn't supposed to come back this early—you had only just started the stew.

“Shit,” you hiss, jerking your hand back. You look down to see blood welling up from your finger and grab the nearest paper towel, pressing it down just in time.

"Guess whose amazing roommate just came back from a training session? That's right—woah, what happened here?" he stops in his tracks, staring at the paper towel you're pressing awkwardly to your hand.

You try to play it cool. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a minor slip." You lift the tissue like it’s no big deal, but the way the red's seeping through betrays you.

"That does not look like nothing," he raises one of his eyebrows and chuckles. "Sit down, clumsy. I'm gonna get you a band-aid."

"Really, it's fine-"

"Sit," he repeats, already walking toward the small cabinet near the fridge. "You're dangerous with a knife, you know that?" he mutters, half amused, half concerned.

This is stupid. He's the one getting punched for a living, and here you are, having him play nurse for you because you lost a fight with an onion. You clear your throat. "Do we even have band-aids?" you ask, trying to shift the topic to something else.

He looks at you over his shoulder and scoffs, "Of course we have band-aids. You live with a boxer now. That's basic survival prep."

You roll your eyes but give in anyway, dropping into a stool near you. He walks over to you with the kit and pops it on the counter. "Alright, let's see the damage,” he says, taking out some antiseptic.

You hesitate. "There's blood," you say looking at him like this statement will drive him away. He quirks a brow. “You think I’ve never seen blood? I just got punched in the nose twenty minutes ago.”

Woo-jin smiles triumphantly when you sigh and stretch your hand out. He takes it very gently. His fingers are calloused but warm, dabbing at your skin with antiseptic. You wince.

"Sorry," he cringes, looking up at your face. His fingers move more carefully now. He aligns the band-aid perfectly with the cut, his face bending close to your hand, brown hair catching the twilight rays from the kitchen window.

His thumb brushes your skin as he smooths the band-aid down, and for a second, his hand pauses. He has done this a hundred times—bandaging teammates, patching up his own busted knuckles—but this feels oddly different. He tells himself it’s just the lighting. Or maybe he's just tired from training so hard.

He clears his throat, pulling back and turning to put the kit away. You flex your fingers a little, testing the bandage. "Thanks," you say, a little quieter than you'd meant to. He glances back at you with a crooked smile.

“Anytime,” he says, giving you a mock bow. “But next time you try to impress me with pork stew, maybe don’t lose a finger.” You snort, and the weird tension lifts a little.

sirius black x gn!reader

the night sky is clear and devoid of stars. with no cover to hide, the moon's light illuminates the path. sirius hums a tune that seems born from the night itself, it fills the silence on your walk home and so is a welcome reprieve. there is a comfort in the way his hand entwines in yours.

"i love you," sirius declares suddenly. he's said it a million times before, but your heart still skips a beat. you turn your head, and his grey eyes hold your gaze.

the remnants of the party linger on your face. the lipstick you wore is now a mere whisper of colour. your mascara is smudged. yet, he looks at you with such reverence it makes you feel special.

"whenever you walk into a room, i sense your presence. i did tonight; when remus and i were smoking under the awning. and i know you do too," it was true. something deep within you always knows of his arrival before your eyes do. it is something innate, something you feel deep in your bones, and words fail you when you wish to describe it.

"it's as if our very atoms recognize each other," you reply. you think maybe it is an absurd answer, but sirius smiles anyway.

his free hand wipes the glitter on your cheek. the slight autumn chill kisses your neck, soothing the sudden warmness coursing through your body. your eyes glitter with all the love you wish to express in that moment.

"perhaps they do," he says, the words weaving themselves into the fabric of the universe.

arcade date with steve harrington<3

james plunks the last batch of cupcakes in the oven. he's been experimenting in the kitchen ever since he found his mother's old cookbook under the bed. safe to say, his culinary skills are not the absolute worst.

today, he's making the special cupcakes effy made him when he was still 5. when you offered to help, he lifted you up and placed you on the counter, distracting you with a kiss.

"you can help me by sitting there and looking pretty, angel" he grins. whatever. he always lets you lick the spoons after, so you don't mind.

now, he moves towards you and cages you with his big hands. the soft glow of the oven illuminates one side of your face. the halo almost makes you look like a god. a very pretty god, he thinks

his eyes crinkle as you cup his jaw and kiss his lips. "have I done my duty well?" you ask as your hands settle on his shoulders.

"too well, 'm afraid," he smiles sweetly. "would you like your reward now?"

"do i blow now, dove?"

"wait 1, 2- yes, go on, birthday boy!"

sirius blows out the candle on his birthday cake - well, cupcake. you click the pictures. the dingy overhead lighting casts gloomy shadows on his angular face.

it was his idea - to spend the first moment of his special day like this. you were quite surprised but agreed nonetheless. when he was a kid, his parents used to throw him big parties with lots of people and lots more gifts. he was a black, after all. all that changed when he was sorted into gryffindor, and he doesn't fancy a return to the old tradition. so here he is, a minute past midnight, with cheap icing on his cheek and dreams in his heart.

"ok now i get to take a picture of my very lovely girlfriend," he snatches the camera from your hand and winks, "as a birthday present."

you protest, but forget why you wanted to when you see sirius grin from ear to ear. he's always been a charmer. you sigh.

later, you're walking, hand in hand, back to your shared apartment. it's almost 4. you ask him what he wished for. he thinks about a hundred more birthdays like this one. quiet, simple, with the people he loves most by his side. he won't tell though, says it's bad luck.

sirius black is the biggest flirt. he knows it. everyone knows it. and he makes sure that you know it, too.

he would definitely pass you notes in class. most of the time, he tells you about something stupid james said. ( maybe he slips in a subtle compliment or two about your hair or smile once in a while, but hey, who's counting )

makes secret mixtapes with songs that remind him of you :)

you're always willing to lend a shoulder whenever something goes down back home during the breaks or when he receives a particularly nasty letter from his parents

sirius is not sure what he's done to deserve your kindness.

he tags along with you to do homework in the library but gets distracted and stares at you the whole time.

on one such occasion, he's gawking at you like a fool and is mumbling to himself about how he wants to kiss you. only when you stare back at him, brows raised, does he realise he's said it out loud.

he's scrambling to somehow fix what he said but only digs himself deeper. he ends up telling you about his huge crush on you.

you laugh and tell him that you like him too. sirius thinks his chest is about to explode, but he's too happy to pay any mind.

james potter's crush on you is totally obvious to everyone. he thinks he is very good at hiding it but nope.

you're probably the only one who doesn't realise it, though.

he always calls you pretty nicknames just to see the way you brighten up when you hear them.

remus is always giving james advice on how to "woo" you (you've already confided in him that you like james, but he's a firm believer in letting things take their course )

totally the jealous type.

whenever he sees someone trying to flirt with you or ask you out, he's glowering wrathfully at the person.

they always scurry away before you can reject them give them a response.

he always looks for you in the crowd during his games. it makes his whole day when he sees you cheer for him.

he's always saying stuff he's sure you'd find funny. something akin to fondness blooms in his chest when you laugh at one of his jokes.

one day, sirius grows tired of james gushing about you all the time and decides to speed things along.

he calls the both of you to the common room and says, "snog each other and get over it" and promptly walks out, leaving you both stunned.

james decides there's plenty of time to do a lot of that; after he takes you on a date first.

remus lupin is a hundred percent sure that he's made to love you.

most people think he's a bit scary because of how he looks, but he's actually a really big softie (especially 4 u) <33

just the hugs he gives might send you to heaven

you both first met at the library when you accidentally grabbed the same book as him. you hit it off from there.

he always goes out of his way to meet you in the library and talk about the books you're reading.

he occasionally gives you a list of the books he thinks you might like.

soon, you're introduced to the rest of the marauders.

they happily allow you to tag along with them when they're going to hogsmeade together. remus takes your hand and pulls you away from the group once in a while to check out some of the shops.

he loves to hear you talk. whatever you're in the mood to talk about, he's willing to listen for hours.

very protective over you. of course he gives you your own space, but if he finds someone messing with you or making you uncomfortable, he's by your side in an instant.

really, an angel sent from heaven.

after a lot of contemplation, you finally ask him out on a date.

he says yes of course.