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digitald0rk · 3 months ago

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I WANT SOMEONE BADLY

pairing — mark grayson x gn! hero reader. [ implied childhood friends ]

synopsis — after a hard [ immature laughing ] night of fighting crime, you take mark back to yours to spend some extra time with him, one of your closest friends. he is a yearner, through and through. [ end his misery pls 🙏🏻 ]

warnings — mentions of healing from nail biting / picking, mark and you paint each other's nails, he helps with your skincare, crazy pining, like two suggestive paras nothing too freaky though!

w.c — 2.2 k.

a/n — YES IT'S A JEFF BUCKLEY REFERENCE THE TITLE I MEAN :D I WANNA WRITE SMMM BUT i have two exams back to back and then my boards after them in like two weeks 💔💔 im cooked. ALSO HAPPY EID MUBARAK TO ALL THOSE WHO CELEBRATE ^_^ we getting rich this year gang 🤑🤑🤑 ALSO TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! luv you all mwah <3

taglist — @vm4879bb-blog @hihowyoudoin00 @fairii-majii @hepdeerness [ lemme know if you wanna be added! ]

“m- invincible,” your little slip up makes him chuckle, “pretty sure no one's gonna hear you on top of the highest rooftop in the city, but okay.” he teases you so he doesn't end up staring at you like you're the only person in the world.

“you can never be too sure,” you huff, playfully shoving him a bit followed by a fond eye roll when he pretends like you've punched his guts out or something, dramatically groaning and all.

“i was just wondering if you wanna come over? i barely have time to spend with you when i’m not being a superhero,” you start, slightly hesitant.

“ooh sleepover?”

“i mean if you want, sure.” you smile, happy to be spending time with him outside of beating people up.

stop smiling at him, please. he's already a lovesick fool, don't do this to him.

“yeah, i’m down!” he says, mentally scolding himself for sounding a little too excited, getting up he stretches a little, “let's go.”

you two fly together to your house, laughing at some stupid thing you saw, a meme or some other ridiculous thing — he wants to record your laugh and play it again and again, although his mind at night does just that so maybe there's no use of it.

he's laughing with you but his heart is beating like a drum, thank god your powers don't include super hearing or he's sure the super loud thump thump of his heart — which belongs to you and only you be concerning,

he catches a whiff of your perfume, the one you always wear — wait your hair smells different, is that a new conditioner? or shampoo? it smells nice, awfully nice. he takes a deep breath. get it together mark.

he has to maintain a little distance before he ends up doing something stupid like burying his face in your hair and kissing your head.

soon enough he finds you two on the balcony of your house, you slide open the window to your room, leaving it open for him to follow you in.

his palms feel sweaty, he's been here countless times. you two have even slept on the same bed twice. yes, you both were like ten but still!

he takes another deep breath, he steps into your room, you're nowhere to be seen. he hesitantly sits on your bed and of course it smells like you. this isn't good, his heart is going to give out.

he's toying around with your little black cat plushie when he hears the bathroom door unlock, eyes darting to your figure coming out, you've changed into your favorite comfortable pajamas.

he's going to die.

the soft material stretches over the curves and dips of your body in a way that has him gripping the plushie a little too hard.

“you're gonna suffocate him,” you joke, your voice snaps him out of it and he relaxes his grip on the soft back plushie.

flopping down onto the bed with a tired groan you prop yourself up on your elbow to face him.

the atmosphere is unusually tense, or well at least to mark. the soft flutter of your eyelashes and the way your shirt sightly rides up, revealing a slither of your soft skin has him acting like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

“heard you actually got a good grade for once in chemistry.”

he huffs, nodding with a smile, “believe me, i’m just as surprised as you are.”

the tension breaks and you two fall into easy conversation, like always. he can't keep the smile off of his face when you pull out some seance dog issue to read together and it ends up in him explaining some villain’s origin story to you.

“yeah, so honestly it's not his fault-”

“i think his biggest crime is his new outfit” he laughs at your comment.

your body would occasionally brush against his. sometimes your knees bumping or elbow nudging him when you tease him about something, he wishes he could hold you and shower you with all the affection, give you everything he has.

“i’ve been trying to grow out my nails,” you put your palm flat against the sheets, showing him your progress so far, he knows you've been trying to break the habit of picking and biting your nails. he takes your hand in his without thinking, his thumb tracing over your long nails, “looks good,” a proud smile stretching across his lips.

“thanks, I've been meaning to paint them-”

“can i paint them?” mark blurts out, he honestly just wants to hold your hand for as long as you'll let him.

you jokingly make a show of pretending to think before nodding, “sure.”

you get out of bed, opening your closet to take out a small box of all the nail polishes and other supplies you own, he excitedly looks through the box, pulling out a pretty blue shade, giddy at the thought of his suit’s main color matching with your nails.

he helps you settle your hand on a small towel so your bed sheet doesn't get stained, he uncaps the small bottle, getting to work, he'd grumble a little when he messes up, his teeth slightly dig into his bottom lip as he focuses on painting your nails and every time his hand would make contact with yours — even the slightest bit of contact leaves him longing for more.

he listens to you speak about something that happened at school last wednesday, his heart rate would pick up everytime you'd say his name in that pretty voice of yours.

he looks so proud himself when he finishes painting all the nails on your right hand, gently blowing on them so they'd dry faster, you playfully join him, blowing on your now blue nails, your breaths mingle and oh boy he's holding himself back from kissing your knuckles and telling you how beautiful you are.

you examine his painting skills, watching him put nail polish on your left hand’s nails.

he works in comfortable silence, using the crumpled up ball of tissue to wipe off any excess blue liquid that is around your nails.

“you're actually good at this, makes me wonder if you've ever painted someone else's nails before,” you mutter, his eyes dart up to hold your gaze for a moment, he'd hold it for longer but he knows it'll unravel him, it'd just end up with him pouring out his feelings — baring his heart to you.

“nope, it's actually my first time,” he admits, putting the cap back on and once again blowing at your nails, he sneaks in a small brush of his thumb against your knuckles as he helps your hand up — which is just an excuse to touch you, he folds the small towel and puts it back in your small box of nail supplies.

“do you like them?” he asks.

“yeah, looks really pretty. thanks mark,” you flash him a happy smile and he's over the moon.

“yeah, real pretty,” he whispers, except he's not only talking about your nails, he's talking about you — all of you.

the moonlight along with the dim fairy lights of your room make you look like a literal angel, he swears he can see the wings and halo.

“let me return the favor?” you ask, if only you knew he'd give you the world if you let him, he doesn't even have to think before he's nodding, a dumb lovesick smile makes it's way onto his face as he lets you maneuver his hand around and paint his nails a pretty blue — the same shade he picked for your nails.

meaning you two are matching, he finds that adorable. he also finds you adorable and wants to just bite your cheek, just a little nibble. he shakes his head slightly as if he's shaking the thought away which works, not really.

“look we're matching!” you put your hand besides his, your long nails matching his in the same blue shade. “yeah we are,” he softly mutters, wanting to lace your fingers through his but ultimately holds himself back.

he feels sad when you pull your hands away once you're done painting his nails — he would hold your hand for eternity if you let him.

he feels the tension again, his eyes lingering a second too long on your figure as you put the supplies back in your closet, with your back turned to him he can only think about one thing, you — your waist and how he'd love to grab it while he presses needy kisses all over your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks, he wonders how you'd whisper his name when his touch gets a little rough and demanding, squeezing and groping all he can reach-

woah there, can't afford a boner here mark, calm down.

he wants to kiss every inch of your body and worship you, he wants — no, he needs to.

he shifts a bit under the sheets when a familiar feeling starts to settle in his gut, waiting for you to come back to bed. although he's almost sure it'll only increase the intensity of the heat he's feeling.

you crawl back into bed, shifting around to find a comfortable position. thankfully, your stupid jokes ease his nerves a bit. he finds himself leaning closer to you, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, so here you two are almost pressed against each other, lying side by side as you two watch tiktoks on your phone, wrapped in your balnket.

“why is your whole fyp brainrot?” he'd complain and then end up laughing, although he insisted it wasn't funny.

a few more giggles and shared laughter later, he realizes just how close you two are to each other, he'd barely have to move to kiss those pretty lips of yours, would you taste like that slushie you two shared earlier? he wants to find out, he really wants to.

a small yawn escapes your lips and he swears he falls in love over again.

“tired?” he asks softly, as if speaking a little too loud would ruin the tranquility of it all.

“mhm.”

“i'm not letting you watch tiktoks till 3am, come on, let's get you to sleep hm?”

he takes your phone away, his fingers brushing against yours, the contact making his heart skip a beat.

“i still have to do,” another yawn, “my skincare,” you mutter, desperately trying to keep your eyes open.

he sheepishly offers to do it for you, he quickly gets out of bed the second you tell him what you need and where your skincare products are because if he stays this close to your sleepy form a second longer he'll end up kissing your forehead and saying those eight letters he's been meaning to say for years.

he brushes your hair out of your face, helping you with your skincare. he rubs the sweet smelling moisturizer into your skin gently, first your hands, he smiles when he sees his nails matching yours, he's never going to shut up about this moment.

then he helps you apply it to your face, taking his sweet time savoring the feeling of your skin underneath his fingertips, his rough calloused hands working skillfully.

“mark?”

“hm?”

“thank you, seriously you're the best.”

he's going to scream, he's glad your eyes are closed shut or otherwise he's sure you'd be able to spot the flush that adorns his cheeks.

then comes the serum, and finally the cherry flavored lip balm. you pucker your lips and glide the tube across your lips, coating them in a shiny slightly sticky layer.

great, you just made them more kissable. he's going to crash out.

you innocently offer him some, he can't say no to you, even you should know this by now.

his heart picks up again when you apply your lip balm to his slightly dry lips, going back and forth a couple times for good measure, his lips now shiny.

and then the realization hits him — he just indirectly kissed you. his heart might as well just beat out of his chest with the way it's pounding so hard against his ribs, like a drum.

his self control is hanging on by a thread, you tuck yourself and him in bed, sleepily mumbling, “goodnight mark,” you sound so sweet, his name on your tongue — sweeter than honey, it’s enough to drive him crazy.

and as your eyes close to get some much needed rest, he mumbles back, “goodnight.”

once he's sure you're fully asleep, he adds, “goodnight my angel,” stroking your head gently, reverently.

he presses a small kiss to your forehead, maybe, just maybe one day, he'll tell you how his heart aches for you, how it longs to hold you and be held in your loving arms — his love for you is consuming, his heart overflowing with it, he's sure if you cut open his chest, your name would be seen engraved on his heart and he wouldn't have it any other way, he will always love you.

even if you don't.

but he prays everyday that you do.

#ㅤㅤ✶ㅤ digitald0rk's library !#idk why but i imagine mark hearing cecil in his head like “lock tf in” LMAO #lowkey self indulgent because im a chronic nail biter / picker #invincible #invincible x reader #invincible x you #mark grayson #invincible fanfic #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x you #invincible fluff #mark grayson fanfic

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girl-lostconnection · 5 months ago

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I just wanna say I love your fruit bat!reader and I just had to think about the boys further misunderstanding when reader maybe has a darker aesthetic, but reader doesn't get at all the connection cause like yeah black's just a neat colour, oh I guess vampires are cool. Wait me? *Mouthful of orange or something* me no fruits all the way? I don't know what you mean.

On one side it would be incredibly funny as misunderstanding but the devil is whispering in my ear so let’s walk the other way.

Imagine Reader freshly selected to join the team, nervous about meeting new people who they read EVERYTHING on, just to be ready.

And no one is hostile, right? They are friendly, almost too friendly, which grates on your nerves a little but you know, maybe you are thinking too much about it?

Works up until the first joke about the vampires, huge wolf operator (you find out later that his call sign is Ghost).

“Know why people don’t like workin’ with vampire bats?”, the question catches you off guard, your eyes snapping to the man’s eyes and you tilt your head to the side. You don’t know him yet, you aren’t sure how much of a reaction is allowed in this circumstance.

“‘Cause they are pain in the neck”, he announces, his brown eyes boring a hole into you, his tail wagging like he is waiting for you to start laughing.

You don’t. You stare right back at him, fingers flexing so the sharp points of your claws dig into your palm and you manage a smile that feels a little too forced.

Big wolf in front of you apparently sees it as well, because you can see the way his jaw flexes under the mask.

So for some reason he decides to give it another go. (Only months later you will find out that Simon was desperately scrambling for all the bat x vampire puns he remembered, thinking that the first one sounded a little too abrasive)

“What drink does bat order at the bar?”, he asks, his left ear giving in a small twitch that catches your eye. He sure is big for the wolf, most of their family you met in the past were tall and lean but this guy is built like a bloody tank.

“What?”, you ask, heart beating a little harder than you’d like it, anxiety coiling in your gut.

“A Bloody Mary”, wolf hums out, his ear giving in another twitch and corners of your mouth curl upwards. Cute.

Wolf’s tail starts to wag again, eyes satisfied as he walks off and you follow him to see your new space and unpack.

Isn’t so bad for the first meeting, right?

But in hindsight every interaction from then on felt…somehow forced. Recurring about blood and meat and fucking Halloween. Remarks about wearing too much black or the way Soap once chuckled at the silver chain with a beautiful red cross. Not a religious symbol but simply an accessory you liked.

It all was piling up so quickly you decided to just…stay on the outside. Maybe that would be better. Maybe they were trying to tell you that they didn’t want a bat and didn’t like bats.

That they didn’t like you.

It takes time to undo and the process is slow — you are a tough nut to crack, but they don’t try to crack you. Just…make amends, yeah?

Your relationship with Simon makes a cycle when he peels you oranges, eyes soft as you devour pieces of peaches.

“Do you know what’s a vegetarian vampire bat’s favourite fruit, luv?”, he hums out, placing a peeled orange in your bowl, something in his tone making you feel fuzzy.

“What is it?”, his tail is wagging and god the way he looks at you makes something tender in your chest ache, you mouth voluntarily falling open when he pushes a piece of peach in it, eyes crinkling.

“A neck-tarine”, Simon murmurs, his tail wagging harder when you laugh after a beat, juices from fruit dripping down your chin.

You shake your head at him in faux disbelief and he grins, popping a slice of orange in his mouth.

“Can do it all night”

You roll your eyes and instinctively smack his hand away when he tries to steal your bowl.

“That’s what I’m afraid of”

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 11 months ago

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♡ ring pops, chocolates, proposals ! ♡

katsuki loves you throughout the years.

a/n : BOOM !! surprise extra on your foreheads !!! this is basically a lil extra to rpp from katsu n readers pov ! i thought it was cute n i hope yall enjoy it too <33 !! much luv xx

fem reader, slight anime n manga spoilers ! food (candy and chocolate), jealous katsuki, mentions of dicks bc katsuki calls someone one, katsuki n reader are in their 20s, reader loves rain, katsuki does not, proposal, kissinggg, reader likes romance (implied sligthly), katsuki does not (kinda), soft n emotional katsuki bc I LOVE HIM FIGHT MEEE!!! RAAHHH!!!, short n sweet, proposal, lmk if i missed sum else !! <33

"for you."

katsuki, age 6 stands in front of you. no more words are said from him as he looks off to the side, beet red face turned away from you with outstretched hands. and clutched tightly in his hands, a ring pop in your favourite color.

you beam, immediately taking it from him. "thank you, katsu !" you chirp, quickly popping the candy into your mouth. katsuki's shoulders relax when he sees you've taken the offering from him although he doesn't meet your eye fully just yet.

"do you wanna share ?" you ask sweetly, already reaching out your candy towards him seeing that he didn't have one of his one in hand. he furiously shakes his head, pushing your hand back towards you.

"no ! and this one's for you ! i already got one.." he insists, shoveling around in his backpack before the crinkle of a wrapper grabs both of your attention. he pulls out the bag of sweet ring pops and picks out an orange one for himself. showing it to you while his eyes drift away from yours. you smile, seeing that you can both eat candy together now.

"i-it's a ring. so..you're my wife," he states. your big eyes widen at him and his glowing red cheeks. you look back down at the candy you've been eating pressed around your finger. it's bigger than the rings you see on tv.

you like katsuki. he was a little rough sometimes, and he could be a little mean. but he always played with you and shared his coloured pencils. he'd sit in the reading corner with you and hold your hand when you'd go on field trips.

"oh, really ?" your face heats, he nods. "want you to be my wife, cus haruto's always lookin' at you..a-an' you're my friend. not his." he mumbles bitterly. you like haruto, he's nice to you, but not as much as katsuki. katsuki was your best friend.

"does that make you my husband then ?" katsuki gets red to the tips of his ears and his nose is practically pressed into the collar of his shirt but he nods anyways. you beam again, the taste of the flavoured candy still on your lips. " i like that !"

katsuki blinks at you, chubby little cheeks pulling into a smirk and he drops to sit down next to you roughly on the grass. finally popping his own ring in his mouth.

"then you're my wife, yeah ?" you nod and he grins, you hear the candy clack around his mouth. "means you're only ever gonna be with me." and you nod again happily because you like that, you like the thought of only being with katsuki, because he's your best friend ever.

"mhm !"

"..forever." he adds tentatively and when you nod again he snickers to himself.

wait till stupid deku hears about this.

valentine's day was fucking stupid. and white day was even stupider.

besides them being the corniest holidays ever, katsuki finds the whole concept stupid. why do you need an entire day just to grow the balls to tell someone you like them ? and the worst part is that some fuckers have the audacity to try that shit with you.

katsuki remembers when he'd started despising the stupid holidays. it was in his first year of middle school and you opened up your locker to see some chocolates and a hand written note.

it was cheesy. and fucking stupid. but you smiled about it.

you fucking liked it.

the bastard even had the nerve to walk up to you at the end of the day, when you're supposed to go home with katsuki and end up coming over to his house to do your homework together (so he could stare at you) then stay over for dinner and play some video games (so he could touch you, poke your sides to make you trip up and pinch your nose when you end up losing to him) or watch a movie (so he could hear you laugh)

you were supposed to be all his. but instead you reassure him that you'll be back in a second.

and katsuki's antsy and so annoyed his skin prickles, but he swallows it down and drags his feet towards the gates as he waits, like hell he'll leave you alone with some limp dick bastard.

he did feel better when you said you rejected the loser, and he felt much better when you still ended up spending the afternoon with him. but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

valentine's day and such was so fucking stupid in katsuki's eyes. but maybe you liked it ? you never cared much for romance outside of those stupid rom-coms you like, but maybe there was more to it.

katsuki couldn't admit it to himself then, but he hates the holidays because there's a whole day for him to grow some balls and ask you out. and yet he couldn't fucking do it.

until his first year at u.a. and you hand him a box of chocolates.

dark chocolate, you specified. "since i know you don't really like sweets all that much." you said. the slight tremble in your voice made him swallow harshly. it felt different than the chocolates you'd handed out to your classmates earlier (which he was absolutely not jealous about. at all.) and the sheer size of the box compared to the little baggies you'd handed spoke too.

these were different. these were just for him.

his bag feels extra heavy when he walks home that day, and he's never loved chocolate more than the day you'd made some just for him.

"the chocolates weren't bad." was all he'd texted you (he wasn't sure he'd be able to talk to you properly on the phone that day lest you heard the shakiness in his voice.) but he knew what he needed to do.

and a few months later, white day rolls around and katsuki still thinks it sucks. it's a stupid holiday. but he spent the entire day making these stupid holiday chocolates for you. and his ears burn when he tells you that he only made these for you, because you're the only one he cares about enough to make some stupid chocolates for on a holiday he hates.

and you smile, so bright and pretty and so you. and katsuki feels like he's on top of the world when you shyly kiss his cheek, your hand in his grip on your way home.

he guessed he'll have to tell his mom about this..and maybe think about thanking her.

the day katsuki plans to propose to you, it rains.

and not even regular rain, a fucking downpour.

and due to prior experiences and feelings he’s had since childhood, he fucking hates rain.

but you love it. when you were kids you loved jumping in puddles and during morning time, you were drowsier and more prone to falling asleep when it was raining. when you got older, you'd always gasp happily when it started to rain, even though katsuki scoffed every time you did, mean mugging the window. he'd asked you what you liked about rain every year you were together, because it was cold, it made the ground sloshy and slippery and it made his quirk basically obsolete when he was younger and harder to use the older he got. there was absolutely nothing fun about that. and you'd always tell him the same exact thing.

"i like it 'cus i just do." you'd respond simply. he always raised a brow at you, but let it be. he couldn't change your mind about it and that was it.

with his proposal plans down the gutter, you're cuddling bed. you yawn in his arms, the tapping against the window putting you at ease. katsuki can admit it's not ear grating, but he'd much rather it just—not rain at all. and he wishes that so much more now, stupid fucking rain..ruining his fucking plans to fucking marry you..

"why do you like this shit so much ?" he asks you the question he's been asking you for years now as you lay against his warm chest. he doesn't mean to do it, only realising he's been asking you this practically all his life after the fact. and it makes him realise how long you've been together when you calmly respond the way you always have, cheekily smiling up at him.

you stick your tongue out at him "i like it 'cus i just do."

oh. fuck.

katsuki doesn't know exactly why that sets him off. maybe because the fact you've been together for two decades makes him emotional. maybe it's because throughout all these years your answer hasn't changed and you haven't changed and your feelings haven't changed for him. you still smile up at him, you did when you were kids when he'd asked you to be his wife with those cheap ring pops he'd begged his mom to buy. you did in middle school even when he thought you had a crush on izuku for a while and it made him act in such an embarrassing way he doesn't want to remember it, but he does anyway. you smiled up at him when he'd asked you out with the chocolates he'd spend hours working on, making them perfect for you. and when he'd told you to just move in with him because "you're basically here all the time anyway."

you've always been there, and he's always loved you. since the day you'd mesmerised him so much at six years old he had to talk to his mom about you.

katsuki absolutely fucking hates rain, and he doubts that'll change anytime soon, and it ruined his perfect proposal. but he can't hear the rain in his ears anymore when he abruptly flips you onto your back to kiss you. all he hears in the tiny giggles you let out when he smacks three wet kisses onto your lips before diving in for a longer one. i love you, they say. he can only hear your fingers sneaking into his hair and scratching at his scalp and the happy sigh you let out when he runs his tongue across your lips.

"m'breath stinks," you mumble drowsily, katsuki grumbles, pulling away just far enough to tell you "i don't give a fuck." and diving in again. you squeal in surprise. it's all he hears.

"fuckin' love you." he grunts against your lips, you hum, briefly able to pull away to catch your breath to tell him you love him too, and pulling him closer to you, the rustling of your sheets, yours and his, is all he hears.

"yeah ? you love me ?" he whispers, going to nibble at your ear. he's all over you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and you giggle, "mhm, love you." you sigh.

"fuck.." he breathes again, bringing his face back up to yours he presses his forehead to yours "fuck—so," he places another kiss to your lips, he gulps "so marry me."

and then you blink at him "what ?" you breathe heavily, softly chuckling. and the rapid beating of his heart is all he hears, but then your eyes go glossy and you whisper, voice broken and wobbly "..what ?"

he huffs to himself, his hands search for yours and intertwine when he finds them. like the day he'd pulled you over to his mom so he could ask her to let you come over to play at his house. like when you'd offered it to him when he took you to prom and you looked more beautiful than he could ever utter. he wonders how you'd look during your wedding. he's thought about it more times than he can count.

he takes a deep breath, not pulling away "i wasn't supposed to tell you like this, fuckin rain.." he scoffs. "but—fuck, i just—you've always been there, always been with me. since i was a snot nosed fuckin' brat and at times were you shoulda left my ass." he's forgotten the shit he wanted to say, simply blurting out what's on his mind. he feels a little bad, because kirishima had helped him with his speech, but his heart beats too hard to care.

"but m'glad you didn't. m'glad you didn't before and i'm glad you haven't now 'cus i love you so fuckin' much." you let out a giggle mixed with a little sob at his constant nervous cursing and it makes him smile lightly too.

"i know there are times where i've been a pretty shit boyfriend but..but i mean it, y'know ?" he sniffs a bit, and you shake your head "you've never been a shit boyfriend, suki. just a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes," you giggle but your eyes are overflowing with tears. he chuckles and fights back tears of his own with a sniffle again.

"yeah, major pain..but even still i—when i told you i wanted you to be my wife back when we were kids, i meant it. an' when that fuckin loser tried to ask you out on valentines day in middle school, i wanted to knock his fuckin' teeth in." he smirks, and you try to hide your laugh with a gasp "wanted to tell him you were mine."

"you're such a baby. i remember how pouty you were about it."

" i wasn't pouty," he rolls his eyes, his smile doesn't disappear. he wipes away a tear about to roll down your cheek before you can get his your shirt sleeve wetter then it already is "you could've just told me back then," you whisper, holding onto the hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to his palm. katsuki feels his heart swell.

"i should've told you a lot of shit back then," he laments. he remembers when shigaraki put holes in him and the constant flashes of you on his mind. when he woke up in the hospital and you'd been there and he just couldn't tell you those three words. he'd figured that since you were both alive, he could tell you later when shit was less..messy.

except shit kept getting messier, and then when katsuki blew a hole into his heart he'd wished he could've told you how much he loved you.

but then he had gotten another chance, another chance to be with you. to be the best damn boyfriend in the world like he'd promised you he'd be, to make you happy, and he didn't care if shit got even messier, he didn't care to be scared. when he woke up with his mom and dad, a doctor and you. everything else blurred in his mind and despite your runny nose and your mix of how much you'd missed him and how worried you were but also scolding him on how much of a dummy he was, katsuki couldn't help but smile.

his mom still teases him about how the first words that he'd blurted out after waking up from his operation getting chastised by doctors were "fuck, i love you."

"but, i won't regret not telling you shit anymore. i won't wait any longer either," he kicks out of the sheets, reaching for the lowest drawer of his nightstand to pull out a little red box, grabbing you with him and placing you down right in front of him. he kneels down on one knee, like when he used to tie your shoelaces for you because you didn't know how to, and how he does to this day because 'you want to crack your head against the side walk so bad, but i don't wanna see that shit.'

he grabs your hand, and with a wobbly voice asks you "will you marry me ?"

and finally, katsuki stops hearing his own heart beat and hears the gentle tapping of the rain, still pouring, but it puts him slightly at ease when you nod and squeal out a 'yes !'

<33

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lxvvie · 4 months ago

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Heyyy girliee

I don’t know if you have already done that but I really love your writings and I was thinking about how would the cod guys act like if they were drunk?

For example I can totally see Graves forgetting that we are dating and just trying to get our numbers or Soap having a mental breakdown over everything lmaoo

The Cap'n is mushy. Defenses down. Grinning like he won the jackpot. Quokka cheeks red and prominent. He can't take his eyes off you. He's John Price the man, and John Price the man wants you to know that you're beautiful and the best thing that's ever happened to him. You let him be human for just a moment. You let him forget about the bullshit he faces on a daily.

A drunken Gaz is a sleepy Gaz, and drunk Gaz is tied with drunk Ghost in the clingly koala department. Drunk Gaz can't really sleep without you in his arms, darling, and so when you're in the bed, he's holding you like his life depends on it, your face is buried in his glorious chest, and he'll kiss the top of your head and sleepily murmur how much he loves you, darling. Also tends to think the house is haunted for some reason, so he's holding on to you to protect you? Thanks, Kyle...

Drunk Soap is the mad lad who excitedly tells everyone you said yes to going on a date with him even though you two have been together for a minute. May or may not have started a fight brawl or two with another bar patron for drunkenly hitting on you; the one who'll also take you away snickering while everyone else is still fighting because lmao. Drunk Soap goes to sleep thinking you're in his arms but it's always the dog who’s snoring in his face.

Drunk Ghost is in love with you. Pathetically in love with you. Down bad. So mushy it's disgusting. And cute. Disgustingly cute. Lets his guard down like the Cap'n, and all you see in those dark eyes is you. Everything comes out and it's all YOU. Ghost lets you have your way with him. Cover him in art, sure thing, luv. Color his tattoos in? Why the fuck not? Raspberries on his tummy? What's stopping you, sweetheart? Just... consumed by you, all with a chuckle, a ciggie dangling from his mouth, and you in his arms. He revels in the fact that you love him as much as he loves you. Tells you such in so many words, too. Ghost just fuckin' GLOWS, okay?

Phillip Graves is drunkenly serenading you and telling you all these plans he has about y'all's future together. From the bathroom. While pissing the longest piss known to man. The one who'll also croon 'Darlin'....' and kiss your cheeks a lot because it just does something to him. Just so damn affectionate. He can sing like no one's business, too. He loves to croon Marvin Gaye, Barry White, or the Isley Brothers in your ear. All with that goddamn southern twang. 'Cause he loves his darlin' so MUCH.

König is cackling like the gremlin crackhead he is and you're wondering if he'll ever realize that he's actually hugging and loving on the bedpost and not you. In true troll fashion, though, you record the whole thing and show it to him later, to his mortification. Drunk König also likes to be the little spoon.

When drunk, Horangi gets hot really quickly, and will take his clothes off. ALL his clothes off. And then he's all over you like a cat. He really likes it when you run your hands over his body, though. Goes double if your hands are cold.

Keegan is just fucking needy. Don't leave him, baby. What do you mean you gotta go to the bathroom? What do you mean you need to get a refill? The one who's out getting drunk with the other Ghosts, and he's texting you how much he loves you, how much he needs you, and then proceeds to reveal to you so many things about him, so many things that he thinks would make you leave him, but the things he reveal aren't even secretive or horrible at all (yeah, sure, of course you'd leave him because he and his friends wore the cheerleaders' outfits and he was on top of the pyramid while said cheerleaders played flag football in highschool during homecoming) so what the fuck, Keegan?

Adler is also a sleepy drunk. A sleepy, snoring drunk. A sleepy, snoring drunk who loves to sleep under your plushy throw blanket that he talks shit about when sober because your scent is on it and it helps him de-stress.

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rubywithecat · 11 months ago

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JjK men when you are too innocent for them(fem. reader)

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Here’s little update! Sorry for taking long to upload this, I have a lot of drafts but haven’t made them into posting cuz I’m again busy for school application and preparing for my April intake at language school in Osaka. Hope you enjoy this, luvs!

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Satoru Gojo

-He likes the way you look at him with inspiring wide eyes when he told you smth you don’t know. It’s his weakness and he thinks it’s so cute and u can make him die for u with that look. But not when you told him a guy told you that he want to do doggy with u that u didn’t know what that mean so u asked if he knows. He suddenly silent and then, “Who is that guy?” He asked with a frown. “Why? Is that a bad joke or smth?” U asked him, worried. He looked down at you, starring at your innocent eyes and oh fckkk his thoughts filled with lust over your innocence, he grinned “Do u want me to show you?” then pushed you to lie down on couch and licked his lips. “I will fcking murder that pervert later but for now, let me take care of you first” said he.

Toji Fushiguro

-You just started working at a bar and Toji and his friends are regulars there. “Hey new girl, don’t you know how to serve us, pretty?” A man from their group yelled, looking at you like a dish. U didn’t like that but you don’t know what he mean either. “Umm… do u want me to take another order, sir…?” U asked, nervously. The men laughed but stopped by Toji. “Dudes, don’t scare out of this innocent kid” he looked you up and down. U were scared and stepped back a little. He chuckled then, stood up and stepped closer and closer to you. He touched your face and lifted it to look at him. How cute ur resisting his strength he thought. “U don’t need to serve those bastards. U only have to serve me” he grabbed your waist. “Give me your number” he whispered. “I’m not interested in you” you pushed him but it didn’t work. He smiled. “Don’t worry, I will find it out later”

Kento Nanami

-You’re an intern and being hit on by a lot of guys at workplace cuz of your beauty. They took advantage of your friendliness and innocence that see good in everyone. One day, you were printing something and suddenly, your colleague shamelessly flirt with you which makes you so uncomfortable. “Do you wanna come drink with me tonight? We can go love place later” he asked. “What is the love place?” you asked. “Oh well, it just a place where you can watch movie and chill” he lied. “So r u up to it?” he asked but interrupted by Nanami. “I thought flirting at workplace is forbidden” he reminded the guy. “If u don’t wanna lose your job, step out”. The guy looked scared, “Yes, sir…I’m so sorry” he said and left. Nanami turned back to you which you were just starring. “How on earth you don’t know what is love place is?” He sighed. “You look like you are easy to deceive” he said. “I’m sorry… thanks a lot anyway” u said before you left and he was surprised it made his heart beat so fast.

Megumi Fushiguro

-He was busy but when you phoned him, he pick up. “Megumi!” U said. “Yeah what’s up again” he said. “A guy in my class dm me like how about we sexting… like what does that mean? Did he spelled that wrong or smth?” You asked. Megumi was stunned. “How do you not know about it” he sighed. “Just block the guy”. “I can’t! He’s our project leader” you said. “Give me his number I will ask him what does that mean for you, ok?” He asked, so you did. Later that day, when that guy see you at school, he looked so frightened and randomly apologizing to you and begging for forgiveness, which made u so confused.

Suguru Geto

-You started dating him a few months ago and he’s comfortable enough to ask you this. “So, what’s your body count?” He asked as he watched at you eating a cake. “Huh?” You asked, confused. “Body count?”. He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? It’s ok if you’re uncomfortable talking about it” he said. “No like I don’t know what you mean… is it like in a game?” You asked which made him laughed so hard. “Guess it’s zero then” he smirked. “Seriously what’s that?” U asked again. “Never mind you will see what it mean later” he said as he wiped the cream on your lips with tissue.

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phntxm · 7 months ago

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Love Languages hcs n/sfw

} real world, the nsfw part is VERY short y-y characters; mr. gap & mr. scarletella

My beloved aka Mr. Gap

he’s annoying and cute (canon)

likes to surprise you but acts nonchalant about it

no worries about danger in an alley—he always keeps an eye on you, and no one would dare touch you (he scares them away first)

the dev said it’d be funny to make players say something like, "what do you mean you’re kind when you’ve caused so many game overs?" when he helps you and calls himself good/kind.

yeah, he’s silly like that (luv him)

his love languages are gift-giving, quality time, and physical touch

gift-giving: as much as he loves receiving things from you, he loves giving things to you too

quality time: he can appear anywhere, anytime. sometimes, he’ll only spend a short time with you before leaving to prank someone, but at the end of the day, he’ll always come back to you—often in surprising ways (like appearing under your bed or blanket)

physical touch: the moment he reached his arms out to hug the mc, I was screaming—he’s so cute! I thought he’d be the type to dislike being touched, but he reached out first, so yeah

Mr. Scarletella

most of the main characters are born as ghosts, and since they’re born from people’s beliefs (similar to Rise of the Guardians), if people don’t believe in them, they can’t be seen

at first, I headcanoned him as asexual since he’s more of a phenomenon than a person, but this is a romantic horror game, so...

he learns about love by watching human lovers, but he’s still bad at it, and his love is twisted, so his actions aren’t exactly normal

in Japan, it’s common for guys to be shy and for girls to confess their feelings first

the scene where he says "me like you" follows a moment where we give him a gift and he says, "you like me" this can be interpreted as us confessing love to him first

the word "together" (一緒に), if I’m not wrong, can imply romantic feelings. Saying you’re going to do something together can lead someone to think you have feelings for them

physical touch: he imitates what he thinks humans consider romantic—holding hands, staying close to each other, etc.

words of affirmation: honestly, the only thing you’d probably need to say to him is to tell him to stfu already

acts of service & gift-giving: he lures someone with his illusions to lead them to his territory, just so you can hunt them down. he also helps you cover the evidence if needed and offers human prey as a gift for you

quality time: bros been spending his time stalking you since the very beginning

nsfw;

Mr. Gap

dacryphilia

if you being stressed and cry, he'd be worries, but on the bed is other thingggg broo

TEASES A LOT

like both verbally and physically with your body

orgasm denial, he enjoys keeping you on edge

likes to appear at the edge of your bed at night, crawling from your toes up to your body

appear under your blanket to fingering u

bro MIGHT just be really good at fingering

Mr. Scarletella

somnophilia

I think mr. crawling would be into this too but the different is, mr.crawling he lets you know and ensures you both consent, on other hand, mr. scarletella just does it cuz he wants

role play master-servant but he's the servant

into spanking and bl00d play too but he's M not S

#homicipher x mc #homicipher #homicipher x reader #mr scarletella #homicipher memes #homicipher mc #homicipher scarletella #mr. gap #mr. crawling #homicipher mr crawling #homicipher mr. gap #mr scarletta #mr scarletella x mc #mr scarletella x reader #mr scarletella x you #mr gap x reader #mr gap x you #homicipher mr scarletella

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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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Here is my "hear me out" for today because i have been having a brainrot after sth i have read about him ;

Isagi is the embodiment of the song 24/7 by Celina Sharma and Harris J. That song captures EVERYTHING i wanna say to him , maybe even less.

What would your thoughts be on this ?

(It's not a request , just a little hot take. Luv you and your works. Take careee...🩵🩷)

“𝟐𝟒/𝟕 𝐢��𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: I LIKE THIS SONG OMG??? this is the first time i listened to it and i fell in love immediately (it’s giving me niki vibes)

also haven’t written a oneshot in a while and i feel the same way about isagi + had a similar idea in my drafts so 🌚

“can we talk?”

you don’t mean for it to come out so quiet, so unsure. but isagi’s halfway into his second protein bar of the night and you’re not sure if he’ll even register it.

but he does. of course he does.

his eyes flicker up, a little wide with surprise, and then soften immediately. “yeah. ‘course.”

he sets the bar aside without finishing it. turns off the TV. shifts to face you fully on the couch like it’s something serious. and suddenly your heart does this dumb little backflip. because of course he takes you seriously. even when you don’t take yourself seriously.

you suck in a breath. “i’ve been… thinking.”

“uh-oh,” he grins. “dangerous.”

you throw a pillow at him. he catches it, laughing, and hugs it to his chest. you don’t even know how he makes that look endearing.

“i’m serious.”

“okay, okay.” he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. his voice gentles. “what’s going on?”

you look at your hands, then at him, and then somewhere in the middle because eye contact feels like standing on a ledge. “i just… wanna talk. about us.”

“us?”

you nod.

he straightens, alert now, all traces of teasing gone. “is something wrong?”

“no– i mean– kind of.” you chew your lip. “not bad wrong. just… weird wrong. like, confusing.”

isagi waits, patient and still, like he's determined to give you all the time in the world.

you groan. “ugh, okay, this is going to sound so sappy and maybe a little unhinged, but you know how we started casual, right?”

“yeah.”

“well. i don’t think i’m good at that.”

he tilts his head. “at casual?”

“at pretending it’s casual when it’s clearly not.” you finally look him in the eye. “i miss you even when you’re just in the other room. i wait for your texts like i’m twelve. and i keep telling myself, ‘don’t be clingy, don’t be needy,’ but i’m not even mad about it anymore.”

“you’re not?”

“no! i’m just– ugh, i like you. too much. and i don’t think it’s casual anymore. not for me.”

your face is burning. you want to crawl into a hole. but isagi doesn’t say anything for a moment, he just looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. like he’s stunned.

and then, in the softest voice you’ve ever heard from him, he says: “good.”

your eyebrows furrow. “good?”

“yeah,” he exhales, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “because i’ve been going insane trying to act normal about you. and i’m so bad at acting.”

you blink. “wait. you too?”

“you think i haven’t noticed every time you laugh and cover your mouth with your sleeve like it’s illegal to be that cute? or how i check my phone way too much even when i know you’re at work and won’t answer right away? or how i play back your voice in my head like it’s a freaking playlist?”

you’re… stunned.

isagi continues, now pacing himself like he’s catching up to a confession he’s been dying to say out loud.

“every time i walk you home and you wave at me from your window, it’s like– i don’t know, like the sun came back out. i go back and lie in bed smiling like an idiot. you got me all in my head.”

you press a hand over your face. “we’re so down bad.”

he laughs, sweet and sheepish. “i know.”

“and you’re okay with that?”

he scoots closer. “i’m more than okay with it. i wanna be yours. not kinda, not technically, not maybe if it works out. just yours.”

your heart clenches. you whisper, “you mean that?”

“yeah,” he says, brushing his fingers against yours. “24/7, it’s just you. you, you, you, you–”

“okay,” you groan, cutting him off with a flustered smack to his arm, “don’t quote the song, you loser.”

“you started it!” he laughs, catching your hand and holding it.

you let him.

“so, what now?” you murmur.

he intertwines your fingers and leans his forehead against yours. “now we stop pretending.”

you nod, breath catching. “okay.”

“now you tell me all the things you were too afraid to say before.”

“okay.”

“and now we order food and make out during the delivery wait time.”

you laugh. “okay.”

“and i get to post that blurry photo of you from last weekend and caption it ‘mine.’”

you blink. “no.”

“please?”

“not until i approve it!”

“so you're saying there's a chance?”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling so hard it’s embarrassing.

isagi yoichi is grinning at you like he just won the world cup again. and in a way, maybe he has.

because you’re not just a secret anymore. not just a maybe.

you’re his.

and 24/7, he’s thinking about you.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #24/7 i'm thinking about you

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clovercap · 1 month ago

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unsaid (part 2)

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note: hi!! thank you guys for all the love on part one, oh my gosh!!◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ i think i'm gonna make 1-2 more parts and finish up this little series! please let me know what you'd like to see and send me asks! reblog and like if you liked this and lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part ᵔદᵔ okay luv u all hope you enjoy!!

pairing: bfs!rafe and bsf!y/n

summary: y/n is heavily overthinking and rafe seems perfectly fine

warnings: this is 18+. alcohol use.

“You aren’t gonna surf?”

Everyone is at the beach, and it’s mid-afternoon, the day after the party. Rafe’s sitting next to you, sunglasses on as he frowns at the ocean. It’s obvious that he’s hungover, which typically makes him irritable. You’re used to it, but it was hard not to take his attitude personally after last night.

I always need you. I can breathe when you’re around.

What the fuck did he mean by that?

You glance at him in the beach chair beside you, your hand playing in the sand between your chairs.

“No,” He replies hoarsely. “I feel like shit.”

He hasn’t mentioned what he said last night. You wonder if he even remembers. It doesn’t seem like it, considering how fucked up he was. By the end of the night, you were dragging him onto Kelce’s couch because he could barely walk.

You, on the other hand, were unfortunately sober enough to remember. The more you thought about it, the more you spiraled. You couldn’t help but wonder if his words meant something more. Combined with all the things he had been doing, acting a bit more protective, being a bit more touchy and sweet. It all makes you think that maybe he does feel something more for you, like you do for him.

It’s been eating away at you, ever told you he needed you, like the porch swing had become a confessional for just a moment. You have an aching feeling in your gut begging you to just ask him about it, but you restrain yourself. The logical reasoning that tells you he was just drunk, just being nice, holds you back.

“Yeah, you were gone.” You finally respond, hoping to cover your distress with a soft laugh.

You feel his gaze on you as you mess with the sand. It feels heavy, like molasses has suddenly enveloped you. He doesn’t respond, which doesn’t surprise you. There wasn’t anything else to say regarding his hangover, and there was no way in hell you would bring up what he had said.

“Hey! What’re you guys doing out here? The water’s great.” You look up from the sand to see Ruthie walking in front of you both, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders with a hand on her hip and a seltzer in her other hand.

“I’m hungover,” Rafe says simply, looking up at her through his sunglasses. “Swimming won’t go over too well.”

“I totally get that,” She giggles like he was trying to be funny.

Her eyes drift to you, and her tone is much less friendly. “Why aren’t you in the water?”

“M’tanning.” You reply, keeping your voice level.

She tilts her head and smirks. “You can’t tan like that.”

She’s not wrong. You’re hunched over in the beach chair, playing with the sand. The way you were sitting was not suitable for a good tan.

“I guess.” You say, and you stand up. Maybe swimming would help get your mind off things. “The water better be as nice as you’re making it out to be.”

“Oh, it will!” She calls to you as you walk towards the shore. You look back and see she’s taken your seat, leaning over and talking to Rafe. You snap your head back to the ocean and keep walking like your chest didn’t heat up in the disgusting way it usually did when you saw Rafe talking to other girls.

When your feet hit the water, you realize Ruthie was unfortunately right. The water was great. Just cool enough to escape the blazing heat, and just warm enough to feel relaxing. You head further in, closing your eyes and dipping under the waves. You hold your breath and count to 30. You gasp for air as you come back up and see the waves have pulled you even further out. Your toes barely touch the bottom, so you lie on your back, letting the gentle waves bring you closer to shore.

You don’t know how long you’re in the water, switching between floating and swimming, all while never looking back at the shore. You hear your name being called as you float on your back. His voice is so familiar it almost hurts, and you sigh as you let your legs sink back to the ocean floor, watching Rafe wade towards you.

“What’s up?” You ask, swimming towards him.

“You’ve been in here for like, almost an hour. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” He says gruffly, crossing his arms.

The water reaches your thighs as you stand. You force a smile, running your thumb under your bikini strap. “I didn’t realize I was out here for so long, sorry.”

“It’s fine, just—you should really be paying more attention.”

It’s like he’s admonishing you, and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” You mumble, looking away from him as you rub your arm. It’s a weak attempt to settle your nerves.

His face twists. “No, don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t’ve—” He cuts himself off and shakes his head. He glances down and drops his arms, bending down to feel the water on his hands. “Water’s nice.”

You nod and smile tightly at his deflection.

“Maybe it’s your turn to lie out in the ocean for an hour.” Your chest bubbles as you attempt to lighten the mood.

He looks up at you from the water, and his gaze penetrates you. It’s like he knows something you don’t. You swallow.

Then he shakes his head, looking back towards shore, and the feeling is gone. “Nah, I just wanted to come check on you.”

You still, and the waves hit against you. You can’t help how the most casual sentence from him sounds like the most meaningful thing you’ve ever heard. Even though you know it’s not. Since last night, though, it feels like everything he says just…means more.

“Wanna head back? Maybe you can actually tan.” He breaks the silence you barely even noticed.

“Maybe.” You say, looking over towards the shore. Ruthie is still in your chair, and you bristle at the sight.

Rafe follows your gaze. “Okay,” He says gently. “Well, I’m gonna head back.”

He looks back at you expectantly. You really didn’t want to follow him back to shore. You felt like you followed him everywhere and hated yourself for it.

“I’m gonna stay in the water a bit longer.”

He nods with a small smile. “Try not to float away.”

You let out a strained laugh and watch as he turns around.

You look out towards the horizon, swimming towards it. You had always been independent, but as long as you’ve known Rafe, you’ve always just been by his side. You had become attached to him in a way that scared you.

You weren’t sure when you started feeling more for Rafe. All you knew was that your feelings were recent and overwhelming. You had never been the type to need someone as much as you need him in your life. Maybe that’s why the thought of possibly—most likely— ruining things between you felt so heavy.

You grew up with everything handed to you, everything decided for you, and the only thing you could control was your feelings. That’s partially why you and Rafe had gotten as close as you did. He struggled with the expectations placed upon him to be the perfect Cameron, while you felt the pressure to be just as successful as your family was. It was a perfect match of privileged teenagers dealing with overwhelming expectations.

But now, you couldn’t control your feelings. Now they had taken a hold over you, and you felt like a puppet being toyed with by his hands. And ever since that stupid fucking party, it’s been even worse. The rule you had over your emotions had been overthrown. Stripped from you, leaving you with this hollow feeling in your stomach that only Rafe could fill.

Thinking of him only deepened that emptiness, and you look at the distant horizon. An abrupt barrier between the sky and sea, a wall that isn’t real, but is always there. Sometimes you felt like that with Rafe. He’s never let you in entirely. Maybe that’s why his words at the party hit so hard.

You can’t help yourself as you look back towards the shore, and your eyes immediately find him without even trying. You see Rafe sitting in his chair, Ruthie still in yours. Maybe it’s time you just go home.

You swim towards the shore and walk up onto the sand. Ruthie doesn’t bother moving from your seat as you get closer. If anything, she’s ignoring you, focusing solely on Rafe. You try not to look at him and grab your beach bag.

You take a few steps away and pull your towel out, wrapping it around yourself. You attempt to keep your composure as you hear her laugh at something he says, but you can’t help that flicker in your chest. It shouldn’t get to you the way it did.

“Hey, are you leaving?”

You look over to see Rafe's eyes on you. He looks slightly disappointed.

“Yeah, I’m tired from last night,” You shrug. “Think I’m just gonna go home and take a nap.”

The emotionless expression on his face morphs into a small frown. “You alright?” He asks.

You nod and force a smile. “Yeah, can you just?” Your eyes dart to Ruthie in your chair, now looking at her phone. “Grab my chair when you leave?”

He grips the armrests like he was about to stand, but he doesn’t. He stays seated, and his lips twitch in annoyance. “Yeah.”

“Thanks, I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.” You lift your hand in a feeble wave, and he just nods.

You walk to your car parked not too far away on the sand. You and Rafe were just friends. That’s all. You just had to keep telling yourself that. You just needed to get over it.

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A few days later, you find yourself at the country club. Rafe and you had texted occasionally, and he was the one who told you that you should come, but as you stand next to Kelce and sip your iced tea, you see Rafe leaning against the bar, talking to Ruthie again.

You decided after the beach that you had to keep some distance between the two of you. Give yourself time to just get over it. Over him. But it was getting harder and harder to do so when it felt like the two of them were rubbing…whatever it was they were doing, in your face.

You thought he didn’t like her. He had even told you once how her voice irritated him to no end, and she was a ‘pick-me’. But there he was, smirking as she babbled on about something you couldn’t even follow. You tear your gaze from them and focus back on Kelce, who was rambling on about something with his boat.

“…and my dad’s pissed ’cause I didn’t ask him before I got it wrapped, like it’s his fuckin’ boat,” Kelce scoffs, sipping his whiskey as he looks at you. “Are you even listening to me?”

You blink. “Yeah.”

Kelce looks over at Rafe and Ruthie, and a small grin crosses his face. “Oh, I see.” He nods like he knows something.

“See what?’ You frown, praying Kelce hadn’t picked up on your increasing jealousy.

He laughs a bit and crosses his arms. “Man, if you thought you were obvious before…”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“We all know, y’know.” He says, a little less teasing now.

Your heart starts to beat a little faster. You don’t want to ask, but you have to. “Know what?" Your words come out slow.

Kelce just looks at you like you’re stupid. Like he knows that you know what he means. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Whatever you think, you’re wrong.” Your voice is tight, and you sip your tea as if it would help. You didn’t want Kelce knowing about whatever it was Rafe made you feel. You weren’t even fully sure yourself.

“Sure. I won’t say anything, don’t worry.” He laughs and pats you on the back. It’s then that you feel Rafe’s presence. He steps next to you and looks between you and Kelce.

“Worry about what?” He asks, eyes darting over you. His voice is casual, but his body is tense.

You just look at him, unable to attempt a lie with him standing so close.

“Me getting in trouble for throwing last week, and trying to throw again this week.” Kelce shrugs as he saves you, and you look back at him, thankful.

Rafe just looks between the two of you for a moment. “Why would you worry ’bout that?” He chuckles, rubbing his knuckle under his nose, something he only did when he was bothered.

“I just—I don’t know,” You shrug. “You know how his neighbors are sometimes.” You sip your iced tea again, like it can help the heat that flows through your chest as he stares you down. “Two parties so close might be too much.”

Rafe nods, and he seems to loosen up. “You need to stop overthinking.” He grins and pokes your arm. His small touch feels like a gut punch, and you instinctively take a small step back.

“Yeah.” You laugh and nod like that’s not what you’ve been trying to do for the past 4 days. Like you haven’t been cursing yourself internally every time you’ve caught yourself thinking back to Kelce’s last party.

He looks at you for a second, and you hear Kelce get wrapped up in a conversation with one of your friends, but you can’t take your eyes off Rafe.

“We were gonna go to the beach after, do you wanna come?” He asks, leaning down, just so you could hear.

His closeness makes you feel overwhelmed, and you shake your head. “No, I think I’m actually gonna head home. I’m tired.” You smile at him.

His gaze softens. “You sure? I can come with you.” It’s a simple offer. It’s casual and friendly, but you start to think maybe it’s more. You shake your head, more at yourself than anything.

You hate how fast you were about to say yes. But you couldn’t allow yourself to become any more disillusioned with him.

“It’s okay, I’m just gonna nap. But I’ll see you later.” You say quietly, setting your now empty iced tea on the counter, hoping your rejection of his offer landed well.

He’s silent for a second as his eyes narrow. “Alright, I’ll see you later.” He nods slowly.

You feel his eyes on you as you say bye to everyone else and push open the country club doors. You can finally breathe as you walk towards your car.

Distance, distance, distance.

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checkeredflagggs · 2 months ago

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Your Day

pairing: jenson button x reader

summary: jenson spoils his partner on their birthday

a/n: happy birthday @sinofwriting

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jensonbutton: a special breakfast for a special day 💚

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user1: oh to be dating Jenson Button…

↳user2: I wish — that man has aged like fine ass wine

↳user1: nom nom nom

logansargaent: tell ‘em I said happy birthday!

↳jensonbutton: I’ve been told you’re more then welcome to join us whenever and wherever

↳jensonbutton: and I suspect that’s a threat

↳logansargaent: 😂😂

↳logansargeant: on my way

↳user3: this is my Roman Empire…

user4: jenson is out here making breakfast in bed for his partner’s birthday and im struggling just to get a text back 😭😭

↳user5: girl I’ve told you — dump his ass

↳user6: definitely! Go find yourself a jenson!

sebastianvettel: happy birthday y/n!

↳y/n: Thank you seb — and thank you for the book on bees. It was very informative!

↳user7: I’m crying — he got ‘em a book on bees…

fernandoalo_oficial: Feliz cumpleaños

↳y/n: Thanks Nando! And many thanks for the wine — it’s my favorite

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y/n: I think I’ve been kidnapped? But he’s hot so it’s ok!

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user8: yeah ok I get it

user9: I mean I’d also let myself be kidnapped by him?

jensonbutton: stop telling people I’ve kidnapped you!

↳y/n: I’m being taken to a secondary location without my permission!

↳jensonbutton: it’s called a surprise — a birthday surprise even…

↳logansargeant: idk that sounds like a kidnapping to me…

↳jensonbutton: not you too kid…

oscarpiastri: blink twice if you need help

↳y/n: 🙂😑🙂 🙂😑🙂

↳jensonbutton: seriously??

↳user10: ok but that’s talent — getting emojis to blink for you

↳oscarpiastri: I’ve texted mark and he just laughed

↳y/n: I knew he was slightly useless…

↳aussiegrit: thanks y/n liked by y/n, jensonbutton

user11: ok but actually what’s happening here??

↳y/n: not sure! Jenson just grabbed me and put me in his car

↳user12: 😂😂 maybe some questions next time?

↳y/n: I tried but I just got lost in his eyes…

↳user12: same

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y/n: he about gave me whiplash when he spotted the flower stand and stopped fast but the flowers are pretty (he is too) so all is forgiven!

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user13: he just randomly stopped to get you flowers?? That’s so precious

↳user14: he is setting STANDARDS

↳user15: the man that he is…

user16: supporting both small businesses and his partner…love that

↳user17: y/n is sooooo lucky liked by y/n

lewishamilton: happy birthday y/n!

↳y/n: Thank you Lew! And thank you for the presents! The purses absolutely match the shoes Nico sent me! liked by fernandoalo_oficial, aussiegrit, jensonbutton, sebastianvettel

↳user18: that’s hilarious — did they really send matching gifts?

↳y/n: They did!

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y/n: I’ve never been so spoiled 💙💙

↳jensonbutton: you deserve this and so much luv

user19: ok but does he know how to cook…

↳user20: my money would be on no

↳y/n: shockingly he does!

↳jensonbutton: shockingly???

↳y/n: Listen…I saw what you tried to pass off as meals a couple of years ago

↳jensonbutton: …I’ve been taking lessons

↳y/n: awwwww

↳user20: ok that’s adorable

logansargeant: that looks good! do I get this kind of service when I’m with you guys?

↳y/n: I’ll share mine if you don’t!

↳jensonbutton: sighs…yes you’ll get this kind of service Logan

↳logansargeant: score!

fernandoalo_oficial: you’re never treated me to something like this…

↳y/n: ummm because he’s my partner??

↳fernandoalo_oficial: you will never had what we had

↳y/n: I’m not afraid to throw hands old man!

↳jensonbutton: alright let’s pack it in.

user21: ok do i mention the romantic tension between Logan and them or Nando and them first???

↳user22: idk about you guys but I’m #teamlogan

↳user23: man have you seen the is history that Nando and Jenson have?? #teamnando all the way

↳user24: …both??

↳user25: both. Both is good

Bluesky

user26: nom nom nom

↳user27: holy shit big same!

user28: have you ever seen such a fine ass specimen???

↳user29: I mean you could look at some of his old coworkers…

↳user30: but he’s such a cut above the rest!

user31: I can’t believe how fast I’m dropping to my knees for a white man…

↳user32: they’d be bruised constantly

user33: I’m barking. I don’t care anymore I’m barking

↳user34: nurse! she’s out again!

user35: bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly

↳user36: Mom help me. I’m scared

user37: ok but jenson and y/n together? at the beach?

↳user38: they’re definitely going out on his boat!

user39: I’m gonna need all the pictures of him in this suit…

↳user40: where are the tumblr girlies at??

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user50: they're so pretty…

↳user52: they really really are

jensonbutton: home is wherever you are luv

↳y/n: such a romantic…💙

↳jensonbutton: only for you 💚

user53: ok who do i have to harm? Who do I have to pray to? Who do I have to take out? To get this kind of love…

↳user54: same but asking for a friend

↳user55: absolutely not asking for a friend. I want this for myself holy shit

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jensonbutton: When I met you all those years ago, I didn’t know I was meeting my forever, the light of my life, the missing piece of my soul, the best decision I’d ever made, the greatest prize I’d ever win.

Thank you y/n for choosing me. For loving me. For everything you do for me.

I wanna wish you the happiest birthday luv.

Here’s to a lifetime more 🥂

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sugardollcurse · 2 months ago

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hi luv! can you little do head cannons of the boys comforting their girl after an argument, or of how they respond to personal press questions about the two of them? thanks doll 💕

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

꒰ pairings ꒱ paul mccartney x fem! reader, john lennon x fem!reader, george harrison x fem!reader, ringo starr x fem!reader

꒰ note ꒱ hi angel!! tysm for the sweet ask 💌 i just finished them.. hope you like what i came up with ♡

꒰ JOHN ꒱

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that… I just can’t stop once I start, can I?”

John fights to win, not to resolve. His words are weapons.

Sharp, fast, and defensive.

He doesn’t mean half of what he says, but he says it anyway.

He talks at you, not with you in the heat of it.

If you walk away or go quiet, it pisses him off.

He thinks you’re punishing him, retreating, making him the bad guy.

It hits something deep. Rejection, abandonment.

But once he calms down, the guilt hits hard.

It’s quiet. Not melodramatic. He’ll smoke alone, stare into space, stew in it. Thinks about every word he said. Starts hating himself for it.

He won’t apologize right away. He needs time to sit with it.

But when he does come to you, it’s raw and real.

His apologies are clumsy but honest:

“I’m a twat, yeah? Don’t know why you put up with me.”

He won’t always say “sorry”, but you’ll know he means it

He’ll be physically close, quiet, watching you like he’s waiting for you to leave.

He may touch your face very gently, tentatively, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to.

“Did I really mess it all up?” is written all over him.

He’ll try to fix it with a small gesture

A drawing, a letter, a stolen flower, playing you a song you both love.

Deep down, he wants peace more than anything

But he doesn’t know how to ask for it without sounding weak.

꒰ PAUL ꒱

“Come on, love, let’s not do this to each other. Please. I hate fighting with you.”

Paul is conflict-avoidant, so arguments shake him deeply.

He hates when the harmony breaks, and he’ll do everything to put it back together.

That said, when he does fight, it’s because something’s been building. He’ll bottle things up until he explodes.

His anger is controlled, but pointed.

He won’t yell, but his words will cut. He knows exactly where your soft spots are.

He regrets it the moment he sees your face fall. Immediate emotional hangover.

He’s a natural soother

He’ll reach for you even before he apologizes, just to physically bridge the gap: a hand on your shoulder, brushing your hair back.

“Let’s talk about this, yeah?” is his go-to after the dust settles.

If you need space, he’ll give it, but it kills him.

He’ll be pacing, writing half-songs, trying not to ring you. Obsessively replays the fight in his head.

His apologies are thorough. “I shouldn’t’ve said that. You didn’t deserve it. I was scared and took it out on you. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

He’ll try to make you laugh. Not to minimize it, but because if he can make you smile again, he knows things are healing.

Paul needs to be forgiven. Not out of ego, but because he feels everything.

He’s a fixer. He’ll bring you tea, your favorite flowers, offer a back rub, light candles, anything to bring peace back.

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

“I don’t want to go to bed mad at you. I can’t stand that feeling.”

George doesn’t scream or explode unless he feels totally disrespected or like he’s being ignored.

But he does bite, with sarcasm and a short fuse. And when he’s hurt, he gets defensive as hell.

After a fight, he needs a moment.

He’s got this natural urge to pull away, to go sulk, stew, smoke, pace, play guitar.

It’s not out of cruelty—it’s self-preservation. He’s learned not to lash out further when he’s raw.

But he doesn’t like the distance, either. When things cool down and you’re not coming to him, he comes to you, stubbornly, sometimes awkwardly, but he does.

You might hear a soft knock at the door or feel the bed shift when he sits down next to you in silence.

He fidgets with his hands or picks at the hem of his sleeve when he’s sorry. His apologies don’t come perfectly worded, but they’re real.

“I was just tryin’ to be heard and I ended up shouting over you. It wasn’t fair. I know that.”

George wants to be understood, so comforting you is also him explaining where he came from, but not to justify, to open up.

He wants the same from you. "If you’re upset, tell me. Don’t just go quiet. I can’t take that.”

He’s not always the best with verbal comfort, he tries, but sometimes his love language post-fight is proximity: laying next to you, resting a hand on your knee, things like that.

꒰ RINGO ꒱

“I didn’t just come here to be liked when things are easy, y’know. I’m not leaving just ‘cause we had a fight.”

He feels physically ill after a fight.

His stomach knots, chest tightens, eyes sting. It just wrecks him inside. He doesn't know if he's angry or sad.

Paces the room, wringing his hands, mumbling to himself.

He absolutely hates being at odds.

Silence from you makes him panic a little, but he’ll respect your space.

Still, he can’t stand waiting. Eventually, he’ll come find you, quiet knock on the door, then:

“Sweetheart… can I come in? Please?”

He comforts through softness and silliness.

He’ll bring something ridiculous like a dandelion he picked on the way.

“Look, risked me life in a stranger’s lawn for this. Thought it might win you back.”

He’ll sit on the floor if you’re on the bed.

Just rest his chin on your knee and look up at you, utterly open.

“I can be an idiot, but I don’t want you to go to bed sad.”

He holds your hand even as he’s apologizing, like he needs that grounding, needs to feel you’re still there.

Afterward, he’s incredibly affectionate. He snuggles up like he’s trying to burrow into you.

Wraps his arms around your middle, tucks his face in your neck.

"Still love me?"

And when you say yes, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours.

He stays close all night. He’ll fall asleep touching. Knee to knee, chest to back, hand in yours. Needs it. Can’t rest otherwise.

The next morning, he’ll still be a little sheepish. Might bring you breakfast with a flower tucked behind his ear like, “Peace offering, again.”

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cameronsbabydoll · 1 month ago

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can u pls do one on how puppy reader and rafe r around his family as well? i cant imagine how he’d have to tame her infront of his dad or does his dad find her cute? also!!! what about puppy reader and rafe being at her family’s bbq or something like that and she calls her real dad daddy and rafe is just annoyed in general bc her family is too much for him and that’s kind of the last straw and he punishes her maybe or says something super mean (or maybe spanks her in her childhood bedroom) and she’s all teary eyed and sad around her family after that

also!!! can i ask which reader do u like writing about the most? 🥥🥥

a/n: i luv writing for babydoll!reader and bunny!reader but puppy!reader is growing on me cuz she’s so cute!

around rafe’s family:

puppy!reader tries so hard to be good. she’s still bubbly and sweet, but definitely more on edge. she clings to rafe a lot, not out of neediness, but nerves. his house is big and quiet, his dad has that disapproving look all the time, and rose is all sharp smiles and polite judgment.

she sits very pretty at dinners. hands folded, lips glossy, answering questions sweetly even if she doesn’t quite understand them.

wags her metaphorical tail when ward chuckles and says, “this one’s like a little golden retriever, huh?”

rafe acts all annoyed about it — sighs, mumbles “yeah, she’s something,” — but secretly he likes that his dad thinks she’s sweet and harmless. he likes having her under the table with her head on his knee, or feeding her bites off his plate when rose isn’t looking.

but if she gets too talkative, or interrupts him, or says something that makes her sound dumber than he wants to admit she is — he’ll squeeze her thigh too hard, or lean down and growl, “quiet. now.” in her ear.

she always nods quick, eyes wide and wet, trying to be obedient. even if she forgets two minutes later and starts rambling about how her shoes are the same color as strawberry milk.

around her family:

this is where it really spirals.

her house is loud and full of love — cousins running around, her mom and aunts gossiping while cutting watermelon, her dad by the grill with a beer and a towel over his shoulder.

puppy!reader is glowing in this environment — wearing a frilly sundress, barefoot in the grass, squealing every time someone offers her a snack or tugs her into a hug.

and when she calls her dad “daddy” rafe is gritting his teeth every time it slips out of her mouth in that soft, sweet tone that should be for him only.

she brings rafe a lemonade like a good girl, tries to sit on his lap in a lawn chair, but he’s not having it. he’s grumpy. her brothers are all teasing him, calling her their “baby girl,” and her dad claps him on the back like he’s proud to let him date her.

that sends rafe into a quiet, simmering spiral — the way her whole family acts like he’s some safe, boring boyfriend when he’s anything but.

it all comes to a head later, in her childhood bedroom, of all places.

she’s still giggling from the BBQ, pulling him in by the hand, until he snaps — voice low and sharp:

“you let your brothers baby you like that in front of me again and see what happens.”

“you think i won’t put you over your little pink bed and spank the brat out of you right now?”

she doesn’t even talk back — just gets all misty-eyed and small, murmuring a little “i didn’t mean to,” that he doesn’t acknowledge.

and yeah. he absolutely bends her over that ruffled pink comforter, hand over her mouth so the family downstairs won’t hear, spanking her hard enough to leave little pink prints that match the bows on her panties.

after, she’s a little mess — red cheeks, sniffly, clinging to his shirt as he pulls her back together.

and when she comes downstairs again, hair mussed and eyes glassy, the family just assumes she got overwhelmed.

but rafe knows. and she knows.

and she doesn’t call anyone else “daddy” the rest of the weekend.

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girl-lostconnection · 5 months ago

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FRUIT BAT READER

I give you roosting.

Ghost likes it because pack behaviors. Price likes it for the "ah yes, these ones are mine, now they smell like me" thing. They're inclined to to upside down things but will settle for being in the same room, taking a nap or just hanging out.

BUT I ALSO RAISE YOU

Wing blanket/wing fan. Wrapping up in their wings when it's a bit chilly and fanning their wings when it's too hot.

Kyle would be the biggest ambassador of wing blankets — that’s why he sleeps on top of these guys because he’s like “these are mine, gotta cover these so they are safe” and the pack is like “Kyle your wings and you for that matter are heavy AS FUCK, get OFF, brother” and he’s like “no:)”

But yeah both Price and Simon are big fans of having the whole pack in one place and close to them, because it just feels safer to them and it scratches the primal part of their brains the right way.

I also headcanon Simon to be someone who’s a big fan of laying together and cuddling, his hands wrapped tightly around the mate, nose pressed to their neck, lazy bites here and there. It’s comfortable, it’s warm, they smell like him afterwards.

I’d even go as far to say that he and Price have kind of shifts so the pack smells like one of them at all times. Kind of like mark on them that these are taken, these guys have pack and have mates “do NOT touch”

Also when it comes to them, they just plop himself down which means that usually Kyle will plop himself on top of one of them. Which means Soap is coming with Reader in tow cause it’s time to scent the these two big boys (*happy dance*).

Soap is gonna bite affectionately, a little too much saliva but Price would never complain. Reader’s way to show affection would be nuzzling and grooming.

Ghost is gonna be the main recipient because I’m sorry but constant mask on does nothing good for his skin.

Reader can sense it.

Hind part of their brain says that badly groomed mate means they are not taking care of mate means mate might eat less. Ghost is just happy to be there regardless of bat shenanigans but he is sometimes protesting just for the sake of it.

“Luv, im clean”

“Mhm”, doesn’t even stop their grooming, thin claws working through his fur where they can reach.

“Luv, come on”

“Uh-uh”, just keeps going with Simon’s head in their lap. His tail is wagging, he’s sleepy and comfortable and he knows that mate is also comfortable because they melt into him. Ghost is a walking furnace and bats huddle together for warmth because they lose heat easily and he will never admit but he fucking loves when they do it.

Shows that they know he’s safe, that he’s part of their group, that even primal part of them thinks of him as of family.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 8 months ago

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HELLOOO idk if ur requests are on rn so take ur time with this request and get to it at ur own time but i was wondering if u could make a short one shot fic abt reader who is in a relationship with katsuki and is at home while he's out in patrol and she sees his location with life 360 and sees that he's beside some sort of restaurant or supermarket so she texts him smth like

i see ur beside the ramen place i like can u buy dinner tonight 😊

AND THEN KATSUKI IS JUST 🤬🤬🤬 WTF HOW DO U KNOW WHERE I AM ARE U OUTSIDE RN

all lighthearted and funny :))

THANK UUU SO MUCHH 💞💞

LMFAOOOO thjs js so funny😭😭😭 tysm for this ask i hope i did it some justice :33 hope you’re still stickin around to read it anon ! Short lil drabble, much luv xx

“since you’re by that ramen place i like you can get some for dinner 💋💕”

“ ? what the fuck”

“where are you.”

“?”

before you can send another text message, your phone lights up with your boyfriend’s caller id, you giggle.

“hi, baby.”

“where the fuck are you at ?”

you snort, readjusting on your sofa “what are you talking about ?” you ask teasingly.

you catch the sound of people talking as you hear katsuki grumbling to himself “i don’t see you.”

you giggle, kicking your legs a little “and why would you need to see me ?”

katsuki groans, already exasperated and growing more and more impatient, you’re surprised he hasn’t started cursing your entire bloodline yet “quit it with that mysterious bullshit, how do you know where i’m at.”

and just to mess with him, you respond “i see you.”

it’s quiet on his end for a moment, aside from the chatter on the street “yn. i’ll fucking kill you.” you throw your head back and laugh “once i find you, you’re done for. your ass is grass.”

“i like it when you talk dirty to me.” you joke, he scoffs hard on the other end “freak.” you hear him mumble, you giggle some more.

“i’m at home, just saw your location and decided to ask you to get me some food.”

“get you some food.” he bites, scoffing in disbelief.

“us, get us some food. pretty please, suki ?” you use your sweetest voice, maybe he might even be able to imagine your puppy dog eyes through the phone.

he laughs sarcastically “right. what makes you think you deserve to get anything after that little stunt you pulled, huh ?”

you pout, whining so he knows you are “i was just kidding, was jus’ a little jokey-joke.” you can’t help but tease him a bit more.

“yeah, my ass.” you snort loudly, laughing and the huff he lets out clearly lets you know he’s not amused, you can see him rolling his eyes at your antics.

“we’ll see.” is the answer he graces you with. you squeal, cus you know that means you won. katsuki is quick to remind you he didn’t say yes, but you already know his mind’s been made.

“i’m surprised you didn’t ask me why i have your location on my phone.” you hum.

katsuki sounds utterly confused by your question when he responds “why would i give a shit about that ? s’not like i get somethin’ to hide. don’t care if you know where i’m at.” he responds simply.

“sides, i know how obsessed you are with me, so—”

“i’m hanging up now, katsuki. get me my ramen. toodles.” your bitter tone makes him laugh, and just to piss you off some more he adds in a honeyed sweet “see you later, babe. love ya.” before he hangs up. you huff shaking your head. a text pings and you swipe up to check it, it’s from katsuki again.

“i’m not getting you shit btw.”

he does indeed come back with ramen.

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