#{{i'm sorry for him sometimes he just... says things---}}

[i-like-loserz]

hey so. i had an idea about bottom mingi.

i have a strong sense that he has a thing for cowgirl. but imagine he wanted to try and top for the first time (in a long time) and slapping his ass playfully and teasing him cause hes trying to hype himself up or something but it doesn't work and you just end up riding him 🙈🙈

our cute pillow princess ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

cw: explicit (18+), sub!mingi, afab!reader, adorable boyfriend vibes, tit-play, mention of hickies, he tries lol -- no actual penetration :( IM SORRY ANON THIS ONE-SHOT WENT ITS OWN WAY

note: anon. your mind. it's beautiful.

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before you can thread your fingers into his pretty hair and teasingly tug on it the way you know he likes, large hands take a hold of your wrists and pin them on either side of your head.

the coolness of his rings press into your warm skin, exciting your senses as he presses his body against you. sometimes you forget just how big he is. usually, he's the one laying under you, begging for your touch with a broken tone that slips easily from his pretty lips. this time, his deep voice is steady as he holds you against the mattress.

"tonight i'm gonna take control."

"oh, yeah?" you challenge.

it's amusing when mingi gets into these moods -- thinking that he can be the big bad boyfriend for the night when, in reality, he's the one melting for you from a single kiss.

maybe this idea came up because of the way you're dressed. there's something about seeing you in his shirt and nothing else that makes him believe you've grown soft.

it could be the way the hem brushes over your mid-thigh, highlighting the size difference between the two of you. or how the stretched-out collar fails to hide the hickies he (desperately) left on your skin the day before.

your wrists are now held by one hand above your head as his other drags your shirt upwards, revealing your body to the cool air of the room. you hear the faint sound of his breath hitching when he notices the lacy underwear you are wearing underneath.

"have you been wearing these all night?" he hooks a finger around the delicate waistband before letting it snap back. it fits you like a glove. his hand presses against the thickness of your thigh for a moment as he tries to control his reactions. he can't give up that easily.

"i was wondering when you'd notice..." you say slyly, arching your back to press your body against his. he immediately pushes you down, refusing to give in.

"why're you acting so needy? hm?" you recognize those words. you've said them to him plenty of times. of course, mingi can only regurgitate what's already been said to him.

you decide to humor him.

you round your eyes and stare up at him, a small pout on your lips, "i can't help it, i've been waiting for you all day."

"really?"

"mingi~ won't you touch me? " your voice is high pitched and sweet as you play the role. "give me what i need? i feel so empty without you."

his expression softens and hand shifts on your hip to lightly caress your skin. you ignore the way it makes goosebumps trail up your body. you're too enamored by the cute boba eyes of your sweet, naive boyfriend.

"you need me?" he cups your covered cunt which already throbs with want, "don't worry baby, i'll take care of you." he says confidently -- as if he's a hero saving his damsel in distress. aw, how sweet and caring~

"can i...touch you too?" you ask timidly, playing up your shy expression. mingi is a sucker to please you. and even when he tries to teach you a lesson, or "punish" you, he ends up playing right into your hand. whether he realizes it or not.

"o-okay," he quickly releases your wrists from his hold, "that better?" you hold back a smile from how adorably serious and attentive he's being.

he'd be such a good daddy... that is, if he could ever keep up with the role. but you much prefer him under you, if anything.

you immediately put your hands on him, greedily feeling over his broad shoulders and firm chest. "perfect." his body tenses as your hand moves downwards, dragging over his covered abs to feel over his hard cock. you're already salivating at the thought of his hard cock weeping for you.

he unconsciously bucks against your hand, loving how it perfectly presses against him to relieve some of that pressure. but before you can get far, he has enough self-control to pull your touch away.

"b-baby...t-this wasn't how it was supposed to go."

"how was it supposed to go then?" you tease, already settling back into your regular role.

"i'm supposed to be touching you and you're supposed to be begging me."

"then touch me, mingi," you place your arms back at your side, allowing him free rein of your body, "please~"

he takes the opportunity to push your shirt up to your chin, leaving you nearly naked underneath him as you aren't wearing a bra to cover yourself. warm hands cup over your tits, feeling the plushness of your curves before teasing your sensitive buds with the pads of his thumbs.

your body shivers and arches from his touch as he gently tweaks your hard nipples with his fingers. sparks of pleasure swiftly travel down to your core with every movement he makes.

you look at him from under your lashes, eyes dark as you let him play with your body. this whole time he's focused on your every reaction, eager to please you.

"you're so pretty..." he groans, "fuck, you make me so hard all the time."

"i know baby," you sigh, "you're such a good boy for me." you can't help but praise him when he's making you feel good.

he doesn't like that. at least, not when he's the one on top.

he gets all pouty, "babe, i'm trying to be sexy right now!"

"you are sexy, mimi~" you coo, "very sexy." you sit yourself up and mingi lets you, not even bothering to protest. you both know where this is going, especially when you have that look in your eye.

he huffs, "i told you to stop calling me that. it sounds like you're talking to a small dog or something..."

"okay, then what should i call you?"

"call me...sir."

"sir, you've been working so hard today," you praise, briefly gesturing to the sizable tent under his sweatpants as you lean closer to him, "maybe i can take care of you? just this once?"

"ok, but next time it'll be my turn." he argues as he leans back so you can straddle him, "seriously."

"of course, baby, next time." you agree.

[ssahotchnerr]

Begging and pleading for reader hosting a dinner for the team since they just finished a rough case. No one knows her and Hotch are together, but start getting suspicious when he just?? Knows where everything is in the apartment?? Like he’s been there before??

right at home

i loveee a classic the-team-is-finding-out 🤭 cw; fem bau!reader, established relationship, mentions of food and drinking, fluff <3 wc; 1k

Sometimes, a little team bonding was the only thing needed to recover from a tough week.

After a brutal case that left everyone with a bad taste in their mouth, you jumped at the opportunity to host a gathering at your apartment. It was clear no one wanted to go home just yet; the darkness of the case hung over your heads and made the idea of being alone so soon unbearably daunting.

It wasn't anything extravagant, coming straight from the jet; ordering delivery from a local cafe - a slight, healthier alternative to  the usual takeout consumed on cases. Forgoing formal seating at your kitchen table and instead crowding on the carpet around your coffee table, a movie playing in the background, offered a casual and comfy atmosphere.

Sitting next to Aaron, you wished you could lean over and rest your head against his shoulder. Just for a second. Just long enough to breathe out some of the weight clinging to your ribs. You were glad the team was comforted by being together, but all you needed was Aaron. Only him and then you would be able to put this case in the past.

Plus, it's been a few days since you’d been physically affectionate. Long days in the precinct and out in the field made finding a private moment impossible, and with the team unaware of your relationship, it was impractical to do so much as hold his hand without being behind a closed door.

Little did they know, his overnight bag lay discreetly in your bedroom.

As if he could hear your thoughts, his eyes found yours, a gentleness to them as he silently checked in. Your own eyes briefly softened, relaying that you were fine.

"I'm so happy you all made it home to me unharmed and all in one piece." Penelope commented, her eyes flashing with relief. "Thank good gracious that's over."

"You and us both baby girl," Derek answered, dipping a veggie in some dressing. But as condiments with a thin consistency often did, it dripped off his piece of celery and onto the carpet before he could bring it to his mouth.

He grimaced, an apology in his eyes as they shot to yours. "Shit, I'm sorry mamas."

You waved it off, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them. "No worries. Nothing a bit of carpet cleaner can't fix."

"I got it." Aaron didn't hesitate, scrambling up and heading to your hall closet.

The quiet hum of conversation continued on. But after a moment, JJ’s expression shifted; a flash of confusion appearing so abruptly, it was impossible to miss.

How did Hotch know where you kept your cleaning supplies?

"JJ?" Emily asked, her wine glass pausing at her lips. "Something wrong?"

"No." She tentatively shook her head, but her eyes stayed on you, searching your face as if trying to read the things you weren’t saying.

And you weren't saying much. Oblivious to JJ's stare, you weren't acting out of the ordinary at all - taking a sip of your drink, eyes flickering back and forth amongst the conversation. But as Aaron re-entered the room, your face lit up the smallest amount. He handed the carpet scrubber to Morgan, and reclaimed his spot next to you.

You looked relaxed, happy.

Aaron did as well. Too relaxed and too happy, as if he felt at home.

JJ did, however, nudge Emily with an elbow. One that read: start paying attention.

"Morgan, make sure you-"

"I know how to clean a carpet, Hotch." Derek bantered quickly, causing a smile to tug on the ends of Aaron's lips, cheekily looking in your direction as a laugh escaped you. Satisfaction pulled onto his face.

Emily's eyebrows rose. Oh.

The next instance that brought questioning, you all had congregated to the kitchen - another round of drinks for some. As Emily distributed the wine, Aaron took it upon himself to help you rinse off dishes and put them away. Handling it in advance, and saving the two of you time later.

As far as the rest of the team was aware, this was the first time you’d had any of them over. Usually, everybody would meet at Dave's house (mansion, he would correct) or eat out at one of the many establishments populating DC.

But Aaron acted with practiced ease. He didn't ask you where something belonged, no lost expressions filled his face as he tried to determine where something maybe belonged. He just knew.

Spencer's eyes followed him, weighing all the variables. Sure, your dishes were in the closest cupboard to your sink; logically that made sense. Rather convenient, a quick and easy unload, especially given at your height. Was it common sense, or prior knowledge?

But what did he know? Genius or not, he’d never been good at reading subtle cues like those.

Aaron's hand even brushed the small of your back as he passed - something that could've easily been dismissed as a casual, friendly gesture - the kind people make when squeezing by. But there was a quiet familiarity to it, a natural ease, as if he'd done it countless times before.

-

"Are you heading out too?" Dave asked Aaron, his eyes narrowing at him in suspicion. It had gotten late, and everyone had begun streaming out - grabbing coats and tossing goodbyes left and right.

Meanwhile, Aaron lingered quietly in the background, his shoulder pressed lazily against the wall with his arms loosely folded. There was no urgency in his posture - just a calm stillness, as if he had all the time in the world and nowhere in particular to be.

"Why wouldn't I?" Aaron feigned confusion, suddenly debating putting his shoes on to make it more believable.

But he was soon distracted by you - giggling wildly as Penelope refused to release you from her tipsy embrace. Your laughter echoed through the room, unbothered and bright, as JJ - her ride home - attempted to unlatch her from you. Aaron's lips lifted in an almost-there smile.

"Mhm." That answered that. Dave smirked, a wise and knowing glint in his eyes. "Hope you two have a good night."

[ssentimentals]

Hi honey, first I want to congratulate you on your 1.8k! ♡ Next, I want to ask you for number 11 with Seungcheol and angsty. But could I add anything else? Something like Cheol doesn't want to sleep alone in the bed because he's gotten used to sleeping with you, and also, the bed smells like you. Thank you so much ♡

hi, dear! thank you soo much 💜 of course you can add it, i'm always happy when you guys make your request specific, at least that way i have more hope that you'll like it in the end :') thank you for requesting!

prompt: 'i'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house'

'i swear to god, seungcheol, one more word and i am getting out of here.'

seungcheol stills. it stings; the fact that you're so mad at him that you better leave your own house than stay here with him stings, but he knows he deserves it. the truth is, seungcheol is just as lost at the whole 'we will figure out this life together' shit as you are and sometimes he trips and makes mistakes and falls.

'go,' you say in a tired voice. all your anger faded away and you look so fragile that his heart squeezes. 'i can't be in the same room with you.'

these words are horrible. the way they hurt him make seungcheol wonder how bad he fucked up, how irreversible the damage is; has he lost you? for good? 'don't do it,' he croaks out. 'let's talk this out-'

'i don't want to talk anymore,' you interrupt, shaking your head. 'i am not breaking up with you, but i am telling you that i am done for tonight, alright? and if you won't leave then i will do it myself.'

without saying anything else you grab your pillow, blanket and storm past him to the living room. seungcheol turns and watches as you throw everything on the couch, seemingly ready to sleep there. he turns back and stares at the bed in the middle of the room like on a foreign subject - what he is supposed to do with it? he can't sleep alone anymore, not after he got together with you. so many months of falling asleep and waking up with you in his arms spoiled him, he can't possibly get on the bed without you. why would he? any bed in the world is made for you two, not for him only. and it hurts - the notion of you not wanting to share the bed with him, not wanting to stay in the same room with him - it hurts. seungcheol's throat tightens as he tries not to lose his mind. with slow steps he goes to the living room, where you're tossing and turning in futile attempts to get comfortable.

'i'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house', he says, stopping two steps away from you. 'please go to bed. i will leave, but please go to bed.'

you turn, eyeing him with a frown. seungcheol sighs, squatting until his face is right in front of yours. he grips the edge of the blanket, looking at you with regret: 'i'm sorry for being such a mess.'

seungcheol can add many more things. he can add how he never ever wanted to hurt you, how life without you is a life with no light or love, how he will kneel and beg for your forgiveness if he knew it'd help. you stare at him in silence before muttering: 'why are you acting like we're breaking up?'

'because it feels like it,' seungcheol lets out shakily.

you sigh, sitting up. you are not even close to forgiving him, but you can't let him think that this is it. 'i told you that we're not breaking up, cheol. i just-'

'i can't sleep without you,' he says, looking up. 'i can't- it's wrong. it's so wrong.'

when your hand wraps around his, seungcheol's breath halters. his eyes glimmer with hope as he looks at you. 'you, big baby. let's go to bed then.' you stand up, grabbing your pillow. 'i'm still mad though.'

seungcheol grabs your blanket and follows you to the bedroom, holding his breath. 'we will talk tomorrow?' he asks hopefully, hovering by the edge of the bed, not getting in.

you nod and smile weakly. 'yeah, cheollie. we will talk tomorrow.' you pat the space next to you. 'get in now.'

when seungcheol cautiously wraps his arms around you and your body goes lax, leaning on his, he finally breathes again.

a/n: i hope you liked it!! very random, but cheol is one of the easiest members to write these kinds of scenes for, idk why :D - nini

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[beyondbluess]

with you

dallas winston x fem! reader

summary: dallas decides to join you on the front porch one chilly night. warning: fluff fluff fluff. not sure why i keep putting out fluff when i really love angst. not proofread; wrote this at two in the morning and didn't finish much later. author's note: so sorry for the lack of fics! definitely would've something out sooner but writer's block has been terrible. i'm trying to work on requests so bare with me.

Laughter was bouncing off every corner of the Curtis residence, a contrast to the chill nipping at your skin on the front porch. You couldn’t remember why you were out there or how long—you just needed to get away from the noise, at least for a while.

The front door opens and shuts from behind in a matter of seconds, but you didn’t bother to check to see who it was. 

“Y’alright?” 

You finally turned around to see Dallas, a hint of concern in his eyes. When you didn’t respond, he muttered something inaudible before sitting beside you on the cold concrete—his eyes never leaving your form. 

“Just.. needed to get away from the noise,” you replied, hugging yourself to keep warm. Dallas noticed this, taking off his leather jacket and placing it over your shoulders. An action that surprised you. 

Both of you sat in silence, the only thing that could be heard was the sounds of the crickets chirping. Something about the combination gave Dallas a sense of unease. 

“Doll, c’mon,” he bursts out, turning his whole body to look at you, brows creasing in further concern. “What’s eatin’ at you?”

You shrugged, lifting your knee to rest your arm on it. Dallas groaned in annoyance, lifting his hip to grab a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket to offer you one, but ended up respectfully declining. He soon pulled out his own to light it before easing into another moment of silence with you.

“Do you ever think about leaving?”

Dallas didn’t respond to this at first, as if he didn’t even know how to answer the question himself. He debated on putting out the cigarette, but stopped in his tracks. “Dunno, sometimes.”

“It’s just,” you started, finally turning your body to look at him. It’s probably the first time you’ve really looked at him all night—you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked over the moonlight. “I’ve grown up here, gotten used to seeing the same people, same places. I want to see what life is like outside of Tulsa, Dal.” 

Dallas listened to you ramble on, a smirk appearing on his face. He always liked how you were always so comfortable with him, never straying away from speaking your mind. 

“You’ve been to New York, right?” you ask, not even realizing that you’ve scooted closer to him, your hand just centimeters away from his. “What’s it like?” 

“Mainly got arrested there, sweetheart,” he replies, taking a drag out of his cigarette. His gaze followed the car that passed by, his lips forming a thin line. “Wasn’t there for fun, it’s that’s what ya askin.” 

You hummed at this, shifting your attention towards the ground in front of you. Dallas’ hand moved closer to yours, fingers now lightly touching. Neither of you felt like moving. 

Eventually, the excitement inside fizzled out, leaving the occasional chatter and the sound of footsteps throughout the house. Dallas knew that the conversation from earlier still lingered on your mind—what life is like outside of Tulsa. He wanted you to have that experience; he wanted to be with you for it. 

“Hey, doll?”

You turned to face him, raising your eyebrow in curiosity. There were a few seconds where he didn’t say anything, simply just looked at you with those eyes. Before you could speak, he leaned in, cutting you off with a kiss. You didn’t stop him. Didn’t want to. 

“Y’know, we can always go,” he murmured, a small but hopeful smile gracing his lips. He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, his touch so uncharacteristically soft. 

“What are you—”

The front door opened, revealing Darry, shoulders tense from working two jobs that paid little. By now, he’s usually cleaning up and getting ready for bed, so you were surprised when he allowed everyone to stay over this late. 

“You two alright out here?” he asks, his eyes shifting between you and Dallas. He muttered out a curse at how chilly it was, pulling the door back slightly so the air wouldn’t come in completely. You wearing Dallas’ jacket doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just… talking,” You answered softly, eyes lingering on Dallas a moment longer before looking up at Darry. “Everything okay?” 

“Jus’ realized that y’all haven’t eaten yet,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, a soft groan escaping from exhaustion. “Figured ya wanted somethin’.”

You were about to answer, but your stomach did it for you—grumbling. A small chuckle escaped Dallas’ lips, making you swat his shoulder playfully. You got up from the porch, dusting off your jeans, looking down at him.

“You coming, Dally?”

“Uh, yeah, jus’ give me a minute,” he muttered, taking another cigarette out of the pack to light, but instead just held it between his fingers, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer, something about your presence giving him a sense of ease. 

You were about to take off his jacket to give it back, but he shook his head—something about how it looked better on you than it did him. Darry moved aside so you could come inside, the warmth welcoming and inviting. He looked down at Dallas, giving him a knowing look.

“So you and—“

“Shut up.”

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[cheriecoke]

˚₊‧꒰ა WAKE UP CALL ! — bucky barnes

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎. following a spontaneous lead from valentina's assisstant, bucky calls you to let you know he’s driven halfway across the country and picked up a few strays.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈. written as f!reader in mind but can be gn!, phone call, thunderbolts era, established relationship, takes place right before the scene in the gas station, pet names, veryyy light angst, steve mentioned — 1.4k words

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. this is just a little practice fic i wrote post-thunderbolts! it's based loosely on my oc, who was in the og avengers, so there are references to that and her fighting/having powers. but feel free to imagine it however you want <3 can be read in the same timeline as this fic, but it's not necessary to read.

The phone rings once, twice, then a third time, before Bucky’s apologetic, softened voice runs down the line.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he starts off gentle, before his words are coming out in one barely coherent string, like he can’t get them out fast enough. “First of all, I’m sorry. I should’ve — I should’ve told you I was leaving. It wasn’t — Well, I was gonna stay out of it, but the whole thing with Valentina…” Bucky trails off. His voice grows quieter, like there's someone else in the room with him, before he picks back up again.

For a few seconds more, he babbles, almost like he’s afraid to let you speak. He sounds slightly flustered, and more than exhausted — but that’s evident only to you, who has known him so well, for so long. 

Then, he concludes his little speech, less than eloquently. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I should’ve called earlier. I’m sorry.” 

You pause, letting your spoon rest against the side of your coffee mug, trying to make sense of all the words he's just said. The coffee swirls inside the cup, shading a lighter color of brown, before it settles, stilling completely.

Outside, the sun is already beginning to beat hot on the concrete, though it’s not even noon. Which tells you that sometime between the gala last night and the crack of dawn, Bucky had already gotten himself into some sort of trouble. 

“It’s nine, Bucky,” you say, taking a long sip of your coffee. You’d only just brewed it, but you’d used enough creamer to cool it to a drinkable temperature. “I wouldn’t have answered had you called any earlier.” 

He exhales on the end of the line, and says nothing. You can’t tell if he’s relieved or not. 

“When's the last time you slept?” 

“Doesn't matter. I'm fine," Bucky says. You can hear him shifting, his jacket rustling as he brushes up against something. He changes the subject quickly, going back to the matter of calling, which is more than enough to have you worrying. “Listen, I meant to call last night when I got back, but they gave me all these packets to read and—”

“Bucky,” you cut him off, before he can launch into another disgruntled tirade about all the paperwork he hates reading. “What’s going on?” 

This time, the pause on the other line lasts a few moments longer. 

While Bucky never lies to you about anything, he struggles, sometimes, when it comes to communicating. Occasionally, he omits the truth, or says nothing at all, because he wants to keep you safe, and he knows you’ll drag yourself into the danger with him. 

Despite all the years you've been together, Bucky still can't quite fathom that someone would put themselves in the crossfire because of him. He always accused Steve of having something to prove, and he thinks the same of you, when the truth is, you both just love—loved—him enough to put your lives on the line. 

Bucky hesitates on the other end before answering, his voice hushed, growing quieter again. “I don’t know everything, yet.”

You close your eyes, lean your head against the wall. For all the shit he gave Steve for jumping head-first into things, Bucky’s never been much better, in your opinion. “Bucky—”

He doesn’t let you interject, insistent on regurgitating all his words before you can chew him out. “Remember Valentina’s assistant I was telling you about?”

You wrinkle your eyebrows together. “Yeah. Did she actually give you something?”

Bucky exhales as you take a seat on the couch, curling your legs up into your chest. It’s been over a week since he’s been back home, and you miss him already, even if you’re used to being apart. 

He explains, briefly, about the people involved in Valentina’s dirty work, ones he can use in the trial against her. You’ve heard of them all, infamous in your line of work, including John Walker, who you’ve had the displeasure of meeting before. 

Bucky’s story is finished up quickly, a messy wrapping, tied up in nothing more than a knot. You can’t tell if he’s leaving out details, or if he really just doesn’t know them all. 

You purse your lips, pulling at a loose thread in your sweater. “You should’ve taken me with you,” you say, before falling back into the couch, your eyes glued to a spot on the ceiling, where the paint looks off. The longer you gaze at it, the more it starts to look like a discoloration, one you’re not certain is real. Maybe your imagination is just desperate for something to fixate on. “I could’ve helped.” 

Bucky’s smooth, silky tone soothes the aches in your heart and mind. “It was nothing.” He sounds louder, then, as if his mouth is leaning closer to the microphone. “Besides, you told me you wanted to stay out of all this.”

A frown takes over your features. You had said that; it was the entire reason you hadn’t moved to D.C. along with him, and sometimes, you wonder if he thinks you hate him for working in Congress. “It’s still your career. I don’t want to be completely uninvolved.”

“I know."

You’re grateful for the sincerity in his voice. You’re not a fan of most politicians, but you hope he knows that you'll support him, love him, no matter what.

“If I really needed your help, I would’ve called.” He laughs, then, a small sound. “I just didn’t. This time.”

You can picture his small smile on the other end, can envision the lines forming tighter around his eyes. In the near decade since he’s regained his memories, he’s only aged a couple years. Oftentimes, you wonder if you’ll ever catch up to him, if one day, you’ll look older than the man who has lived through more than a century. 

It’s a strange thing to think about. 

“Will you be home soon?” you ask, softly, surprised by how vulnerable your voice sounds. 

The house feels colder without him there, empty. It had been your choice to stay in New York, but sometimes, you wish you would’ve just moved with him.

There is evidence of your life all around — books you love, pictures of friends you still have, and those that are gone. Your favorite restaurants are still just a walk away, memories of your existence on every avenue. 

It’s home — it just feels less like one without Bucky Barnes in it. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe sooner than expected. I don’t think they’ll want to keep me in Congress for much longer, now.” Bucky goes for humor, but you don’t laugh, and neither does he. “Are you okay?”

Things haven’t been bad, lately, but you’re tired. It’s been one thing after another after another, after another, for years. 

The world just won’t let either of you rest.

“I just miss you.” Too much emotion seeps into your voice, and there’s a cloud settling over your heart that makes you want to cry into the phone.

You don’t, though. It would just make him feel bad, and make you feel worse, and you’re more than old enough to handle being alone for another week, even if you don’t want to.  

Still, he sounds even more apologetic on the other end. “I miss you too. So much.” There’s a sound behind him — it’s faint, but it sounds like a groan. One of the hostages is waking up, it seems. “I have to go, sweetheart — I’m sorry.” 

He’ll never stop apologizing, even if these things are out of his control. Sometimes, you feel selfish for wanting so much of his time when he has the heart and the strength to save the world. 

“It’s okay,” you say, even if the words sound a little dull to your ears. “Promise me you’ll call when you get the chance?” 

“I promise. I love you.” 

The words make you smile. It is, perhaps, the first genuine one you’ve had since he answered the phone. You lean your head back in the cushion, settling into it, before repeating the words back to him. 

The line goes dead. 

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[sydwritess]

Groupchats with Y/n Pt. 3

F1 grid x fem!reader

Summary: texts in the F1 group chat with y/n

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05

Y/n

Y'all OMG did you hear Brad Pittsburgh house got broken into 😱

Max's best friend

Yes, so sad.

Y/n

No, it's not

Max's best friend

Y/n.... have some compassion

Y/n

Suck it Mercedes

Bearman #1

Did you guys get the bill from last night? I want to pay you back.

Charlie

Well shit

Lanlikesfish

Uh.....

Max's best friend

Fuck

Y/n

Bill..?

Bearman #1

Yeah, the dinner bill... from last night. We had a group dinner with all the drivers and some others

Maxine ✨️

Stupid move mate

Y/n

Oh... I bet it was nice. How fun 🙂

Lanlikesfish

Really... stupid.

Y/n

DON'T CALL OLLIE STUPID. HE DID NOTHING WRONG YOU PRICKS.

Bearman #1

Thanks y/n

Y/n

❤️❤️

Pastry🥐

It was kind of a.... team thing.

Y/n

Oh really? But Kelly went?

Maxine✨️

Are you okay?

Y/n

Just fine 🙂

Maxine✨️

Okay

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GC without y/n:

Ollie

Do you think she's mad?

George

She's mad.

Lando

Big time

Charles

I told you guys to fucking invite her and you didn't listen! Of course she'd be fucking mad!

Lando

Sorry

Lewis

I agree with Charles. She deserved to come. Driver or not. I mean... sorry to say, but Kelly came. It would have only been fair.

Kimi

What happened if you don't mind me asking

Charles

Yesterday was the anniversary of her that terrible car crash she was in a few years back.

Yuki

Car crash?

Lewis

Yeah. Her ex and her were in the car on the highway. Her ex was mad at her (for literally nothing), and he was driving so fast around a turn that they tumbled. Rolling over multiple times. He got away with a couple of scars while she was passed out in the car. It took a couple of days for her to wake...

Kimi

Wow, so he just... left her there?

Charles

Yes. Unfortunately. He was a pretty selfish boy. Left her there to die, basically. He went to jail, though, for attempted murder.

Ollie

Wow, that's unbelievable

Lando

Lol. Boy. Not man. I get that one

Max

Look. I feel bad but why is she blaming Kelly?

Alex

Well I mean Oscar did say it was a team thing. Kelly really isn't a part of the team. She just watches the races. Sometimes

Max

But still, she's my wife.

Alex

But y/n does a lot to. She supports all of the teams, she photographs them, she sponsors them, she is part of the team

Max

Whatever I have to go

George

Alex isn't wrong...

Carlos

Me and Becky can take her out tonight... we're going to the new Italian place in monaco.

Lewis

Maybe I can talk to her.

Oscar

She probably knows we're talking behind her back already with this gc.

Charles

How?

Oscar

She legit just texted me saying 'I know you have a separate gc to talk about me'

Lando

Haha. She's smart.

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GC with y/n:

Charlie

So... have you guys seem that big boat in the town Harbour? In monaco. It's nice.

Lanlikesfish

Yeahh I want to steal it 😈

Carlos

What the hell?

Alexandria

Y/n, between our next race I'm doing a cooking video, do you want to join?

Max's best friend

That sounds fun

Kimi Kardashian

Can I join?

Alexandria

Sure kimi.

Lanlikesfish

Y/n?

Pastry 🥐

Is she even in here anymore?

Yuki

Dude

Pastry 🥐

You're the ones who upset her. Not me.

Riccardio

I think y/n needs to play some golf with me. It's fun.

Lanlikesfish

Take your retired ass to the nursing home 😂

Y/n

That sounds fun Alex thanks

Alex

For sure 😊

Maxine ✨️

Anyway....

Y/n

Daniel. Of course I'll play golf with you. And maybe we can invite Max so I can drive him around with the golf cart and crash him into a tree:)

Maxine ✨️

What?

Roscoe's dad

Not funny y/n

Y/n

Hm? I didn't say anything funny

Max's best friend

This is all fine and all but CAN YOU PLEASE CHANGE MY NAME

Y/n

Here's a word you prob never heard ✨️no✨️

Y/n changed Maxine ✨️ to I love George sm

I love George sm

Hey what the fuck!

Max's best friend

HAHAHAHAHA

Lanlikesfish

HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Y/n

ANYWAY who wants to go golfing with the best (aka me)

Lanlikesfish

ME ME ME ME ME ME

I love George sm

Not me.

Y/n

Good cuz you weren't invited

I love George sm

whatever

Y/n

L - L - Loser..... Have fun, red bull.

Roscoe's dad

Y/n... maybe we should be politer

Y/n

I'm happy the way I am. I don't want to mature - Lando Norris

Lanlikesfish

YES QUEEN

Carlos 🌶

SLAYYYYYY

Y/n

Here's me showing you I'm the best

Lanlikesfish

??

Y/n

🏑.............................................. ⛳️

Hole in one. Mate.

Riccardio

Y/n that's like a hockey puck thing

Y/n

I DONT HAVE THAT GOLB CLUB EMOJI DONT COME AFTER ME ✋️✋️✋️✋️✋️

Y/n changed Lanlikesfish to Sir Lando the great

Sir Lando the great

YESSS, I officially made it on the nice list!!

Carlos 🌶

Don't change my name, please. I like the Chile pepper. It reminds me of how ✨️spicy✨️ I am.

Y/n

Hahahahahaha oh my god 😂

Max's best friend

PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU TO CHANGE MY NAME.

Y/n

..........................................................................✨️no✨️

Kimi Kardashian

Guys why is it so hot out?

Y/n

Where?

Kimi Kardashian

Australia

Y/n

Oop. You better watch out for the godzilla spiders they have there.

Kimi Kardashian

No...

Y/n

OH YEAH... bigger than your hand probably

Max's best friend

Y/n please don't scare my teammate.

Y/n

He's okay. I'm sure someone will be there for him

Max's best friend

Oh, lord.

Hey loves! Pt. 3 is here! Got some slight events going on! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!

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[yoiisa]

hi there, can u write a fic (college au/no blue lock) where reader & isagi are in a relationship, but his roommates slash friends don't know bcs reader always comes over whenever isagi says that his friends (bachira, kunigami, & chigiri) aren't at their apartment, but then get caught one day when his friends went back home early?

ive only stumbled upon ur account recently and i love ur fics/writing!!

omg love!! idk how colleges in japan work, so im just going to model this based on american colleges :D

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: slightly suggestive and making out!!

➜ you knew isagi yoichi for around 6 months before the two of you started dating, but you'd been eyeing him for all of that time ➜ he was exactly your type- quiet, but the sweetest and most considerate person ever. ➜ he had beautiful blue eyes, was taller than you, and played soccer for the school. holy hell, talk about your personal kryptonite ➜ he was always too shy to ask you out though, so you had to take initiative on that front

You're sitting under a tree with Isagi in the school's courtyard. People are passing you by, heading to their respective classes. All you can think of in this moment though is how nice this is. The summer breeze is brushing his hair perfectly and the sun is making his eyes look like tiny sapphires. He looks like a prince. "Um, [name]?" he asks looking down at you. "Are you okay? You've been really quiet." You blink a few times, snapping out of your trance. You look down at your lap, staying silent for a little while. "Hey, Isagi?" you start. He leans forward and you feel like your heart is a car that someone just revved. "Umm, you don't have a girlfriend right?" "N-no," he stammers, taken aback. "Why?" "Do you," you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. You meet his gaze and give him a tiny smile as you force the words out of your throat. "Do you wanna go out with me?" Your heart stops as he physically flinches back. "Nevermind!" you quickly say, holding your hands up in defense. "I'm so sorry, just forget all of that-" "N-no! That's not it, I- I do like you," he insists, "I just didn't expect you to ask me out." He lets out a deep breath and chuckles. "I was actually going to try and ask you out. My friends were giving me all this advice on how to do it. You just caught me off guard though. Beat me to the punch, huh?" He takes your hand in his and squeezes it. "But to answer your question, yes. I would like to go out with you."

➜ and that was that! the two of you were a couple. only one thing though- you'd never met those illusive friends ➜ whenever you went over to his dorm- a quad with two bunk beds and four desks, as well as a quite beautiful view of the whole campus through the window- there was no one else there but the two of you ➜ six months went by and not a single glimpse of them! you asked isagi about it once and he gave you a few excuses

"Well Bachira's really close to his mom, so he leaves campus a lot to hang out with her every now and then. She doesn't live too far from here anyways," Isagi explains as he rests his head in your lap. "And then Chigiri has a part time job at a physical therapist's office. He used to go there for himself since he messed up his leg once in an accident a while ago." You nod, running your finger through his hair. "And what about Kunigami?" "Also has a part time job as a kiddie's soccer coach," he says. "Hmm," you smirk and tickle your boyfriend's neck. He flinches and you giggle, "So you're the only one unemployed, huh?" He stiffens and gives you a look out of the corner of his eyes. "No. Bachira doesn't have a job too."

➜ when you finally meet Isagi's roommates . . . it's a mess ➜ after not seeing them enough times, you grew relatively comfortable with the idea that you never would in the dorms, and so did he ➜ he would have you over pretty often, and to be completely honest, sometimes things got a little spicy! ➜ so here you were, sitting on his desk and his standing between your legs. your lips locked in a heady kiss that was making you lightheaded. your tongues lapped hungrily at one another and your teeth clacking ➜ and then the door opened.

"Yoichi~" you gasp as he pulls back from your mouth. He starts to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking small bruises into your collarbone and neck. "Mmm, you're so sweet," he groans, inhaling your scent. He feels like getting drunk off of it. His hot hands trail under your shirt, tracing around your curves. You giggle, but then both of your bodies freeze as you hear the door clicking. Isagi, in a moment of pure panic, tightens his grip on your waist and fucking shoves you off the desk and onto the floor. He was trying to hide you underneath the desk, not wanting his roommates to catch you both in this position, but all he does is just accidentally make you kneel in front of him. Right in front of him. Honestly, it helped enough because now your back is to his roommates, who are no doubt staring at you both as if they just walked in on a porno. Isagi stares at the trio. Bachira looks scandalized, Kunigami looks shocked, and Chigiri looks annoyed. "You couldn't bother locking the door when you have a hookup over?" the pink haired boy asks. "What. The. Hell. Is. This," Bachira says, looking two seconds from passing out. "Bachira, breathe," Chigiri grumbles, walking inside. "At least get her off her knees," Kunigami says, following Chigiri. He comes up behind you and taps you on your shoulder. "Miss-" You, in your panic and fear and shame, cannot think to say literally anything else other than, "I'm his girlfriend, not a hookup." Everyone stops breathing. "His GIRLFRIEND?!" Bachira roars, lunging at you. He grabs you by your shoulders, whirls you around and pulls you up to your feet. Kunigami hits him on the back of his head, "Don't handle a girl like that!" "I-It's fine," you say, waving Kunigami off with a small smile. "I'm so sorry about this. It's just, whenever I've been over, none of you are ever here, so I guess we got a little . . . careless." "You've been here before?" Bachira asks. A thud sounds from behind you and you whirl around. Bachira and Kunigami peek over your shoulder. Chigiri walks up to an Isagi whose cherry red. The embarrassment was just too much for his brain to handle anymore it seems. "Yoichi!" you shout, kneeling next to him. "I'll get him water," Chigiri says, walking to the dorm's mini fridge.

➜ the two of you never live this first impression down. not even at your wedding.

[lush-escape]

The Vigilante's Guide to Grief

wc: 1.6k a/n: I listened to the kpop demon hunters soundtrack while writing this. Soda Pop has me in it's CLUTCHES. Bruce is a softie in this chapter bc me and my daddy issues say so. Also Christy? She's my irl therapist and we LOVE her here okay? prev: denial next: bargaining

Stage three: Anger

Jason sat on the couch, his worn journal in his hands. Despite only being written in a few times he continuously toyed with the edges of the paper - fraying them. He stares out the window, his mind a jumbled mess. He just got off the phone with Bruce and now he was in a worse mood than when he had woken up.

hi I miss you

it's the 17th. B just called. Wish you could've been here to hear it. Think he was guilt tripping me. Told me it's been almost a month since I've been to the manor. What does it even matter?

Jason pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

I can't. Feels like it gets harder every time I go over there. Yeah it's been a few months since

Between the call with Bruce and remembering your death, your funeral, the tombstone Bruce had placed for you in the family cemetery on the manor grounds Jason was at the end of his rope for the day. 

“Fuck!” 

It's loud, angry. Something that would have made you jump - he hates himself for it. His notebook flies across the room and smacks against the wall. His pen is broken in half. As he stands from the couch he pushes the coffee table out of the way with his foot, hitting the tv stand knocking over a picture frame.

The sound of broken glass makes Jason stop. It's like his heart is breaking all over again. It hurts. He feels his heart skip a painful beat, he feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Stop it!” You yell at him from the bedroom door.

It had started as such a stupid argument. So many little things during that day that resulted in heightened frustration between the two of you. 

“Don't tell me to stop. I didn't fucking do anything.” Jason snaps at you and you stare at him in disbelief for a split second before your expression turns hurt.

Jason knew he had some anger issues he needed to work on and he hated that he was taking it out on you even if it was subconscious. He hated himself for it.

“You're in here slamming stuff for no reason!” You shoot back when he tells you he hasn't done anything.

“Oh, boo-hoo.” Jason grumbles as he rolls his eyes. He can't stand the way he's treating you but he can't stop it.

“Jesus Christ, I can't have sunshine comin' outta my ass every second of the day for you. Fuck, you're so sensitive sometimes, you know that?”

You stop.

Jason stops.

Your disappointed scowl falters and your lips pull downward into a trembling frown. You've both said worse to each other before, more scathing biting insults. There was just something about this time that hurt.

Jason sees the way your eyes turn glassy with tears and the way you begin to frown. That's all it takes for all of his anger and frustration to completely melt away. He rubs his hand down his face and sighs.

“Baby, I'm sorry-”

You shake your head to stop him. You know that if you try to talk now you'll end up crying.

“No, no, please. Baby,” he takes a step forward and you take one back, making him stop in his tracks. He stares at you like you just burned him. With his mouth parted he watches as you turn and close the bedroom door behind you. It only takes him a second to register what happened.

He doesn't try to open the door knowing that if it was locked he might as well just rip his heart out of his chest and let you physically step on it in front of him. Instead he stands in front of the door with one tentative hand on the handle.

“Baby, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know I didn't mean it. I'm sorry for being such an asshole.” He begs for your forgiveness through the door.

You stay silent. You know you need space, he knows you need space but he also has a codependency issue that makes it hard for him to stay away from you.

Jason's not sure if minutes or hours pass by. All he knows is his back hurts and his legs are stiff from sitting on the hardwood floor with his back to the door. Waiting silently for you to come out. Silently listening to you sniffle and cry, dying a little bit more inside knowing he can't do anything to comfort you yet.

But eventually you do. Slowly and quietly you open the door. You sniffle quietly and if you weren't still upset with a headache from crying you would've laughed at how ridiculous Jason looks as he scrambles to his feet.

“Hey,” your voice is hoarse and raspy from your much needed crying session.

“God, baby, I'm so sorry.” Jason whispers. He's on you immediately. Big strong arms wrap you in a warm hug. Jason sighs audibly in relief. He buries his face into the top of your head, eyes closing as he breathes you in. Your nose presses into his chest and you let him hug you, too tired to reciprocate just yet - wanting to soak in his warmth.

He repeats a flurry of “I'm sorry” and “I didn't mean it” against you. You can feel the way his heart thuds in his chest and you can feel your bottom lip tremble again. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“You're perfect. You're not too sensitive. I mean- okay. You are. But it's not a bad thing. I love that about you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, I'm so sorry. Please I'll do anything-” He was panicking because even though you've fought and argued before - as any couple does - he's never made you cry.

“I let my anger get the better of me, I should have never-”

“It's okay…” You interrupt him and turn your head to the side to rest your cheek against him, your ear against his heart. 

“No, it's not.” He kisses the top of your head.

You're quiet again, “Okay.. it's not… but we both weren't being the best. I'm sorry, too.”

“Don't apologize. Ever. You could shoot me and I'd never want you to apologize.”

Jason remembers how downright scared you looked that night when he slammed the kitchen drawer shut. He hates himself all over again. He walks over to the notebook and picks it up.

“Sorry…” he mutters. He's not sure if he's saying it absentmindedly to the notebook, himself, or you. Either way he exhales roughly and sits back on the couch. He looks over his journal entry and slowly gets back to it.

It's been a few months since I've been there. It's harder now with your headstone there. I wasn't at my best when Bruce had it put in. I was angry. You would have hated it. You were never afraid tho just gave me that damn disappointed look. That hurt more than anything. I <u>hated</u> that. I deserved it though I was such an asshole when I was mad

“What the fuck is that?” Jason asks as he stares out the floor to ceiling window. It's such a small thing, your tombstone being added to the family plot. But Jason notices immediately as he walks by, the way the number grew overnight.

“Hm?” Bruce hums as he positions himself near Jason.

“I said, what the fuck is that?” Jason's voice is laced with venom at this point.

Bruce finally inhales and opens his mouth to answer.

“Without my permission?” Jason asks with quiet outrage.

“I didn't know I needed your permission.” Bruce says quietly but firmly.

“Not even a warning?”

“She was part of the family-”

“Oh don't give me that shit!” Jason turns to Bruce with a look that could kill. “You didn't even ask! She didn't want to be buried, didn't want a headstone! That's why I put her in a fucking urn.”

Bruce is silent. Perhaps he was in the wrong on this one, he thought.

“What's it say, huh? Who'd you put her by?” Jason's breathing was ragged. He knew he was overreacting, deep down he knew, but with something so big to memorialize you - it made it all the more real to Jason.

“Al-” Bruce begins to answer but Jason cuts him off. He's crying. It's the first time he's cried in days but there's a small part of him that feels safe, comfortable, doing it in front of Bruce.

“Don't. Fucking don't-” Jason's voice cracks as he pushes Bruce's shoulder. “You shouldn't have-” He points a finger at Bruce. “She didn't fucking want-” Jason's crying now. Fat tears stream down his face, his eyes tired and heavy and red.

“Come here,” is all Bruce says softly, offering an open shoulder to Jason.

He stands defiantly for a second before his resolve finally crumbles. With a shaking sob he pulls Bruce into a bruising hug and cries into his shoulder.

“I'm so sorry,” Bruce murmurs as he hugs his son.

“S’not fair,” Jason cries.

Christy says I'm doing better with managing my anger. I tried so hard for you. To be better. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't do it sooner. Or try harder. I think you would be proud of me. You always said you were but this time I know you would be

Jason wipes at a tear in the corner of his eye. He mumbles a curse under his breath and grabs his phone from his pocket. He can feel his emotions beginning to overwhelm him, he sees the warning signs now and knows how to cope. 

Maybe therapy isn't as stupid as he thought, he thinks.

He sends a text to Dick asking to meet him at the gym.

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[redandgreyscale]

Evan apologizes one day out of nowhere, and Barty is confused as hell.

"why are you saying sorry?" He asks looking at the boy like he just grew a second head.

"sometimes I feel worse than others for not having sex with you" he explains.

"oh none of that, we've talked about it, I have a hand and plenty of alone time, don't think I'm under attended or something because I promise you I'm fine" Barty says it easily, it's the truth after all, but Evan goes blank for a moment and then he's flushing and looking away and Barty is suddenly more intrigued.

"You— Okay, yeah, I didn't— didn't think of that"

This is fascinating. How the hell did he make Evan stutter? Evan doesn't stutter, doesn't flush. Barty mentions jerking off and that is what happens? This is an amazing discovery and he's going to have a lot of fun with it.

"do you want to know more or know less?" He asks with a grin, Evan might just turn around from how much he's trying not to look at him.

"I... I don't know" Barty's smile grows and he gets closer, his hands coming to Evan's waist, his lips grazing the dark skin of his neck from behind.

"do you want to know how many times a day? How many times a week? What I think about? It's you, it's always you baby"

Evan may not like sex, but he likes a whole lot of other things. He likes kissing and teasing and playing, they established early on the relarionship that none of that would lead to something more. Barty loves everything Evan is willing to give him.

It's Evan who gets Barty all worked up most times, only for him to go find some release in the privacy of a bathroom.

This time it seems to go the other way around, Evan lets out a shuddering breath and even from where he's standing, Barty can see a bulge growing on his pants. It takes a second, and then Evan pulls away completely.

"Enough, I— Stop" he murmurs breathless, so Barty stops, takes a step back.

"Are you okay?" Barty asks just to make sure. They've talked about things, and teasing like this is something Evan feels comfortable with most times.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good" Evan is still trying to even his breathing but at least now he's looking at him "I just don't like the part where my body does... This" he vaguely gestures at his crotch like it's betraying him.

"Did I read the situation wrong?" Barty asks once more, scared of having gone too far without noticing.

"No, no, it was good, we're good" he sounds sincere, and Barty believes him.

"good" he repeats back, Evan still looks mildly uncomfortable, not too sure what to do now "wanna know something?" He grins staring at him. Evan nods confused. "I'm definitely jerking off to this tonight" he wiggles his brows and Evan laughs, soft and sweet and everything is fine again. Yeah, they're good.

"you're a menace"

[deeokanee]

Like every couple in the world does, Bob and John happen to fight sometimes. Most of the time, their quarreling starts over something outright silly: maybe a misunderstanding, maybe one of them being a hot head and the other being even more of a hot head. But the thing with John and Bob is that when their arguments aren't that serious is when they get so fucking petty.

The aftermath of their lover's spats can only be described as immature. They sleep in their respective rooms, instead of both staying in John's like they usually do.

When they're in the same room, John rolls his eyes and pretends not to listen to Bob talking to someone else, and Bob straight up parrots John when he's in a serious conversation, mimicking his movements and all too.

Bob talks Yelena's ear off about how annoying John's behaviour is, and she doesn't hesitate to remind him that he's doing the exact same as his boyfriend. "You're so similar, it's gross", she tells him, and he just shakes his head and goes back to his complaining.

John drops some comments about Bob still not coming to his senses to Bucky, trying to sound disinterested and only mildly pissed about it. Bucky, without missing a beat, tells him he's being ridiculous.

When the irritation wanes, they finally admit to themselves how much they crave each other's presence.

That's when they start to quietly get closer again. First they'll sit side by side on the sofa or in the car. They still don't say anything, but they want the other to be besides to them.

Some time after that, they slowly start to talk to each other again. It's just small sentences, and because they're so embarrassed of the way they acted the previous days, they sound incredibly awkward. But it's a sign they both are getting tired of being apart.

One day, at breakfast, John hands Bob milk for his coffee before he can ask anyone for it, as he knows every single one of his boyfriend's tastes by heart. He reads the news on his phone out loud, because he knows that Bob likes it when John makes an effort to keep him informed. He affectionately squeezes Bob's shoulder when he passes behind his chair, as a silent reminder that he's still there for him, even if he's too obstinate to vocalise it yet.

The same night, after dinner, Bob goes to knock on John's door. When John comes out, slightly wide-eyed and with a face that's definitely hopeful, Bob doesn't even let him speak. He just asks, a little sheepishly, if he can come in.

John of course lets him in. Of course he hugs Bob from behind the moment he gets through the door, his arms wrapping firmly around his torso and waist. Of course Bob squeezes John's arms tight in his hands, bringing him even closer to his body.

"I'm so sorry" he whispers, his voice shaking just slightly. It doesn't matter if he's responsible for their argument or not. They both don't remember what it was all about anyways. Bob knows John feels the same, without even needing to hear him say it back.

"I've really missed you." John's voice is filled with relief, like he's just stopped holding his breath after a long time. He knows Bob did too, so they don't let go of each other until the morning comes.

[hazard-haze]

Eddie and Volt headcanons (no player)

Soooooo

My brain has decided this shit is my new hyperifxation

And that these are my new comfort characters

But I heard that everyone was getting a hate ending with them and guess who got friendship with them first tryyyyyy! So uh, skill issue/j heres some headcanons for ya'll :)

-He doesn't do it often because he knows Eddie hates it, but Volt can 110% pick up Eddie and will abuse this power if he needs to

-Eddie is Volt's anger translator. It usually goes something like this:

Volt: "We are sorry you weren't satisfied with our service, but this is the best we can do and I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

Eddie *passing by behind him*: "Pay your fucking tab and get out!"

-Volt cannot keep his hands still, he tries to play it off suave-ly (?) by just tapping his fingers and running his hand through his hair repeatedly but when he gets really excited or angry about something he will wave his hands with big, fast, eccentric gestures.

-Volt wears eyeliner, sometimes Eddie helps him put it on.

-Eddie is very talented at most things he does, fixing, building, mixing drinks (he can even do some tricks with shakers), and there's a plethora of odd things he's picked up throughout the years. However this makes him get pretty frustrated when things don't work out the first couple times he attempts something. While not the main reason, this is part of why he was so frustrated and irritable during most of his main plot. Volt sometimes has to remind him that it's okay to not have everything figured out immediately, or pull him from his work if he's starting to stress out or exhaust himself too much.

-On the topic of pulling Eddie from his work, that is a feat. Volt full well knows he can't just ask Eddie to take a break, usually he has to either ask him to do something easier as a favor, or blame the break on himself.

"Oh Eddie, I know your in the middle of something but could you wipe the bar down? I have no time before we open."

"Eddieeeee, I have no one to watch the new season of Cougar vs Cougar with! Would you take a break to and come watch it with me? Please! Just for a little bit! Just one episode!" (They got through like 2 1/2 before Eddie passed tf out)

-Oh yeah, Volt loves reality TV and Eddie pretends to not be at least a little invested.

-Eddie can draw. Volt cannot. Volt is very jealous of Eddie in this regard.

-Infodumpingggggggg. They infodump to one another without even realizing it, it is so much of how they communicate. They will ramble and bounce ideas off each other, mostly about the club but about other stuff too.

-On the flip side. They can also communicate by saying pretty much nothing, just through brief glances. I think it would partly be because they are literally split from the same thing but it's more in that way when you widen your eyes slightly at your bestie and that equates to like a full paragraph of text.

-Eddie is short af, Volt is tall af.

-Volt makes fun of Eddie for being short

-Like seriously ya know that audio that's like "I know we don't always see eye to eye" "that because your too short to do so"

-Eddie will get revenge. He can kick/punch really hard but he can also come up with some other very clever ways of revenge. Do not mess with the guy who has access to the tools.

-Neither of them really like just hard liquor. Volt likes sweeter drinks and Eddie likes quality craft beers. If either sees the other drinking something like scotch/whiskey they can usually assume somethings wrong.

-Volt has sooooo many ideas for the club, several of which are not exactly... possible. Eddie has to be the one to break the news to him that No Volt we can't break down the retaining wall of the bar and turn it into an inanimal fish tank. Why? Because without it the roof would collapse!

-Volt's love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation

-Eddie's love language is acts of service.

-Going deeper into that, Volt loves physical touch, as previously mentioned. Eddie however does not. But they make it work, Eddie can tell when Volt needs a hug or just to have someone next to him, Volt can tell when Eddie is getting overstimulated or just needs space.

-They both have their ears pierced. Volt did it for both of them.

-Eddie actually quite likes talking to people, I mean he's definitely tended the bar at some point, he just doesn't like talking to annoying people. He's sarcastic and his humor is a bit deadpan and he's more reserved, but he 100% can be very funny and hold conversations very well with patrons and even better with friends.

-That being said, bro does not chat while he works on maintenance. If anyone, including Volt, is working with him, he isn't saying shit unless its telling them what to do, or looking over their work. If someones lucky they get a "Good job."

-Neither have ever been a fan of the dark, but they especially would not be after the black out.

-They both hate silence, I mean they work in a night club, at this point it just feels unnatural.

-Kinda already mentioned this but Volt gets quiet angry and Eddie gets loud angry. If Volt goes silent, you know you fucked up. On the opposite end, it will sometimes be assumed that Eddie is mad because he's being quiet but that just how he is, if Eddie actually is properly yelling you know he's upset.

-Nerve damage babyyyyyy. It is all up Eddie's arms, contributes to why he's not super touchy because his arms get that awful pulling, itchy, pain when something touches them.

-Volt can get some nasty fatigue. The electricity fluctuates? Bro is immediately drained, head rush, migraine, the whole shabang.

-Not really headcanon but neither of them are good at admitting they need help or at accepting it when its offered.

-They both know each others triggers tho, and make sure to tell the other to rest when they need to. Neither take their own advice.

-Eddie hyperfocuses like crazy. If he sits down with his tools, something to fix and no one around he will not move from that spot for hours.

-Volt is always jumping from project to project, person to person, never slowing down. There's a lot to do in the breaker box and he is more than happy to juggle all of it.

-Both of them forget to sleep because of these facts. and eat (do they eat?). and talk to other things. and talk to each other. and-

-They would be cat people. Volt has definitely brought up getting an inanimal from Mateo but Eddie is always hesitant (even though he would 100% end up loving it to bits if they got one)

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Ya'll I think I'm a loser. Instead of being out on a night off I am sitting in my bedroom writing headcanons about an actual breaker box in a dating sim that I'm not even attracted to, I just think their silly. What is my life T-T

[pxpecxdy]

Read the virgin reader and got me thinking of inexperienced reader. Like she has had sex but it was never enjoyable for her so she kind of stopped dating because she is more the type to want to be with someone and sex is something intimate and important to her.

So when you explains this to Andrew because you are nervous you won’t be good enough for him. I think he would lose his shit simply with the fact that you trust him and want to do something so important with him. That you want to be with him. So he is gentle with you until the day comes that you ask him if you two could experiment. That you love being with him and only want him but that sometimes your mind wanders to things like him being rough with you or a breeding kink so you ask him if he would try these things with you and he loses his mind even more. The trust… breeding!?!?? You are his fucking goddess and he will do anything for you.

Another thought is that he loves how clingy you are. You never have been and don’t like being touched. Never been one to embrace or hug people and get uncomfortable if someone sits too close to you. But with Andrew? It’s the opposite. You can’t keep your hands off of him. It doesn’t have to be the annoying showcase way when others around. Simply holding his hand or touching his thigh keeps you grounded but when he has his arm around your waist. You feel so safe and he knows and it makes him proud. He loves that he can just feel you at any time of the day. And then when you’re alone there is no where for him to hide, not that he would want to, but you cling to him like a koala bear. You love when he is the big spoon but also love when he lets you hold him and play with his hair. Shower together all the time. Doesn’t even have to be sexual he loves it and you justify it by saying California is in a drought. Accidentally leave love bites on his neck that peak out of his collar. First time you’re so apologetic but who’s kidding. He fucking loves it.

He loves that you’re his and only his and he loves it even more that he is yours and you tell him all the time that he is the only man for you.

I am so sorry! I don't know how this got lost in my asks!!! I'm in love with all of this it's making me totally melt! Andrew doesn't get off on your inexperience like most men. Its not a creepy way for him but rather it's the fact that you trust him enough to let him be around you. He's very apprehensive when it comes to experimenting. The first few times he's "rough" he's holding back so much for fear of hurting you. He's constantly asking if it was okay. He accidentally leans on your hair and you yelp and he's completely off of you, flooding the room with countless apologies. Breeding however...... that's when he truly loses his mind.

And I love the touch aspect of it so much because that's me! I hate being touched except for people I trust and then I want them to never stop touching me (if only I had someone rn 😔) ARM AROUND THE WAIST!!!! Andrew catches on so fast how much you love it when his arm is around you, his fingers splayed against your tummy. There's never a moment when he's not touching you.

[aventurineswife]

hi!! i hope this request isn't too odd but could i request boothill with a reader who has sleep apnea and sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night really sick and shaky? basically shock-like symptoms in the middle of the night 😵‍💫 stuff like rapid heartbeat, intense shaking, nausea, clamminess, yknow. It usually goes away after like 20 minutes for me but it sucks 😭😭 i'd like to be comforted by boothill during one of these episodes...

“A Heart Wrapped in Steel”

Summary: After a rough night, you experience a sleep apnea episode, waking up in the middle of the night feeling sick and shaky. Boothill finds you struggling and steps in to comfort you. As he holds you through the episode, his unwavering presence and love become the anchor you need to survive the terrifying ordeal. In a rare, soft moment, Boothill proves that his protective nature goes beyond his quest for revenge—he’s there to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Sleep Apnea, Fluff, Comforting Boothill, Emotional Support, Protective Boothill, Mild Angst, Medical Episode, Healing.

Warnings: Sleep Apnea Episodes (described as rapid heartbeat, shaking, nausea, clamminess), Panic and Anxiety, Mild Emotional Distress, Physical Discomfort.

A/N: Not odd at all—I'm so sorry to hear that, I hope this fic can comfort you.

The cold of the stars barely touched you here—tucked inside the belly of Boothill’s rust-slicked ship, where the engine hummed like a tired lullaby. You’d fallen asleep to it, curled against warm blankets that smelled faintly of metal, desert wind, and him.

But tonight, the dark wasn’t quiet.

Your chest heaved with effort—lungs grabbing at air that didn’t feel real. You shot awake, gasping. Heart racing, skin clammy, vision swimming. A tremble ran through your arms, so violent you couldn’t hold your own weight. The nausea hit second. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the sheets, trying to ride it out.

You hated this. The middle-of-the-night hell where your body rebelled and your mind scrambled to make sense of the panic, the disorientation. You hated waking up like this—sick, shaky, scared.

And then you heard it: the low, steady clank of heavy boots against the floor.

“Darlin’?”

His voice was rough from disuse—deeper in the dark. Boothill, still half-dressed in his pants and jacket, stood in the doorway with one of his pistols holstered but the other hand empty. The red gleam of his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of you, slumped and shaking.

You didn’t even need to say anything.

Boothill crossed the room in two strides and dropped to his knees beside you. “Fudge. You’re havin’ another one.” His cybernetic hand came to the back of your neck, cool and steady, guiding you to lean forward against him. “Breathe, sugar. I gotcha.”

You let yourself fall into him—against the cold metal of his chest and the soft fray of that red scarf. Your fingers clutched his sleeve.

“I can’t—my heart’s goin’ nuts—feels like—feels like—” you couldn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.

“I know. I know.” Boothill’s voice was a low rumble, like a faraway thunderstorm. He pressed his forehead to yours, breath warm against your cheek. “Ain’t nothin’ takin’ you from me tonight, y’hear? Not this. Not anything.”

Your legs jerked with tremors, but he didn’t flinch. Just adjusted his hold, arms tightening around you, hand rubbing slow circles against your spine.

“Sometimes happens when you ain’t sleepin’ right, huh?” he murmured, almost to himself. “Knew I shoulda bolted that CPAP better. Hell, maybe I’ll build you a custom one. Make it prettier. With flames on the side.”

You laughed, a strangled little thing, but it helped. He always knew how to break the fear.

“I feel like I’m dying,” you whispered.

Boothill leaned back just enough to look you in the eye. His aim-marked pupils scanned every inch of your face like a targeting system on a warpath.

“You ain’t dyin’,” he said firmly. “Not while I’m here. Ain’t nobody better at pullin’ folks outta the dirt than me.”

He wrapped the scarf around your shoulders, then dragged you into his lap like you weighed nothing.

You stayed there, shaking less with each passing second. He rocked you gently, a motion that felt oddly natural for a man built for vengeance. The weight of him—iron, rage, and relentless love—was your anchor in this storm.

The worst of it passed after a while. Your breaths evened out. The nausea ebbed like a tide retreating. He didn’t move until you relaxed fully against his chest.

“Thanks,” you said hoarsely.

Boothill leaned down and kissed your temple—just once, soft as a whisper. “You don’t ever gotta thank me for takin’ care of you,” he said. “You’re my heart, [Name]. If it means sittin’ up through every damn episode like this ‘til the end of time, I’ll do it.”

His voice cracked a little at the end. You didn’t think Boothill cried. But something deep in you knew—if this ever took you away from him, he’d burn stars for revenge.

You tucked yourself tighter into his arms and whispered, “I’m okay now. Just... stay with me ‘til I fall asleep?”

“You couldn’t chase me off with a plasma cannon, darlin’.”

And with that, Boothill held you—long into the night, iron arms wrapped around flesh and bone, guarding your dreams like a cowboy angel forged in fire and loss.

[hikariyaps]

pairings

word count ☆ 1.2k starring ☆ second year yuta x first year fem!reader content ☆ pure fluff, some mention of injury. a/n ☆ based of request by @yukiiyapper . loved writing this 🫶🏻

yuta okkotsu didn't expect there to be any difference after coming back from a long mission. but what he really didn't expect was another first year student.

he hasn't met you yet, having only arrived two days back and having spent the entirety of his time back at jujutsu high rotting in his dorm. (it was well deserved rest) but the amount of times you'd been mentioned in conversations was starting to get to him, maybe just a tiny bit.

but everything is so clear when he meets you. you were like a ray of sunshine, it was practically impossible to not like you. he might be nice, but he was awkward. you were bubbly, like pure joy condensed. the first time you meet him, was in the training grounds, gojo sensei decided to have paired training between the first and second years for the next two months. one first year would be paired up with one second year for one month. paired training was finally possible after you joined as you evened out the numbers.

the pairings were to be made on the grounds of improvement. where both of them could benefit from the other and it would be not just the juniors gaining some knowledge.

yuji was paired with toge, nobara with panda, megumi with maki and yuta with you. although you weren't there right now, yuta was sure you'll be here in a bit, right?

wrong, you didn't show up at all that day, and when he comes to the training grounds the next day, there you were in all your sweaty, glowy, glory. nobody is up this early so yuta usually trains alone here, getting a head start but it seems like you'd beat him to it and got an earlier start.

yuta just watched you pant and repeat the same fighting sequence with precision and power. he was awestruck, just standing there, katana slumped over his shoulder, mouth agape. he realizes he might look like a creep, what with his exhausted face and dark circles, but right now? he really couldn't care.

you don't even notice him until you turn to get your water bottle. you see him standing there and startle.

'oh my god, you scared me' you breathe out, hand on your chest. 'sorry' yuta says sheepishly. 'you must be okkotsu senpai? right?' 'oh yeah, and you're the new first year?' 'yeah, i enrolled while you were away. oh and i'm so sorry for not being able to make it yesterday!' you start apologizing profusely and yuta panicks and says its all right.

he walks down to you and says 'nobody starts training this early, just me.' and before you could start apologizing or take it in the wrong way yuta say 'i'm glad we can train together now, we are in paired training after all.'

and that was how you first met yuta. the thing with partnered training was that gojo sensei would assess the improvement in the pairs after the training was over. you guys had two months to help each other improve and then showcase your improvements.

by the fourth or fifth day, yuta notices that you're pretty perfect in almost everything, why did sensei pair you guys up anyway? he could've paired you with toge, he thinks.

'something wrong?' you ask, tilting your head, concern flashing across your pretty features. 'no, well, i was wondering why sensei paired us together.' 'oh that's cause we're both special grades!' you chirp, as though it was the most obvious thing ever. 'wait what? you're a special grade?!' 'yeah, you didn't know?' 'not really no' yuta says exhaling and running a hand through his hair. 'that explains why you're almost perfect.' 'why the almost?' you tease, yuta immediately goes red. before yuta can make a fool of himself, gojo sensei interferes and yuta internally thanks the heavens.

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yuta and you start training together, eating together and sometimes even studying together. you guys might not know it but practically everyone on campus was gushing about how cute you guys were, even yaga. bets were placed and now the only thing left to do was watch the story unfold.

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even after the training period was over, yuta and you hung out all the time and yuta thinks he's falling in love with you. he genuinely couldn't stop thinking about you, the way you talk, the way you laugh, your smile, it's driving him insane. he doesn’t want to break whatever this is. and he has no one to talk to. he'd rather talk to gojo sensei than talk to toge about this type of stuff.

and while yuta's going through this inner turmoil when you realize you like him too. it was a completely normal day, you were fine until nobara brought up the topic of maki liking yuta before they got together and something in you snapped. maki liked yuta? what if she still likes him? does he like her?

a million questions rush through your head and then you pause. wait. why did you care about this? that's when it hit you like a freight train. you were in love with him.

and ever since you realised that, you notice everything, the lingering touches when he's correcting your form, his smile, the look in his eyes, the way he sits around, his voice and you wanted to tear out your hair because you couldn't kiss him.

and then yuta comes back from a mission, scratches all over, he's bleeding. but he didn't go to shoko. he came to you. you open your dorm room door in the evening and when you see him there your heart leaps for joy, then you take in his state, horrified.

you don't even say anything, just pull him inside your room and shove him onto your bed while frantically searching for your first aid kit. you tend to his wounds as though you were performing surgery, whenever he flinched you looked like you were about to cry, whenever he sucked in a sharp breath you mumbled out apologies as though they were a chant. his pain was your own.

when he was finally all patched up, you slap him. he's still in shock and then you grab his collar and kiss him. you kiss him soft and slow, tears running down your face.

'you absolute idiot! you came to you junior instead of going to someone who's actually capable of healing you in seconds! are you stupid! what is something had happened to you?!' you're yelling between sobs, and he kisses you to shut you up.

'i knew my kohai was plenty capable, besides is it wrong to have wanted to see the person i love most while was in pain?' he asks softly after gently breaking the kiss. you stop crying. just hiccup and stare at him. person he loved most? but he's with - oh. 'i love you' you whisper, your forehead leaning against his. 'and i love you too.' he says.

somewhere in the next room, yuji and toge were paying up to nobara and megumi.

©hikariyaps2025

[alightelixe]

This post is very interesting, and I'd like to provide another perspective (respectfully!)

First of all, let me say I absolutely agree with you on the fact that Newt is canonically gay (which you can't really disagree with because that's just a fact). Personally, I can't see him with a woman & I'm a hardcore newtmas shipper!!

I also think it's important for people in the fandom to know that he is canonically gay, because indeed, we shouldn't just ignore his sexuality. It's just as much a part of his character as everything else, so in the sense of talking about his character (in canon), this is something that shouldn't be forgotten. Good of you to point it out and make it known to the fandom!!

What stood out to me in your post was the statement that if Newt was a real person, you wouldn't just ignore his sexuality (which I assume means you wouldn't get involved with him romantically), and therefore your reasoning is that the same principle applies to fanfiction: you shouldn't ignore/change a (gay) character's sexuality, so ships & fanfics should be in line with said sexuality. (Or at least, that's what I think you meant by that comparison?)

You say you are cool with people shipping fictional characters with anyone, but then proceed to say why you think it's not okay (even homophobic) that people ship Newt with female characters. So I don't really get what you're trying to say— is it "totally cool" or is it "disgusting", as you put it?

Personally, I don't think there's any harm in it.

For me, the thing about fanfiction that makes it so amazing, is the freedom to create whatever you want with the characters that you love. Yes, sometimes that means there's some pretty questionable content... some stuff way more morally questionable than gay characters turned straight. But still, does that mean it's inherently wrong to write about it if that's what you want? I've always agreed with the "don't like, don't read" mentality.

Because doesn't it happen the other way around very often? When canonically straight characters are gay in fanfic? Take wolfstar (marauders) for example— in canon, Remus is married to a woman, but in the fandom, everyone ships him with Sirius and Remus is often characterised as gay. If we apply the same principle as before, and look at "real life", this would be wrong. In real life, if someone is married, you wouldn't actively ship them with other people, right? And if a man was married to a woman, you wouldn't say that he's gay, right?

And sure, you could say he's not canonically "straight" just because he's married to a woman, and it's never explicitly mentioned that he only likes women. And ofc JKR is shit and therefore people often disregard the canon relationships/sexualities (and that's valid because fuck her).

The point I'm trying to make is: fanfiction is freedom, and that means for everyone. I feel that because most people on ao3 & tumblr are part of the lgbtq community, the majority of the content consists of queer relationships, often because they lack in canon. So it's only natural that we want to protect the few canonically queer characters & relationships we have.

But we shouldn't let that stand in the way of the creative freedom in fanfiction. Just like we have tons of fanfics where canonically straight characters are queer, canonically queer characters can be straight too. One isn't better than the other (and I'm not saying that's what you said, because I'm sure you didn't mean that!).

So if you get annoyed by the x fem reader fanfics, I'd say: don't interact with them. And if you want to protect Newt's status as a canonically gay character, I'd say: post about it!

Sorry for this massive paragraph (I guess I got carried away...) But it's a really interesting topic and I love discussing different views on this! Also please don't see this as an attack or something— you make a great point, and I get where you're coming from😊

In honour of pride month and me seeing one too many x fem reader fics on this website, I'd like to reiterate something to the Maze runner fandom.

Newt is a gay man.

We get it. Thomas Brodie Sangster was hot as Newt, I don't disagree. But OH MY GOD, personally it really disgusts me how much people ignore his sexuality for the sake of their own desires.

To clarify, I in no way want you guys to stop shipping yourselves/sonas/ocs with fictional characters, I think that's chill and totally cool

But PLEASE, stop ignoring the fact that Newt is a CANON GAY MAN because you want him not to be. This has been getting on my nerves for a while. You can try and walk around the topic all you want, but point blank, you're *kinda* being homophobic here. You're ignoring a character's sexuality and that's not okay.

If Newt was a real person, would you do the same? If Newt somehow existed in real life, and was a gay man (because HE IS A GAY MAN), how would you act? Would you ignore his sexuality?

Idk, I felt the need to talk about this. Its been getting on my nerves.

LET. GAY. CHARACTERS. BE. GAY.

HOT PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO NOT BE INTERESTED IN YOUR GENDER. YOU NEED TO RESPECT THAT, FICTIONAL OR NOT.

THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS WITH AMBIGIOUS SEXUALITIES ARE RIGHT THERE.

[ssentimentals]

hi love! i hope you're having a lovely day today^^ i'd like to request angsty woozi with prompt 16 pls. thank you so so muchhhh 🫶🏼

hi, darling! thank you, hope you're having a lovely day too! thank you for requesting, hopefully you'll like it! 💜

prompt: 'i'm so mad at you for this, but i'm angrier at myself for knowing i'll forgive you for it.'

the truth about loving someone is that sometimes it's not easy and it doesn't come as natural breathing.

'i'm not sorry,' you repeat like a broken record.

yeah, it's not easy, especially now. 'i was as surprised as you when she got there. i told you that me and my ex are running in the same circles and our meeting at some point was inevitable. i told you that me and her are cool-'

'well i am not cool with her,' you interrupt with voice full of venom. 'and she clearly is not cool with me, so.'

jihoon's right eyebrow twitches. he takes a deep breath. 'why would she be cool with you if you were mean to her the whole night?'

you don't reply, not at first. jihoon usually has an ocean of patience reserved for you, but now this ocean turned into a little poodle which is quickly getting dry. you never acted like that, hell, he didn't know you're capable of acting like that - mean, rude, brushing the person off like they're an empty place. and jihoon knows his ex acted off too, he was shocked when she started getting all touchy, but he could handle it. the whole point was in him handling it and he would've, he'd never want for you to feel insecure or get any wrong ideas because his heart is so full of you that there's no place for anyone else. and he would've made it clear to both you and his ex, but then you decided that you came over with a solid decision of acting like the world's brattiest and meanest girlfriend and- well. jihoon is not exactly impressed.

'at least now she knows that she can't just walk over and start climbing my boyfriend like a tree,' you huff petulantly.

'i was handling it,' jihoon grits out, trying not to lose his patience. 'i-'

'you weren't quick enough!'

jihoon stares at your stubbornly raised chin and thinks that he should be mad. he is mad, he's unbelievably angry because you are better than that, better than those mean and petty remarks, better than getting insecure because of the other girl. he thinks that he shouldn't feel the fondness warming his chest at the sight, but he does. 'i'm so mad at you for this, but i'm angrier at myself for knowing i'll forgive you for it.'

and that's the truth, isn't it? because deep down he knows that he should've closed the chapter with his ex better, much better so you'd never even have a fleeting thought about her in your head. he knows you're not that - this mean, rude, petty person - and he knows that if it all came down to it, there's his huge part that did something wrong in the equation. jihoon is mad: at you for acting up, at himself for letting this happen, at himself for not being able to actually truly be angry at you for this. loving someone isn't easy and doesn't always come as natural as breathing, but loving you is a one constant thing in his life.

'i'm sorry,' you mutter and when he looks up in surprise, you quickly add: 'not for what i did, but for the way it made you feel. i never want you to feel... like that.'

he chuckles. there goes his angel. you take small step towards him with eyes blown out with fear that he might reject you. and jihoon can be as mad as he wants, but rejecting you is something he can't do. 'i'm really angry,' he says, taking your hand in his. 'it- it showed you in such a bad light and i don't want other people thinking that this is how you are because it's not.'

you soften, stepping even closer so your noses almost brush. 'i don't care about other people. i acted rough, i can admit it. but that girl didn't get any other hints, you were being too nice and she understood it in the wrong way.' you lean in, kissing tip of his nose cutely. 'sorry.'

jihoon sags. he should fight it more, probably. but he really can't. 'no more acting like a crazy girlfriend to my exes.'

'uh, how many exes do you have?' you ask and then giggle when he glares at you. 'kidding, kidding. yeah, okay. pinky promise.'

maybe it shouldn't be enough but it is. jihoon wraps his arms around you and you hug him back tighty, clearly pleased that he's not mad anymore. sighing, he kisses your temple. loving someone isn't easy, but not when that someone is you.

a/n: why do you guys don't come back and tell me what you think :( you request and then disappear and i'm saaad :( - nini

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