#(And if you already did this it's okay! JUST KEEPS WAVING AT YOU <333)

[yukikorogashi]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴄ ?

hero arc

well done - you did things right. this may seem like a boring answer, but i promise it isn't. you believe in goodness and you believe in doing good, and through everything, you work to keep that goodness. you have seen so much blood, and your instinct is always to stitch. you grew and fought and won, and i'm glad you did, because someone had to. i'm glad you kept believing in the world you were trying to save. you are far braver than most could ever be.

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[sahkuna]

hellooooo beautiful amazing n stunning gal :) love love LOVE the summer event !

would absolutely adore a lil summer fling w (fem) reader and gojo 😌✨ maybe a little picnic moment, somethin’ cute n sweet teehee 🩷🩷🩷 sending smooches

SUMMER FLING — GOJO SATORU

content warning(s): 18+ mdni! handjob on a beach (a very vacant beach)! the one and only time the wc exceeds 1k for this event ahhh >.<

forgive me for this coming so late after you've requested! i've finally gathered my bearings @madaqueue <333 and THANKYOUSOMUCH WTFA AHFDNSJKDSBITINGYOUMWAH

Squinting against the harsh glare from the late afternoon sun, you raise a hand toward your brows to shade your view.

When Gojo Satoru told you he “knows a spot,” you didn’t expect him to take you an hour out of Tokyo down to the Kanagawa Prefecture (Yuigahama Beach, to be exact) to treat you to a picnic with trays full of sugary sweets and pastries scattered across a neatly splayed out blanket.

“Just bite the other end of it, come on!” Gojo pleads, waving the oreo-flavoured stick in front of your face, hoping it would bait you into taking a bite with him Lady and the Tramp style.

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes in jest at his antics. You already know how this story would end. “Yeah? So you can take one bite to get at me like you did a few minutes ago, right?”

A playful smile dances across his lips seeing that you’ve gotten a good read on him.

The first time Gojo offered you the pocky stick,— not without steadying it between his lips first— you hadn’t expected him to take one swift bite of the snack which led to him pressing his lips against yours, to feel the not so innocent slide of his tongue darting into your mouth.

Though the kiss was brief, it had caught you off guard. There’s still a stutter in the tempo of your heartbeat, a dull loving ache that lingers because of it.

“I won’t this time,” Gojo says as he places a hand on his chest, right above his heart. “Promise.”

You don’t believe him for a second.

Especially considering how the corners of his mouth wobble slightly when he sees you scoot closer to him on the blanket. Nonetheless, you indulge him and position yourself on the other end of the awaiting pocky stick. 

“Okay, fine.”

With a smile, Gojo leverages the pocky between delicate, pink lips and lets you go first. “Here, come.”

There wasn’t much space to begin with between you two, and now with every bite that’s taken, the more the gap closes. Leaning in, you take a few calculated bites. 

“You better relax this time, Satoru,” you say.

And he seemingly does because his first bite is moderate, simple, and not at all rushed to get to you.

Off to a good start so far…

Your actions are slow and deliberate. With each nibble drawing you closer and closer to Satoru, you’re damn near close to breaking the damn stick yourself when you feel his cool breath fan out against your skin. But, you will yourself to keep going.

Either you were A) going too slow or B) he just couldn’t wait any longer, but your expectations for Gojo’s patience all go down in flames when he takes his second bite— which was much bigger than the first, mind you. 

No time wasted, Gojo leans in and swallows your incoming exclamation to press a determined kiss on your lips. A gentle yet firm hand finds purchase at the back of your nape, and tugs you closer to him. 

Satoru tastes of cookies and cream and all the sweet things you could think of when your lips part in the slightest for the kiss to run deeper, a little more needy.

“See?” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper against your wet mouth. There’s something that you clock as amusement that dances in his tone as you both break apart to breathe. “Took two bites, not one.”

Like that makes it any better!?

You don’t know where it came from, but a wave of arousal slams down onto you, making its presence known and unwavering as there’s a simmering heat that lingers right under your navel. 

You wrap a deliberate arm around Satoru’s shoulders and nose the corner of his jaw, to press a few searing kisses against his neck. “Let’s pack up and go home, I don’t wanna do it here,” you murmur against warm skin.

With nothing but the darkening reddish-orange tint of the setting sun acting as your only source of light, you notice faint splotches of pink that hue the base of his neck, hidden underneath his loose-fitted black tee. 

He’s blushing. 

How adorable.

Unaware that he’s tilting his neck back even further to give you more access to kiss, suck, and do whatever you want with him, Gojo spits out a heavy, “Do what here?”

Huh?

You abruptly pull away from Gojo’s flushed neck and stare at him incredulously, as if he were stupid or something. 

But you sense that it’s a genuine question judging by how his eyes are closed, white eyelashes kissing the apples of his cheeks as his mouth slightly parts open, basking in the way you’re treating him.

“Sex,” you spit out all too quickly. And you can’t help but scowl at your boyfriend when his eyes flutter open, blue eyes sparkling at the word alone. 

There’s a lazy smile that tinges Gojo’s lips. “Yeah?” He raises a hand to pinch your cheek affectionately. “You want me that bad, baby?”

Yes. Yes, you reeeally do.

Lightly batting his hand away from your face, you give him a scowl. “Can you quit it?” you say. “This is your fault.”

Gojo ignores your feeble accusation at him, and in turn, gestures toward the blanket you two currently sat on.  “Just get all your aggression out here! The beach is empty and there’s still a lot of food left to eat,” he responds, nudging your shoulder with his.

Usually, you’d be the voice of reason and explain a hundred and one reasons as to why this would be a bad idea. But right now, there’s nothing but pink-misted fog clouding your brain. 

Throwing a cautious glance around you, you notice that the beach is particularly vacant for an early summer evening. But then again, it was a Tuesday. Quite the odd day for people to be out and about.

Slipping your light cardigan off your shoulders, you toss it onto Gojo’s lap and scootch closer to him. “Alright, fine then,” you say to no one in particular. But Gojo visibly perks up at this.

“You’re—” He swallows thickly when you start your trail of velvet-like kisses against his neck, leading up to his cheek. “You’re gonna do it here?”

“Mmm, not quite.” 

You tug Gojo down for a kiss and his tongue tangles lazily with yours. He hums a satisfied note against your lips when your hand slowly starts its descent from his chest down to the growing bump in his pants.

Your patterned cardigan obscures the sight of how you palm Gojo’s erection through the material of his clothes. 

He exhales a low groan and a shuddered sigh escapes him when your fingers slip underneath the band of both his pants and boxers to wrap your hand around his cock.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Gojo hisses, his eyebrows scrunching together at how you deliciously stroke the base of his dick, twisting and tugging softly at it.

His soft whimpers and how his hips slightly buck up to be in tune with the way your hand massages up and down his shaft, has your mind spinning.

Then, you feel it. Though it’s not much, the wet, hot slide of fluid that oozes down and around your fingers has you biting back a proud smile.

“Already?” you murmur, a bit stunned because you were only maybe two or three minutes in with the handjob.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Gojo grunts out, teeth digging into his bottom lip, focused on the “It’s just pre.”

Well, duh. But you’re determined to change that.

Every passing second with your hand still jerking Gojo off in his pants, the more sensitive he got. His cock throbs relentlessly, and his abdomen squeezes tight with anticipation.

Everything is going seemingly well until he practically yells when your thumb rubs sticky circles against his weeping slit. 

And thank God for the sound of the ocean’s tide crashing against the shore and rocks for it to drown him out, otherwise he would have drawn attention to where you both were and what was going down.

With his heart in his throat and his balls nearly on the verge of excreting every drop of cum that’s been built up to this very moment, Gojo grasps your wrist tightly in the palm of his hand. 

The picnic be damned.

“Y’know, maybe you’re right. Let’s take this home.”

had to wrap it up QUICK, bc it was reaching over 1.4k. been in a writing slump so this was the best i could do, BUT i hope you liked it HOPEFULLY!

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[willyoubemycherryy]

𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 @inlovewithdilfss➬ 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒘/ 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒛 ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • “….𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒?”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒑𝒘𝒑, 𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊̈𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒗ø𝒚𝒆𝒖̈𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒇𝒊̈𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊̈𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, 𝒔𝒒𝒖̈𝒊̈𝒓𝒕𝒊̂𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 <333

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“C’mon, baby. It’s okay…”

The softness of Joe’s raspy voice in your ear makes you shiver as he tries to coax you to open your legs.

You don’t know why you were being so shy since this whole thing was your idea.

“I like your eyes on me…”

Was what you had said late one night when he had climbed through your window for a impromptu visit just to catch you in the middle of changing and was immediately remorseful until you told him that it was okay, that you didn’t mind; in fact, he was more than welcome to watch you finish getting ready. So he did. There was something so sensual and strange about it that he couldn’t keep from asking..

“What else would you let me watch you do?”

That’s how you ended up here.

Naked back against his chest, legs hooked over his, with your ass snug against his clothed erection while he looked down over your shoulder as you touched yourself for him…or tried to.

Shyness had hit you last minute and even though you were wet and beyond excited to have his exact attention on you, you couldn’t get yourself to fall off that edge. You just couldn’t get over how you’d look, the mess, if he’d like the theory more than the practice.

Joe’s groan jolted you out of your thoughts as he cupped your tits, rolling the stiff nubs between his fingers before sucking hotly at your throat.

Wet gasps spill from your mouth, warmth rolling over in waves so strong that you don’t even notice when you start rolling your hips into your hand, thumbing messily at your clit and you quickly lose yourself.

But your hand gets tired from how many times you almost got yourself there before it faded and you whine in frustration. Joe’s watching you with rapt attention. Soft skin, prettily arched back, stiff peaks on your breasts just begging to be in his mouth while desperate noises fell from yours.

“Let me help you, angel”. Whispering against your lips as he tilts your chin up, his other hand trailing down to rest on top of yours and he’s reeling at how he can already feel your wetness without his fingers even close to being inside you.

You’re fighting internally because you know he could help. He’d be the best helper, actually. And even in the face of your reservations, he’d been so patient…which only served to make him hotter. Almost as if he was sensing your struggle, Joe leans down to kiss your cheek, effortlessly melting you.

“Please, sweets…can I see?”

And that’s all it takes to have your legs dropping open while his hand instantly drops to your heat, the thick fingers get slathered in your arousal right away. You let out a throaty moan at the gritty hiss Joe breathes in your ear as he lightly smacks your exposed clit, sticky strings clinging to his fingers.

“Mmm-fuck….you’ve made a mess, hmm?” Reducing you to a puddle as he coos lowly in your ear.

The response you had gets swiped straight from you when he dips his fingers between your soaked lips, dragging them up to the focus of your need. Still, his touch wasn’t picking up enough, and you needed more. “Faster,” you whine out, as you wrap an arms around his neck and pulling him back to the crook of your neck as he watches his fingers fuck in and out your dripping cunt. It felt so amazing, pleasure lighting through you and you cry out.

“Shh, I know. I’ll give you what you need,” he drawled, wet fingers thrusting into you with increasing speed. The arousal in his voice set your skin tingling, before another loud, wanton moan was torn from you when he began circling your clit in slick, firm circles. Even your own touch had never been this good.

Every noise you made, every involuntary jerk of your hips, spurred him on faster, to give you more.

Joe could feel his cock leak as your cries turned to wails the closer you got. Crooking his fingers every slide in, pounding the sensitive nerves inside your twitching cunt so deliciously that you white out, so overstimulated by the force of your own orgasm, you gush. Liquid spraying out around the digits stuffed in your tight hole. He pulses watching tears roll down your hot cheeks as he slows his hand to a soft caress, easing up on your nub, helping you ride out your orgasm until you go slack against him.

Slowly taking his fingers out, he brings them to his mouth, sucking on them and moaning as your taste hits his tongue. He looks down at your limp form and thinks that this is when you look prettiest.

Slick and sated.

pleaseremembertobathritualisticallyinyournearestbodyofholywater

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[headkiss]

omg for a little christmas request!! how about pete buying reader a cute christmas plushie cos he knows you love them 😭 this is definitely not because I saw this ADORABLE reindeer plushie recently and I wanted it so bad but didn’t get it </3

mal my love!!! tysm for this request i hope u like it <333 | 0.8k words of christmas fluff with our boyfriend peter!!!!

Peter thinks of you often.

He has ever since he’d met you. And now that he can call you his and have it be true, he only thinks of you more. When he sees your favorite restaurant, when he thinks of a joke you’d find funny, all the time.

Not that he’d ever complain. There are far worse things to think about than the person he loves.

Peter stops in the shop by your apartment building on his way home, which he does often. Only now, it’s filled with holiday items, decorated with a wreath on the door. The bell chimes when he walks in, where he’s met with ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! playing through the speakers.

He walks between the aisles, waving at the cashier when he says hello. Grabbing some snacks, Peter’s about to head up to the counter until he sees a small reindeer plushie sitting on the shelf. And he thinks of you again.

You’ve got a small collection of plushies at home, a little floating shelf dedicated to them in your bedroom. Sure, you already have some, but Peter picks it up anyways ‘cause he knows you’ll like it.

He leaves with a bit more of a pep in his step, excited to surprise you when he gets home.

The walk to the building is quick, though he’d debated swinging just to get there even quicker. In the end, walking is good enough, and he’s tugging his keys from his pocket as he walks up to the door.

Opening it, Peter instantly feels calmer. He always seems to be on edge, his senses waiting for something to tip them off. But when he walks into your apartment, everything goes a little quieter.

He’s never felt so at home as he does with you, in your shared apartment. Coming home to your shoes by the door, the smell of your favorite scented candle, and most importantly, you.

Sometimes cooking, his socks bunched around your ankles. Sometimes on the couch, accidentally asleep with the TV on. But no matter where he finds you, you’re there, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

Today, he finds you reading on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you. He sets his bag down on the kitchen counter, keeping the plushie behind his back, before walking over.

“Hey, honey,” he says, soft and sweet.

You’d been too deep into your reading to notice him getting home, but you peek up when you hear his voice. “Hi, Peter.”

The smile sneaks onto your face as you say it, his presence enough to make you happier. He’s the best boyfriend you could ever have. Gentle and caring, far too kind, and completely yours.

A matching smile is on his face, too.

Peter reaches out one hand, the other still behind his back, and tugs your book from your grasp, making sure to mark the page before setting it down.

“Close your eyes,” he tells you.

And, because he’s Peter, and because you trust him, you do.

“What are you up to?”

“Shhh. I’m giving you a present.”

“It’s not Christmas yet.”

“Doesn’t have to be Christmas for me to want to give you a gift, honey.” He sits down next to you, his free hand placed warmly on your leg. “Okay, now hold your hands out.”

Obeying, you place your hands, palm up, in front of you. Your eyes are squinted shut, resisting the urge to sneak a look, but you know he’d catch you if you did.

“If this is a bug or something, Peter, I swear-”

“You think I would give you a bug? With the way you’re scared of those things?” He squeezes your leg. “Come on, honey. I wouldn’t.”

Peter places the plushie in your hands, waiting a second before telling you to open your eyes. He’s grinning at your reaction when you do.

Looking at what you’re holding, you see a cute reindeer plushie, its eyes sparkly, the fur soft. Your heart swells a little at the thought of Peter seeing it and thinking of you.

You gasp, looking over at Peter, who’s got a shy smile on his face, his cheeks a little pink. “Peter! It’s so cute. Thank you.”

“Thought you could add something festive to your collection.”

You set the reindeer aside, opting to cup his jaw and kiss him quick instead. When you pull back, the pink of his cheeks is a little darker.

“You’re so sweet,” you tell him. “I got lucky.”

And you did. You feel that way with every single day you get to have with him, every morning you wake up next to him. It feels like Christmas all of the time, living with Peter Parker.

“A deer for my dear,” he says.

You push his shoulder, “ew, Peter. That was bad.”

You’re still smiling, though.

[familyvideostevie]

OH EM GEE LOVED THAT GRUMPY X SUNSHINE FIC WITH JAMES SO MUCH, I was wondering about a grumpy!sirus and sunshine!reader/ sunshine and sunshine protector (omg that trope with a platonic marauders 😩😩) I lvoe your writing so much babe <333

thank you thank you! here is some grumpy!sirius and sunshine!reader. i still don't know that i've got this trope totally down correctly but hope you like it anyway! :) | fem!reader, fluff, 1k

You can hardly hear Remus when you pick up the phone. You check the clock on the wall. It's time for him to be at the pub with James and Sirius, so you're not sure why he's calling.

"Hello?" you say. 

"Oh, thank fuck," Remus cries. If he's cursing, you know something is up.

"What's wrong? Is Sirius there?" You expect that maybe he's gotten into trouble with another patron or that he's let his phone die and asked Remus to tell you. 

"Is that her? Did you get her? Beg her, Remus. Tell her I'll buy her drinks for a week!" James is shouting in the background to be heard through the phone.

"I'm handling it," Remus calls back. You pull the speaker away from your ear as he does. What is going on? "Sorry," he says, much quieter now. He must have cupped his hand over the microphone. "Listen, can you come out to the pub? Our regular one?"

"But it's boy's night," you say. They invite you round more often than not, but it's important to you that they get to have their time as mates, too. 

"I know," he sighs. "But--" There's a bit of a commotion and a lot of cursing and then James comes on the line.

"Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, can you come 'round? Your boyfriend is being miserable and it's going to get us kicked out. And this is my favorite spot!" Your stomach ties itself in a knot. Sirius? He hasn't texted you about anything concerning beyond reminding you that he'd be home later than usual. 

"Is he okay?" James must hear your concern because he backpedals.

"Oh, yeah, he's fine, love, honest. We just ran into that tosser Lestrange on the way over and he's a bit sour. Family drama, and all that. Can you just come and get him to chill the fuck out, please?"

You're already reaching for your purse. It still makes you a little giddy that everyone knows you're the one who Sirius responds to the most. For some reason you can always bring him out of a mood, and you like doing it. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes or so."

"Is she coming?" Remus calls from the background. "Can I have my phone back now, please?" You end the call and shove your feet into your shoes and head out the door. You're not really in a pub-going outfit, but it'll have to do. You know that Sirius won't care much. 

When you get to the bar you shoulder your way to the back where you know they'll be. Familiar faces call out your name and you wave to them, dispensing smiles and greetings with genuine happiness. 

Your heart swells when you finally get to the back booth. Sirius is sat on one side, glaring at the beer in his hands. James and Remus are chatting to some other friends close by. As soon as you take a step towards your boyfriend, he looks up, like he sensed you coming. And his entire body transforms. He sits up straighter, his hands loosening their grip on the glass. He doesn't smile, not quite, but his jaw unclenches and his pupils dilate. 

You beam at him. He quickly scoots out of the booth to greet you, hands outstretched as you reach for him in turn. 

"My girl," he says, kissing your cheek before pulling you in for a hug. "What are you doing here?" Sirius rarely sounds delighted unless he's talking about how his club crushed their rival or how he managed to trick James into glueing his hand to his face, but this is pretty close. 

You shrug in his hold. "Got bored at home." He pulls away and smoothes his thumb over one of your eyebrows. 

"Hmm," he says. "Try again." You laugh, loudly and freely, and that does get him to smile. Only a little, but you count it as a victory. His smiles are like treasures and you keep them all in a lock-box in your chest. 

"Remus called," you tell him honestly. He makes an annoyed noise, looking over his shoulder to glare at his friends. Both of them resolutely keep their gaze elsewhere. 

Sirius leads you back to the booth and you settle in next to him, thigh pressed to his. He drapes an arm around you. Seeing that the danger has passed, James and Remus slide in on the other side. 

"I told them not to bother you," Sirius says, frowning. But his hands betray him, one curling around your shoulder and the other resting warm and heavy on your kneecap. 

"As if this is a bother," you scold. "Plus, James said he'd buy my drinks." You look at your t-shirt -- and old one of Sirius', and frown. "I wish I had thought to change, though."

"No," he says quickly. His fingers tuck under the collar to press into your bare skin. "No, I like this."

"It's fucking magic," Remus mutters from the other side of the booth. "Unbelievable."

James has his head in his hands. "It's like he didn't tell me to shove my head up my ass ten minutes ago." Sirius flips them off and leans in close, pressing his lips to your ear.

"It's obvious you're wearing my shirt," he says, voice gravely. You flight the urge to shiver. "Got me thinking all kinds of inappropriate things over here."

"Alright, you're going to get us kicked out for a different reason," James whines. You look at him and he winks. It's obvious that you're the keeper of Sirius's happiness and no one minds all that much, considering they love him. You all do. It's the easiest thing in the world.

[bangchanisinmymind]

Can you write a bangchan fluff when he discovers his partner has an eating disorder? Only if you are comfortable with it <333

ofcc thank you for the request and try to take good care of yourself yeah? you're not alone, just take your time <3 masterlist

[11:57 am]

pairing; bangchan x reader; fluff

maybe it was the problems at work, maybe the fights you had with your friends, maybe sudden change in your music taste; from cheerful and happy to sad and depressing but for the past weeks you couldn't eat more than half meal a day. nobody knew, in your opinion nobody cared enough to notice the fact you lost almost 5kg in less than a week. although you knew how bad it was for you and your health you couldn't stop it; after a couple of bites you were full already.

with all that in your mind, you didn't remember chris would be home early to start his week off. you wearing his tshirt that almost reached your knees sitting at the couch trying to concentrate on whatever was playing on the tv. losing hope in yourself for not being able to concentrate even if you did nothing all day, you didn't notice chris waving in your face and saying your name cutely to give him attention.

"baby are you listening? is everything okay?" he said worried as your only response was to look at him with an empty sight. his hand caressing your hair and him sitting next to you on the couch leaving all his belongings on the floor. looking at his starry eyes you felt guilty for not taking care of yourself while he believed you were just great made your eyes water. "hey pretty don't cry, everything is gonna be okay, come here" he said and you immediately fell in his embrace breaking down.

"let it all out it's okay baby it's okay" he encouraged kissing your hair and caressing your back. you did as he said gripping onto his shirt as you sobbed continuesly. a few minutes passed like this before comfortable silence filing the room as you calmed down. "wanna talk about it?" he voice like a whisper, his hands still caressing your body; you not knowing you couldn't do anything else at this point you couldn't avoid it anymore. that's how you started explaining everything that made you sad and that you didn't want to hurt anyone sobbing quietly not even daring to look at him.

after saying everything he pulled out a little from the hug to touch your body carefully only to touch your bones making him worry even more. "babe you should have told me, me or anyone from the guys we could help you earlier, next time please don't keep anything like that for yourself okay?" his question rhetoric and you nod again. "wait here for a minute and search for a good movie for us to watch, I'll go get your favourite" he said putting on his shoes "will we cuddle?" your eyes shinning from the tears and your voice raspy and calm. "of course we will bubs, now take this and drink it until I come back, it'll only at 5 minutes I've already ordered" he added handing you a glass of water to make sure you were hydrated.

as he promised he came back before you found a movie and settled next to you after changing from his work clothing and helping you with the movie and the food. "chris I- I don't think I can eat this" you said, guilt rushing through your body. "you can babe we'll eat little by little okay? you're gonna feel great after that I promise" he said before engaging your lips to a kiss full of love making all your doubts go away in seconds

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I would kinda prefer it to be a seperate thing but I will love whatever you choose. Thank uou sm for answering🫶

I am quite good with hiding my problems and most of people don't notice anything 😭 Sorry I don't want to make anyone bad with this love yall 🫶

of course lovely!! I wrote it as a separate thing, and don't even worry about making people feel bad - I'm pretty sure everyone relates massively to what you said.

I hope what I wrote okay and that it's not too short <333

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you come home from work fucking exhausted, this week had been the longest of your life. every day was a new drama, and seemingly only you could fix each one.

and of course you did, putting out fires with a fake smile the while time. it got especially bad when you found out you have to do a presentation to the board next week, on top of all of your other tasks.

so you were stressed as fuck. And you knew next week would somehow be worse.

but you were determined to keep work and home separate, not bog matty down with your petty issues.

so when you come home to him making dinner in the kitchen, you really try and play it casual. you come up behind matty and give him a hug, burrowing your nose into his neck and breathing him in.

he jumps from the contact, but soon settles into your arms, stirring the pan and smiling as he speaks to you, "Hi sweet girl, missed you today. how was your day?" He drops the spoon and spins around in your arms, pulling you in close and happily humming at your presence.

"was alright," you lie, "happy to be home now though." You smile and pull back, looking up at matty, trying to feign happiness.

he seeks right through you. He was always able to read you like a book. which might seem endearing, and most days, it was. But times like this, it became an annoying skill.

"You sure you're okay, baby?" he says softly, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek gently.

you take a shaky breath before reassuring him again, "yeah. I'm fine. " Your fake smile and shaky breathing are giving you away.

and you know if matty asks one more time, you'll crumble.

he doesn't even have to speak, kust giving you a disbelieving look, and you break. eyes welling up and your lip shaking.

"Oh angel, c'mere," matty drags your body into his and hugs you tightly, noticing your body shuddering as you sob into his shoulder. he feels his shirt dampen and can't help but squeeze you tighter. pressing kisses to your head one after the other, desperate for you to stop crying.

eventually, the dark grey patch on his shirt stops growing, and your breathing evens out. you come out of his shoulder with a sniffle, staring at him with a dejected look on your face.

and matty can tell exactly what you're gonna say next, "ah ah ah. don't just say you're fine and wave me off. I'm here for you, my love. Let me look after you, hmm?"

you initially go to fight it, ready to insist that you're fine and just being dramatic. but this week had broken you down so much that you immediately nod, tearing up again just at his kind words.

"Oh angel, I know you're feeling really shit when you don't even try to fight me. how about I run you a bath? I'll light some candles and use that lavender bath salt you love. " he strokes your hair as he speaks. wiping tears with his other hand, swiping his thumb along your rosy red cheek.

"Yeah. that sounds really nice, thank you, baby. " You smile and hug matty again. Just his presence is already making you feel better.

"Of course darling, after you've relaxed for a bit, I'll make us a cup of tea, and we can figure out whatever is bothering you." matty feels you nodding against him and softly smiles to himself.

he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom, letting you sit on top of the toilet seat and watch him run your bath.

he adds bubble bath and froths it up before adding the bath salt, the scent of lavender permeating the air around you.

he grabs the candles from the cupboard next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he comes back up. you giggle lightly at the peck, and matty can't hide the proud smirk that comes across his face. making you happy will always make him giddy, looking after you was something he could never tire of.

he lights the candles around the bath, and you have to convince him not to run to the shop to get rose petals.

"matty, don't worry about that! it's already perfect, thank you." You stand and kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck and tugging him closer. your lips move together slowly. The kiss isn't full of lust or being driven by something deepee. it's simply full of love, two pairs of lips working against each other seamlessly.

with a soft, sleepy smile, you pull away, feeling slightly dazed from the kiss you had just shared. Teasingly, you begin pushing matty out the door, "Okay, time for you to get out, I'll be out in an hour to watch bake off together."

matty smiles as he walks backwards, tracing your face with his eyes. he holds his hands up in faux surrender, "alright, alright. let me know if you need anything, okay?" You nod and shut the door behind him, giving him a little wave as you do.

just as you turn back around, you hear the door click back open, you spin around to see mattys head poking around the corner. before you know it, he's pressing a quick peck to your lips and sneaking back out, "Bye, sweetheart!" You hear from the other side of the door, and you don't even bother to fight the Cheshire cat style smile that comes across your face.

an hour later, and with pruney fingers, you come out of the bathroom, dressed in fluffy pyjama bottoms and one of Matty's t-shirts that you had stolen been gifted.

"There she is! Nice bath, baby?" matty asks from the sofa, two steaming cups of tea in front of him. he lifts the blanket across his legs up and nods you into his side, and you immediately burrow in. he throws the blanket over the two of you and holds you close, rubbing up and down your arm soothingly.

It's about an hour later when matty asks you what's been happening. You've both had your teas and been very judgemental of everyone's baking skills on bake off, so there were no more distractions

"s'nothing, really. just stupid work. my manager has been off all week, and I've been doing everything whilst she's been gone. and now I've been told on Monday at 9 am that I'm making a presentation to the board of directors. and I just can't do it all, matty. I'm so fucking tired-" matty shushes you and wipes the tears you hadn't even noticed were falling.

"shh, it's okay, sweetheart. We'll figure it out, okay?" You nod sadly and sniffle. Matty gives you a sad smile before going into protective boyfriend mode.

"Right. Next week your manager should be back, and if she's not you're going to go to Mark and demand some help" you let out a whine of protest and matty lightly laughs before adding, "I know you hate Mark, but you need the help baby." You sigh, and matty knows he's got you. You really do need to speak to Mark.

"and you don't need to worry about the presentation. we have all weekend to perfect it and practice it as much as we can. I cancelled on Ross earlier anyway, so we can avoid his barbecue on Saturday and get this done"

your face drops as guilt overtakes you, "oh no. I'm so sorry! please don't cancel Ross, you can go! I'll be fine here, I just need to make a PowerPoint and some cards -"

matty shakes his head and cuts you off, "Nope. I'm staying to help, no matter what you say. Ross will have a thousand more barbecues that we can go to. Let's just focus on you and make you feel better this weekend, okay?"

you nod slowly, feeling unbelievably lucky that you've ended up with the man in front of you.

matty insists on finishing the abandoned dinner from earlier for the two of you, ordering you back to the sofa when you try to help. he does the dishes too, insisting you "just sit there and look pretty sweetheart."

you have to convince him not to physically carry you to bed. but once you're settled in bed, matty pulls you close, tucking your head into his chest.

he kisses your head one last time, smiling as he hears your breathing even out and knows you're asleep.

[blood-mocha-latte]

I’ve just finished obsessively going through your mwdttau tag and I just wanted to say oh my god it’s wonderful and I’ve already teared up multiple times from it. I would love it if you wanted to share a snippet or just anything about it!

this is so so sweet <333

the mwdttau is one of my most insane wips for Sure, lmao. i'm hoping to completely finish little talks by autumn and start posting the mwdttau by winter/late fall, so she's on her way for Certain

might i offer????? a snippet??? for you????

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“How are you still cold?”

“I don’t know.” Web says, and it sounds almost like he’s complaining. “Just… turn up the heat, okay? Please.”

Joe sighs, but does so. “Shoulda grabbed your jacket out of the back at the restaurant.” He mutters, anyways. Web snorts and pushes against his seat. It’s dark out, now, and the occasional light streaks his face in orange.

“God, you sound like my father.” He says, and Joe would point out the incredibly clear connection there if he wasn’t certain that Web’s almost half-asleep. As it is, he just hums.

“Then your dad sounds like a smart guy, ‘cause you shoulda.” He says. Web hits at his arm with the back of his hand, shifting against the seat again, like he’s trying to get comfortable.

“They’re always saying that.” He mutters. “That he’s a smart guy. Smart guy this, smart guy that. Well, fine, he’s a smart guy, doesn’t mean he’s good at anything.” Joe keeps his eyes on the road, but is almost paying more attention to Web.

“Well, he did something right.” He says, gesturing vaguely with the hand not on the wheel. “Not you, per se—” Web snorts a laugh, “—but, you know, business things. I mean, he and your ma have, what, two houses?”

“Four.” Web mutters balefully. “One in New York, one in Maine, one in Florida, one in Washington.” Joe blinks.

“Whoa.” He says.

“Yeah.”

“Christ. Well, they all must be nice. And you must know, since you’re visiting ‘em, and all.”

“Yeah, well. I’m only visiting them for my mother. My dad doesn’t give a shit what I do. He’d probably be happy to never see me again.” Joe huffs. That seems slightly more dramatic than it needs to be. 

“I mean. All parents and kids have differences.” He says, and almost thinks of his own dad. He doesn’t, but it’s a close thing. When he glances over at Webster, mostly out of habit, the other has his cheek pressed to the headrest, eyes watching Joe blearily.

“He…” Web starts, and trails off, waving a hand absently. “Disapproves of my… my ‘choice of lifestyle’.” He makes air quotations, wrinkling his nose. Joe frowns.

“All parents are like that.” He says, almost supposed to be comforting. “When I told my ma I was movin’ out east, you would have thought I’d murdered her dog.” Web huffs.

“Yeah, well.” He says, and is quiet for a beat. “Y’know, he once told me that I would’ve died of AIDS in the eighties, not because of my ‘preferences’—” again with the air quotes, “but because I slept around so much.”

Joe blinks. “Christ.” He says.

“Yeah.” Web says, again. He drops his hands into his lap. “Creative, right? I was almost tempted to actually catch it, just out of spite. Still am.”

Joe snorts, in spite of himself. “You’ve got problems, Web.” He says, and Web huffs.

“Doesn’t everyone.” He mutters, maybe to the headrest. “Still love him, though. That’s the problem. I still want him to be proud of me.”

Joe sighs. He doesn't think he signed up for this. 

“Yeah, well.” He ends up saying, after a beat. Web’s cheek is still pressed to the headrest. “Plenty of time to get back at him, if you want. I guess.” He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and loosens it just as quickly. “Going down to… to Florida, or whatever. Rich people revenge.” 

Web hums, and it's like a laugh. “He likes Henry. I think that's probably part of my problem.” Joe snorts.

“Oh, that's definitely part of your problem.” He says, and Web waves him off.

“But it doesn't matter, anyways.” He says. “I'm only going down there for the ocean.”

And he says it in a way that's such pure, unadulterated Web that Joe can't help but smile. “Of course you'd be an ocean freak.” He says, amused, and Web sighs at him.

“I just like it.” He says, as if in defence. “The colours, the way it moves, the tide…” He trails off, and Joe’s tempted to laugh. 

“I grew up next to the ocean.” He says, and thinks of California. “It’s not all that great, believe me.”

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so i saw your thoughts about seungmin being a soft dom. now maybe can you write about thighriding with him....? btw i love LOVE your works <333

Hey! Thanks for the compliments anon feedbacks always helped me a lot to keep writing ♡ and well, here's your request, I just didn't post it sooner because I'm a little busy on the weekend

Contain: softdom!seungmin; sex toy; tighriding; praise kink; squirting; aftercare

"M-min -ah…I need to come, please, please, I really need your help" you had numb legs, it could have been an hour or more that you were controlling all that feeling and seungmin's playfulness by sticking a vibrator already your pussy and make you walk around the house while he controls the speeds that he will cause. your insides all contorting, your panties were already out of use in this, your feverish and sweaty body resting against the body of seungmin who looked at you and smiled fondly , caressing the top of your cheek and leaving a wet kiss over the region. You acted like an animal in heat and Seungmin considered it kind of cute.

"Okay, but you're going to have to make an effort to achieve this" you looked at him confused as he let go of you and sat on the sofa in the living room of the apartment, seungmin spread his legs and patted his thigh; you murmured already tired but obeyed immediately moaning when you sat down and felt the contact of your wet pussy with his leg. Seungmin put his cell phone on his free leg and leaned back on the couch and looked at you with a genuine smile, beautiful in a way that only he knew how to give you.

With a hint of disgust you began to stir, rubbing your loins awkwardly against the muscle in his leg, too needy to beg. Moans slipping shyly past your lips as Seungmin's catlike eyes showed you compassion, he was eager for you to reach your limit, one hand on your hip helping as you started to fuck his leg he took the freedom to press the cell phone screen again, choosing the variation of vibrations that the toy made inside you. Your body will start to twitch, the frequency rigid over his leg, rubbing, almost riding "m-min-aah~" you were intoxicated, drooling, Seungmin gently touched the area if your hips were holding you in place as it seemed little by little getting lost in the waves and twinges of pleasure that contracted around the stubborn vibrator that oscillated at speed as seungmin thought it seemed to fit

"Cum my love, if you think it's time, let it come" He said subtly, taking his hand from your hip to caress your hot face that contracted, with the firm orbs on his face, making everything that much more desperate. Pushing the hip de through the region of the leg that was already completely wet

You moaned in response, bracing your hands on Seungmin's shoulders, already totally out of sorts, the heat rising in sessions until it seemed to gather and leverage all at once, feathers quivering, eyes rolling back in your head, spine tightening. pulling over and soon you started moaning loud enough to fill the spaces of that apartment; the incessant vibrator inside your pussy and you reached your limit with force, the liquid coming out in large amounts, as if it would never end, getting dirty on seungmin's leg and dripping to the floor, wetting everything.

"Sorry…I-I couldn't control it" you said with a tone of embarrassment getting a genuine laugh from Seungmin's lips

"No, no, you did great" he started "Do you want me to shower you? I think you've done a lot for today" He said with a noble tone of someone who knew well what the next step was, taking you in his arms to get rid of the dildo, also soaked, and give you a care that pays .

[blog-name-idk]

Business As Usual | 06

Banner by @bangtansmauyeondan <333

Pairing: businessSchool!Jin x Fem Reader

Genre: GradSchool!AU, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: The first thing Jin noticed about you was that you were hot. The second was that you were fucking brilliant. The third was that you were kind of a bitch. Basically, you were perfect.

The first thing you noticed about Jin was that he was hot. The second was the professors already called him by name. The third was that he was an insufferable prick. Basically, you hated his guts.

Word Count: 3,236

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Hoseok Hey guys Have you noticed anything up with [y/n] lately?

Jin WHAT Is she okay?????

Hoseok Omg relax lol She's just been a little… intense lately

Namjoon What do you mean?

Hoseok She just… seems really stressed More than usual

Jin She said she had some family issues come up

Hoseok Wtf how do YOU know that?

Jin She told me

Hoseok That bitch… Hiding so many things from me…

Jin Watch what you say about my future wife!

Namjoon Jin, what did we say about that kind of mentality

Jin Watch what you say about my present and future friend and possibly future wife if she so desires!

Hoseok …

Namjoon …

Hoseok Anyway It could be nothing, but I guess I'm just getting a little worried?

Jin I'll keep an eye on her!

Namjoon Wow, so kind of you

Hoseok I'm probably just reading into things but I just want to make sure she's okay

Namjoon We'll let you know if anything comes up

~~~~~

Things were great. Everything was going fabulously, and you had absolutely all of your shit under control. Which was why you were jogging through the hallway of your lecture building, fifteen minutes late for class.

When you quietly entered the lecture hall, the professor spared you an unimpressed look before turning back to keep talking, and you cast your gaze quickly around the room for an open seat.

Seokjin waved, and you noticed that he had left an empty seat between him and Namjoon. You smiled gratefully and made your way over, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. When you sat down, Seokjin nudged your shoulder with his.

"You didn't miss anything, just an overview from last week," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. You resolved to start working out again when you had the time. If your heart was fluttering this much from your minimal sprint, you definitely needed to work on your cardio.

"Thanks," you whispered back, somewhat amused at the thought of telling yourself a month ago that you'd be friendly enough with Seokjin to willingly sit with him.

You tried to pay attention to the lecture. You really did. But your head was fuzzy and heavy from lack of sleep, and your professor's buzzing voice was mixing with Jin's cologne to blanket you in a soft cushion that had you struggling to keep your eyes open.

"I can lend you my notes again," came another warm murmur by your ear as your head bobbed for the hundredth time. If you had been less tired, you would have bristled at the assumption that you needed help. Instead, the words soothed you enough for you to let your head drop onto a surprisingly comfortable shoulder. You thought you heard a surprised squeak, but you were already out before anything could register.

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"You need to borrow my notes?" asked Namjoon in amusement as the lecture ended. Seokjin had spent the majority of the class staring rigidly ahead, body stiff as if any movement might dislodge you. It was remarkable how smooth he was with everyone except you.

Now that you weren't hissing and spitting every time Jin was in the vicinity, it was like something in his brain malfunctioned every time you were friendly. Case in point the way Jin was still frozen in place despite the lecture having ended five minutes ago.

"Yes please," Jin whispered quietly, his lips barely moving, as if even that movement might disturb your clearly needed rest. Namjoon resisted the urge to snort when you gave a sleepy grumble and buried your face further into his neck, making Jin's jaw drop and his ears turn his trademark cherry-pink.

"Hey, [y/n], class is over," Namjoon said, shaking your shoulder gently and ignoring Jin's glare. You slowly righted yourself, blinking sleepily at the shoulder you had been drooling on before your expression cleared.

"Oh, fuck," you muttered, looking a little embarrassed. "Sorry Jin."

"It's Seokjin," he said automatically, clearly too flustered to think clearly. When he realized what he said, he looked like he might cry, and Namjoon had to clear his throat to hide his laugh. Jin had spent so long trying to get you to call him by his nickname, and when you finally did, he fucked it up.

"Uhh okay," you said blearily, clearly still not totally lucid. "I should get going, but can I borrow your notes later? I'll text you."

"Yeah, definitely," replied Jin, his face lighting up into a lovestruck grin when you said you'd text him. "Any time."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. His friend was such an idiot.

~~~~~

"Wooo shots!" cheered Hoseok as the server set down four shots of whiskey you knew would be much smoother than any of the well varieties that you would be buying. Luckily, Seokjin had bought this round.

"I really shouldn't get that drunk tonight," you reminded your friend as he shoved a shot glass in your direction. It was true, you had way too much to do tomorrow to lose an entire day to the nausea and brain fog of a bad hangover. Your face was already starting to feel pleasantly numb, a warning sign if there ever was one.

Hoseok had managed to guilt you into coming out tonight, and a combination of his puppy dog eyes and another truly painful day of work had finally swayed you. And then Seokjin and Namjoon had showed up, and one drink had turned into several, and now shots were involved.

"Pleaaaaaase? You haven't hung out with me in ages," Hoseok pleaded, pouting at you so ferociously you felt like not taking the shot would have been akin to kicking a puppy.

"You must have been a menace in undergrad," you said in resignation as you took the glass, hiding the quirk of your lips at your friend's exaggerated cheers. "You're way too good at peer pressure."

"You have no idea," Seokjin agreed as he clinked his glass against yours, then downed the amber liquid. For a moment your attention was caught by the oddly masculine, sensual line of his neck as he tilted his head back. Then, remembering yourself, you took your own shot, giving a small hum of appreciation as it went smoothly down your throat.

"Alright, you were right, I needed this," you told Hoseok with a sigh, resting your back on the plush velvet of the booth the four of you were sitting in. The alcohol had settled comfortably in your veins at this point, and your shoulders felt almost relaxed for the first time since you'd gone to see your mother at the hospital. Your friend grinned, and you were suddenly reminded of the last time he'd cajoled you into following his whims.

"Wait, we never ran into your parents at that wedding," you began slowly, your eyes beginning to narrow. Hoseok didn't even blink.

"Oh yeah, I lied," he said with a nonchalant shrug as you spluttered in indignation. As if sensing that his head was seconds away from being whacked, he smoothly slid out of the booth. "Anyway, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"Coward," you muttered, crossing your arms as you slouched in your seat. "I can't believe I let him call me boobear for no reason."

"Seeing either of you act like that took a few years off my life," agreed Namjoon with a haunted look, startling you into a laugh.

"It was… definitely something," said Seokjin with an odd expression on his face.

"Honestly it was one of the most uncomfortable things I've ever done," you said flatly, shuddering at the memory. Jin laughed at your disgusted look, and for some reason he looked relieved. "Why did he even lie about that, anyway?"

"Oh, because - "

"He probably just thought it would be funnier than it was," Jin interrupted, giving Namjoon a flat look. Before you could decode it, Hoseok was sliding back into the booth next to you. With more drinks.

"Dude," you complained. "We're too old for this."

"We're never too old to have fun," Hoseok responded primly, making you roll your eyes.

"We are when it's at the expense of tomorrow," you muttered, though you accepted your glass and took a tentative sip. You weren't going to turn down a free drink, especially not when it was at the cushy, swanky bar that these rich boys liked going to.

"So now that you've been sufficiently lubricated," Hoseok began, then he paused and looked revolted at his choice of words.

"Let's just move on," you said with a weary sigh, though Seokjin's giggle sent a little bubble of warmth floating through your chest. Hoseok nodded and cleared his throat.

"[Y/n], is everything okay?"

The bubble popped, and you stared at your friend in a mixture of confusion and suspicion.

"You've just - you've been really tired at work lately, amongst other things, and Jin said you missed a couple lectures, and - "

"Oh, so you guys have been discussing my life behind my back?" you snapped, crossing your arms as irritation flared through you. Did they think you were some sort of child they needed to look after?

"Not like that," Hoseok protested, eyes wide as a hint of panic began to enter his expression. His gaze flicked to Jin behind you, and more anger spiked at the thought that they were commiserating about you now. "We're just worried - "

"Well don't be," you bit out, offended by his fucking audacity. "I'm fine."

"You slept through our entire lecture last week," Seokjin interrupted, and you whirled around to stare at him in betrayal. He had really lured you in, smiled at you sweetly and reassuringly, only to turn around and throw that moment of weakness in your face. Your cheeks burned in humiliation at the way the men at your table were looking at you in concern, as if you were some charity case who needed their help.

"[Y/n], we just want to help - " began Hoseok, and his words snapped the already fraying thread of your self-control.

"I don't need your help," you snapped, suddenly rising to your feet and shoving past him to escape the closed confines of the booth. You grabbed the table to hide the way your head spun when you stood up, pretending it was just to help leverage yourself out of your seat. "Or your pity. I'm gonna go get some air, feel free to continue to talk about what a disaster my life must be while I'm gone."

You stomped away in not-quite-righteous fury, leaving a silent table behind.

"Well," said Namjoon awkwardly, looking at Hoseok's forlorn expression. "That could have gone better."

~~~~~

You took several deep breaths of the crisp night air as you slumped against the wall of the bar, eyes burning with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. It was bad enough to be worrying about your mother's health, without all the extra complications that came with dealing with the bills, and the fact that it had gotten to the point where your friends noticed was humiliating.

The heavy door to the bar swung open to reveal a serious looking Kim Seokjin, and you clenched your jaw in irritation. You really weren't in the mood to deal with him right now, no matter how amicable the two of you had become.

He settled against the wall next to you, and you tensed as you waited for him to say something. But it never came, and you stood in silence for a few long moments before you couldn't take it any longer.

"What?" you asked sharply, turning to glare up at him. How dare he be taller than you and make it impossible for you to loom menacingly over him?

"You should apologize to Hoseok."

That took you by surprise, and you felt yourself bristle further at the implication that you had done something wrong.

"For what? I don't need - "

"We know you don't need our help," Jin snapped, cutting you off as your jaw dropped at the hard edge to his voice. You had never actually seen him angry. Pissy, maybe, but not whatever this was. "You don't need anyone's help."

Huh?

You were barely aware that you were staring at him with your mouth hanging open like an idiot, his unexpected words making you freeze in shock.

"Wh - " you began, but it seemed Seokjin had geared up for a rant of his own, barely drawing in a breath as he continued his diatribe.

"Whatever's going on right now, you'll probably have tied up with a neat little bow before too long. You're too capable for anything else. Hoseok's not worried because he thinks you can't handle things. He's worried because he's your friend and he cares, and right now you're implying he's some kind of self-righteous asshole."

As Jin's words began to sink in, you felt a prickle of shame stir in your chest.

"I - "

"We all care, not because we think you're helpless, but because we like you," he went on, and you felt your cheeks burn. "He's not even asking to do anything, he just wants to know what's going on. Whatever it is, of course you can deal with it by yourself. But why would you want to?"

He finally stopped and realized you had been trying to speak, and his own ears turned that cute shade of pink you found so endearing. You bit your lip as you tried to formulate your thoughts, suddenly unable to look Seokjin in the eyes as guilt settled heavily in your gut. As much as you hated it, his words were making an unfortunate amount of sense.

"I - " you began, though your voice cracked and you shut up as everything you had been dealing with in the past couple weeks threatened to boil over. At the quaver in your voice, Seokjin's eyes widened and you found yourself studying the concrete beneath your shoes as you tried to pull yourself together. It was bad enough that you'd let your temper get away with you earlier, and you didn't need anyone to see you fall apart even more.

Gentle fingers came under your chin to tilt your face up to his, and his soft expression did more to crumble your walls than anything else could.

"Hey," he said quietly, the concern in his eyes piercing your heart and leaving you unable to move. His thumb stroked your cheek, and the stress you had been under threatened to spill over the dam you had so carefully built. "Talk to me."

Your lips wobbled, and to your horror you let out a sniffle as hot tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You scrubbed at them angrily with your hands, only for Jin to push them away and dab at your face with the sleeve of his incredibly soft sweater.

"A lot's been happening," you hiccuped, unable to keep yourself from leaning into his soothing touch. Jin forewent wiping your face to tug you into his chest and you stiffened for a moment before you relaxed, breathing in his cologne.

"Yeah?" he murmured into the top of your head, stroking your hair tenderly as he encouraged you to elaborate. A sigh you hoped he didn't hear escaped your lips as you tentatively wrapped your fingers in his sweater, the softness helping ground you in the moment.

"I'm just so tired," you mumbled into his broad chest, nudging his hand with your head when he stopped petting your hair. Seokjin's chuckle reverberated through you, and you felt the knot inside of you loosen when he resumed his comforting motions.

"Then tell us what's going on," he urged gently, pulling back slightly so he could look you in the eyes. "Let us lighten your load."

You felt like you were drowning as you stared back at him, frozen in time even as something in your chest thawed at his words. He looked so earnest, so serious, his large hands resting on your shoulders as if to drive home the sincerity of what he was saying.

Who was this man? Where was the insufferable idiot who pestered you at every opportunity? Or even the carefree doofus who saved you seats and sent you shitty jokes that made you smile despite - or perhaps because of - their lameness?

His shoulders had always been broad, but he somehow looked even larger despite how he had bent to bring himself closer to your level. You couldn't speak past the lump in your throat, and your pulse quickened when he cupped your cheek.

"[Y/n]?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern as his dark, hypnotic eyes seemed to peel back the layers of your very soul.

Hearing your name fall out of Seokjin's plush lips helped wake you up from the spell he'd put you under, and you stepped backwards to try to curb some of the disturbing sunlight spilling into your heart.

"You're right," you finally managed to reply, pulse hammering as you tried to get your bearings. "I-I'm sorry. I'll apologize to Hoseok. And I'll talk."

Jin's eyes widened, and he grinned at your acquiescence, seemingly unaffected by the same thick atmosphere that was shaking your world. You tried to ignore the unnecessary pang of disappointment that cooled the warmth oozing through your chest.

"Sorry, could you say that again?" he asked innocently, distracting you from your inner turmoil as you narrowed your swollen eyes at him.

"I should apologize," you said slowly, made all the more suspicious by the mischievous cast of his face.

"No no, before that."

You huffed as you realized what he was getting at, though you were more amused than anything else. His light-hearted attitude was enough to settle your chest, letting you breathe more easily.

"You're right," you repeated, crossing your arms and giving him a fake glare as he laughed gleefully. "Don't get used to it."

"I'll treasure this moment forever," he teased, grinning at you. That soft look in his eyes was still there, and you came to the realization that you were well and truly fucked.

"Let's go inside," you suggested, deciding to tackle one problem at a time. You poked at your face uncertainly, giving Jin a quick glance before looking away, afraid that if you stared at him too long you might notice something that might capture yet another piece of your heart. "Do I look okay?"

"You always look beautiful," Jin replied easily, no trace of mockery in his voice as he smiled at you. Oh. Well there it went. Your chest gave another funny squeeze as you met his gaze, and you rolled your eyes to hide its effect.

"Yeah, okay Romeo," you groaned, brushing past him to go back inside. He grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you, and you wanted to hate him for the herd of electrified butterflies that decided to take residence in your stomach.

"I didn't mean to pressure you," he said softly, skin warm against your arm. "You don't really owe us anything. I just - "

"I know," you cut him off with a smile, affection swelling in your chest. Impulsively, you twisted your wrist out of his grip to grab his hand instead, lacing your fingers in his. "You're good, Kim."

You turned to avoid his reaction and pulled him inside with you, completely missing the way his breath hitched and his ears went scarlet.

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[mosviqu]

reboot review 🔴

okay so i am fucking FINALLY listening to the cb and WHY IS BONA BONA SO FUCKING GOOD IM GONNA LOSE IT THE CHORUS ??? RHE INTRO ????? THE VOCLAS ??? THE WHOLE VIBE OF THE SONG ????? NOISE MUSIC DONE SO WELL OHMYFUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS AND ALSO THE GUITARS TOWARDA RHE END 2000/10 ARE U KIDDING MEEEEEEEEEEE. i want your love - ohmyfucking god a motherfucking BOP jeongwoo's vocals im losing it JIHOON oh god the chorus is so ass shakingly good hyunsuk im gonna fold in half. junkyu's vocals are so tasty in here also ASAHI SIR ??? 30/10. this song makes me wanna jump from my bed and shake ASSSSS the bridge THE FUCKING BRIDGEEEEE !!!!!! Run - the intro reminds me of disconnected by 5sos for some reason but omg such a good feel song it has very much treasure vibes. Junkyu eats every song he sings doesnt he and so does jeongwoo his vocals are so good AH this song also has seventeen vibes and its amazing JIHOONS VOICE IN THE CHORUS AND RHEN HYUNSUK BRINGING OUT THE YG VIBES THE RAP VERSE IS SO DELICIOUS omg asahi baby :,) im gonna tear up this is so serotonin my babies i:(((((( LALALALALALA OHMYGOD FUCKING IT UP !!! JIHOONS HIGHNOTE !!!!!!!!! HA HA HO CANT CONTROL ??????? THE ENDING ????????? MATCHES THE AMOUNT OF SEROTONIN AND WILL TO LIVE I FELT WHEN I FIRST HEARD THE CHORUS OF HELLO. THIS SONG IS MY MFING LIFELINE. yall already know how i feel abt move so we are. moving on. goat is playimg now omg rap unit im gonna lose my shit hyunsuk your dick is so big OKAY HARUTO I HEAR U. I AM LISTENING. I AM SEATED. KING YOSHI YOUR FLOW !!!!!!! the yg vibes are very strong in this one. hyunsuk was born to do this. all his parts ate left no crumbs absolutely devoured. stupid - ohmygod we are pulling out an acoustic guitar you already know im hooked. jaehyuk your voice i >:( asahi >:(( im so proud of my boys. jihoons voice is so sweet in this song i love him so much he is the loml. the chorus !!!! THE CHORUS !!! idk what theyre singing abt but the melody is so sweet and cute HYUNSUKS PART i love the instrumental of this song so much. DOYOUNG DOYOUNG DOYOUN DOYOIN DOYOUNH YOUR VOICE I AM???????????????????????? GIVE MY OY MORE PARTS I AM BEGGING YALL. oh jihoon i love u so much. the wheee at the end :((((( my boys :((( the ending is so yg core enthusiasm i love it. the way to - omg a ballad. yall already know i hate ballads i get so bored but lets get to it. junkyu eating as always thats our main vocal right there. JIHOON?????????? JIHOOOOOOONNNNNM??????? SINCE WHEN DID HE HAVE THIS IN HIM. jeongwoo yes i am seated. lets see if this is building into something here the vocals are truly beautiful however. jihoon i am in love with you. his vocals. his fucking voice. im in tears i am so proud of him. definitely not a song id listen to but its so pretty and the vocals are amazing i cannot i am so beyond proud of them and yes i know i keep talking abt jihoon but i am so rucking proud of him and his vocals he jas grown so much and gotten sm better and :((((((( anyways. wonderland - right off the bat european summer type of song youd hear playing at the pool. BIG summer vibes. jihoon why are u YELLING. omg waves!!!! omg was that doyoung just now. bc if so....wow. yoshi's parts ALWAYS EAAAATTTTT i love this song its so good and fresh. b.o.m.b. omg the vibes the vibes the VIBES. WHO is singing rn was that jeongwoo???????? pretty ass tone. this song is very VERY treasure. uniquely treasure. Like even if i didnt know this was treasure ID KNOW its treasure. once again very very feel good. junkyu this is your era. not entirely my vibe of song but i appreciate it nonetheless. lovesick - this song makes me wanna SWAYYYYYY from left to right. something abt this song is very weirdly czech and i fuck with it. the vibe once again is very summer at the lake. i love it a LOTTT haruto's voice omg?? also very treasure song. yoshi baby i love u <333

my top 3 are definitely BONA BONA (har top 1 i wanna fuck this song its the type of song i need to blast on full volume while zooming on a highway), run and i want your love this song is so good it makes me forget how lowkey ugly and underwhelming the concept pics were

[mushroominlove]

A/N: reuniting with my boys rich and seth,, I like it but I also don't write very often but like this?? <333

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Finally stepping onto the porch, a warm mug in hand, settling himself in his ancient porch swing. The night was supposed to cool but Anthony sat watching the sun just barely wavering on the horizon wondering. Wondering why the air sat so hot and still, it was suffocating, and if it had anything to do with the guests he was expecting. His best friend and his best friend's brother. And another, someone young, new, not as scared as they should be. Anthony made extra horchata in anticipation. Richard's favorite, his brother, Seth, favored it too but wouldn't admit it.

The lull of the swing and the near blinding light of the sunset had Anthony practically hypnotized, at least it did until the rough sound of tires turning hard on the dirt road brought him back. He stood up when the car stopped in front of his house. Setting his mug on the ledge of the banister he leaned on, hands clasped together, he waited to see just who could've stopped by. Of course he knew already, Anthony always knew. Many found it unsettling.

"Look who dropped by. If it isn't los Geckos hermanos- my boys!" Anthony laughed on his way down the stairs. Richie met him halfway, lifting him into a hug.

"We are not your boys." Seth sounded tired.

"Yes we are, Bug." Richie was quick to reassure his friend. By now both brothers were standing at the stairs together, not nearly long enough to be waiting, before Ant spoke again.

"You're missing someone, no?" He was trying to peer into the tinted windows of the shiny car, searching.

"Christ, I forgot you're weird," Seth grumbled, waving into the car for whomever to exit, "yeah, Tony, there's another."

If he weren't trying to make a good impression he would've done more than glare at the older man. He despised being called Tony. He finally withdrew his eyes and looked at a young woman. A child, really, maybe 18. She was already smiling at him, it was returned with ease.

"Hia, sweetheart, I'm Anthony." And normally she would've recoiled at the nickname but something about him was different. Genuine, soft, even.

She took his hand, a firm shake and a simple I’m Katie and she was pulled into an unanticipated hug, she laughed and looked at the brothers who only shrugged. Let it happen Seth mouthed hands up in faux surrender. And she did, finding the feeling almost strange after so much heartache. And they pulled away just as quickly.

"Come on inside, drinks are ready and dinner is in the oven. I've already got the rooms set up and the first aid kit on deck," Anthony was already walking inside, forgetting his mug on the banister Seth was sure to snag it on his way in.

"Divvy out showers and such and we'll eat and talk because I know these two have a heap of trouble just followin 'em huh?" Anthony joked, glancing at Katie who could only nod and let out a sort of airy laugh at the change of pace and energy inside the house.

Anthony was one of their oldest friends, might as well have been the only one at this point. He and Richard were always close, best of friends, affectionate and protective, joined at the hip as kids. Seth was dubbed best friend by association, mostly, as he and Anthony had such a different relationship. Just as protective but so much more rough around the edges. Always butting heads but quick to cut anyone else who thought it was okay, it was rare to hear them say a kind word about the other as they were always pushing buttons. Still, back in the day if you saw one the other two were likely getting into trouble not far off.

He kept in touch with both brothers, just barely. He mostly wrote to Seth but would try to drive out to meet up with Richie, keeping him mostly sane until he hid so even Ant couldn't find him.

Katie got first dibs on the shower, claiming she’d eat afterwards. The boys took a seat at the island counter watching Anthony fish out the food from the oven and pour them drinks. Serving them in silence he caught Seth with his mug, smugly drinking the contents of his forgotten drink. "Dick, that's mine." He complained, snagging the mug from his hands as he finished it. Anthony continued to quietly whine into his cup as he refilled it, considering taking the drink he just placed in front of Seth back. He didn't. Instead he waited as his boys ate, staring into his fresh cup, wondering what exactly they would tell him. Anthony already had some ideas but his visions were never crystal clear.

Richard, who was easily distracted by the food, couldn't help but watch the strange interaction between his friend and brother. It wasn't any different than it used to be, nor was it all that different than his own interactions with Bug but he knew it was different. Somehow it was different, it just was but he was wrong about this sort of stuff all the time. Richie really took his time looking at them between shoveling food into his mouth.

"You wanna taste your food first, Richard?" Anthony spoke up from his place against the counter. There was no malice or force behind his voice, he was teasing. In response Richie sniffed hard and took his next bite agonizingly slow, not breaking eye contact. Once he took the bite he almost tumbled out of his chair.

"What is with you two and staring into one another's souls." Seth laughed, retracting his arm from shoving Richie.

"Huh? one another souls?"

"Thought eye contact was a good thing?"

Anthony and Richard spoke at the same time and before they could react a laugh sounded from behind them.

Katie came walking out, hair still wet, but in fresh clothes. When the boys turned around Anthony already had a plate ready, setting it down in front of her as she sat.

"Thank you- so much, really." Katie was beyond grateful. Being here, the warmth from this specific place and the thought of what they'd eventually be going back out to, made her savor it all a little more.

"So is anyone gonna fill me in?"

"What you don't know already? Haven't gotten any of those, uh," Seth started saying, waving his hand and wiggled his fingers at him for emphasis,"freaky visions you used to get all the time?" Another chortle from Rich and Kate as Anthony smack Seth's hand away.

"You know damn well that it's never straightforward. I get bits and pieces and y’all are lucky I like puzzles," He pointed at them as he walked away to the living room. Kate sat confused but didn't bother asking anything because she knew there would be answers. Seth leaned in close to her. "Sketchbook."

And as if on cue Anthony walked in holding up a spiral-bound book like some kind of trophy. He slapped it on the counter and started flipping through it, everyone gazed at it in curiosity, and he began to speak up.

"Gods and monsters, ya know, vague and threatening. Snake bites and totems I don't recognize," the spread he had open was a litter of graphite. At first it almost didn't make sense, drawn so hastily, sketches overlapping, smudges clouding the page. Snake fangs, tunnels, and halos, carvings from temple walls that he just couldn't have seen before. It made Kate's skin crawl, how truly real the drawings seemed, if only just for a moment. She went looking to the Geckos for understanding but they didn't seem phased at all. Glancing back at Anthony, he spoke again,

"So what the hell happened to you guys?”

[frogtanii]

“hi everyone,” you gave your webcam a half hearted wave, noting the flood of inquisitive comments at your demeanor.

ynismymommy: omg queen r u ok??????

emilia.95: Have you been sleeping?

atsumus-leftballsack: bestie imma need you to invest in some concealer

a giggle pried it’s way up your throat, despite your attempts to stop it as you read the comments. yes, you were fully aware that you looked like shit however, you just weren’t expecting the viewers of your stream to be so... observant.

“holy shit guys, i’m okay,” you attempted to placate your vicious audience by giving them a (forced) smile and a small chuckle. “let’s just play, okay?”

you loaded up your game of choice (call of duty — you had a lot of aggression to work off) while making idle chatter with your fanbase. they seemed to have dropped conversation about your heavy eye bags and low enthusiasm in favor of more lighthearted topics.

just as you were starting to get into it, a knock sounded at your door. at first, you were tempted to ignore it but after a few moments of silence, the knocking started up again, more incessantly. your comments started to go wild, wondering who exactly was banging on your door at like 11p.

bokutos.bahamamommamilkers: tell whoever is @ the door to fuck off

shartyba3_420: damn slam me yn like [redacted] is slamming on that door

Greg_72: Hey, you can go answer that! We’ll wait <3

you apologize quickly before removing your headphones and scurrying over to the door. swinging it wide open, you’re met with bokuto.

and what a sight he is.

once bright, golden eyes were now dull and void, accompanied by dark circles that rivaled your own while his usually sunny visage was dampened by this metaphorical dark cloud that was hanging above him.

in other words, he looked like shit.

the both of you must look like quite a pair — you in your ratty, oversized hoodie and red sweats and him in his white t shirt and flannel pajama pants. after giving him another glance over, you repressed the urge to pull him into your room and into a hug, instead choosing to wrap your arms around yourself tightly.

“um, hey bo,” you started, unable to keep your eyes on his face. “i’m really sorry but i’m streaming right now. maybe we can hang out later?”

bokuto shook his head no, and your heart began to sink. you were just so tired and you didn’t have the energy to entertain or comfort the man at the moment without letting another piece of yourself crumble but you knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

resigning yourself to your fate, you stepped to the side to let him into your room, making a mental note to shield him from your webcam while you brought him to lie on your bed.

to your complete and utter surprise, bokuto did not move, shaking his head no again before moving to grab something just out of your sight behind your doorway.

you were now thoroughly intrigued, shuffling closer to peek into the hallway, only to be stopped by a box being thrusted into your hands. you looked over the colorfully painted cardboard but it gave you no indication as to what was on the inside and glancing at kotarou gave you no help whatsoever.

“what’s this?” you voiced your confusion while weighing the box in your hands, the confusion only amplifying when you discover the box is suspiciously light. you’re shaken from your investigation when bokuto throws another object in your hands, this one significantly heavier.

looking up at him, you’re taken aback by the emotion swirling in his irises, his mouth finally parting to speak. “i’m so sorry,” kotarou’s voice, while gravelly from disuse, was sincere, a slight quiver being found underlying his words. “i- i know i never said it but i just want you to know that i-i care about you and that i am so sorry for ever hurting you and making you feel like you were less than. y-you’ve helped me become myself again a-and i can never thank you enough.”

a shuddering breath left his chest as he trained his eyes on the ceiling before looking back at you with watery eyes. “you don’t have to forgive me. i-i’d understand.” you opened your mouth to respond, to rebut, but you were cut off by his strong arms, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into his hold, a small ounce of stress leaving your body at his words but the bulk of it remaining. he’s just apologizing because you’re the only girl who’s shown him an ounce of kindness, the voice in the back of your head whispered.

as bokuto pulled you in tighter, you stiffened, the voice getting louder and more constant. the man holding you didn’t miss the way you tensed and hesitantly removed himself from you, his hurt written plain all over his face.

kotarou gave you a weak smile and another gentle apology before turning and leaving for his room. you already felt guilt creeping up your spine for not holding him the way you thought you should but you quickly pushed the feeling down, knowing that you wouldn’t have gotten the rest you deserved if you’d done so.

letting out a deep sigh, you shut your door and moved back to continue your stream, not before gently setting down the 2 colorfully decorated boxes on the bed, a small smile creeping across your face at the sight of the gifts.

your stream ended pretty shortly after, your mind unable to focus on the game — it was getting borderline embarrassing how often you were dying to the point you were worried your sponsors would pull out of supporting you.

with a soft smile and goodbye, you collapsed on your bed, mindful not to crush the boxes. while you were extremely exhausted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without examining your gifts’ contents.

you decided to open the heavier box first which yielded bag after bag of your favorite chips, candies, and drinks. you knew your mouth was gaping unattractively but you couldn’t help it. this was... way too much.

at the bottom of the box was a small note, written in bokuto’s somehow endearing chicken scratch. it read, “hi yn!!!! this is for when you get hungry :) i know i didn’t let you eat any of my snacks for a long time so i thought it would be nice if i bought some for you!!!!! i hope i got these all right :( i asked atsumu for help!!!”

a choked chuckle escaped your lips and it only amplified as you continued to the end of the note. “p.s. don’t worry about not finishing it all!!! i can always help you ;) p.p.s. also you’re so pretty!!!! don’t not eat it because you don’t think so too <3”

wiping your eyes that had become suspiciously misty, you set down the slip of paper and reached for the second box.

you couldn’t keep the gasp from coming from you as the cardboard overflowed with tiny slips of paper. with shaky hands, you unfolded the first paper, the tears overflowing over your lashline before you could stop them.

you are loved :) - akaashi

“fuck,” you whispered, swiping at your face before clumsily reaching for another, and then another, each note making you cry harder than the last.

you are beautiful!!!!! never change!! - bokuto!!!

you’re really cool - kenma

you are so kind and i owe you the world - sugawara :)

you’re sympathetic, observant, and intelligent. - sakusa.

you are patient (even when we don’t deserve it) - kuroo

yer my angel <3 - tsum tsum

there were a ton more but you promised yourself you’d read them all later, your emotions getting the better of you. you’d rather not wake up with puffy, swollen eyes and a headache so you decided it would be best to close the box and finish it all later.

laying back on your bed, you expelled a deep breath of air, not realizing just how tense you were. you’d been living on edge with the guys for at least a month now and it was really starting to wear on you.

without being able to fully trust them, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you crumbled under the pressure.

you glanced at your phone before sighing again (it really was that kind of day, wasn’t it). maybe it was about time to give dr yamada a long awaited call.

℗ poker face

you are loved :)

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an - ooweee first single apology down, 4 more to go!!! also the box of papers came from everyone (obv) but they still gotta give their individual apologies hehe which shall come in the future <33 sorry this took so long KSJD i hope u enjoy!!! don’t forget to feed me <333

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[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

engineer proposing to their s/o??? :0 also i love your blog!! keep up the great work! <333 and pls don't overwork yourself

- selectively mute anon

OH HELL YES. Oh and um thank you!! I will make sure to not overwork myself!! Engi proposing...engi is may be a simple man but he will make sure to make this special for you <33 (oh also sorry for responding a bit late!!!)

~Engineer proposing~

Engi was just SUPER nervous. He was 100 times more nervous than the confession. PROPOSING!? He was literally sweating bullets.

He wanted to make this special. It like SUPER special.

He of course planned this for a very long time. This was so hard!!!! He kept on blushing when writing his plan on paper. God, what am I doin...just do it already!!! But some preparation won't hurt.

He especially prepared his speech. He just needed to make it perfect.

He wanted to keep it simple and nice. Just straight forward.

After ??? weeks he was prepared to show how much they mean to him!!!

~Proposal day come~

It was really like any other day of life. You were meeting up with engi at the park. Engi told you to meet up at the park near the base. The park was relatively quiet. You two were usually the only ones there. It was nice park. It had nice flowers and just had nice shades for hot days. It was the spot you both always went for outdoor dates.

You recently noticed how engi was much more busier. This usually didn't raise any questions since of course sometimes he is busier than usual. He is the engineer of the team he is an important part of the team. But...he wasn't busy because of work. You can tell. He always kindly and politely told you to not interrupt him during a certain time. Now, this was not weird but whenever he told you, while he had a blushing face. And when you ask what he working on he turns a bit red and just say it's nothing. Suspicious...

Oh hey s/o! *turns to see engi waving from distance* Oh hey engi! Oh um hi s/o so you ready for are date? ! *s/o turns a bit flustered* Oh yeah!

You both had a lovely time walking in the quiet and peaceful park. You both were just talking about something funny that happened during battle and how some of engi's new weapons improved and all that jazz.

And then engi, my heart was beating so fast I swore my heart was going to rip open hehe. It seems like you were really nervous huh? I really was hehe. But there is something else that makes my heart pound heart harder. What is that? You smile of course silly!

*You both giggle and blush but engi blushes way harder*

So engi. Yes, sweetheart? He smiled so warmly you were going to melt. So engi is there something you want me to tell me or hiding? !!!! Oh um what makes you say that sweetheart. (He looked nervous...?)

Oh, it's just you have been more distant these days and I just was wondering if I did something you were uncomfortable with or something... NO! !!!! Oh sorry I startled you. No, it's no, you sweetheart! It just...

~After a little pause~

You can tell me anything engi. I am here for you :) You then gave him a smile that showed that he was ready for the moment.

S/o you are the sweetest thing that happened in my life. I love you with my heart. I feel joy every second when we are together. S/o I want my no our future together forever, so s/o- *goes down on one knee* *gasp* *opens ring box* Will you marry me s/o?

YES! You hugged him right. You both were crying happy tears. He then cupped your face. Oh, don't cry sweetheart. *wipes happy tears* I am just so happy engi! For both our love and our future. hehe, I am also s/o.

I love you engi. Hehe, I love you too s/o :)

I hope you enjoyed selectively mute anon :) I had a wonderful time writing this. I hope my proposal writing is okay! Feel free to say your opinion in the request box. I may not take requests but questions are always allowed! Anyway god, this took some time hehe, I am now going to go rest my back and eyes. So, um yeah I hope you enjoyed it! Byeee (∩´∀｀)∩

[velvetcloxds]

ooo you said you want a request for oliver wood? feel free to ignore this but could you write something about the reader taking care of oliver when he’s sick/injured?

(i don’t know if that’s specific enough so i’m sorry if it’s not)

STUBBORN| O.W.

Hii Jess!! Thank you so much for requesting lovely <333 I'm literally turning into an Oliver girl the more I write for him so thank you for indulging me!!

Paring: Oliver Wood x fem!reader

Word count: 1370 words

Warning: none that I can think of- it's just a little short because I'm still getting the hang of his character.

Summary: Oliver gets hurt during quidditch practice and you go to the hospital wing to take care of him.

“He asked me to make you promise that you wouldn’t be angry,” Harry explained, and you raised a brow at the boy, pulling your books against your chest as he led you towards the hospital wing.

“If he didn’t want me to be angry, he should’ve listened to me when I told him not to go to practice,” Your comment earned a slightly uncomfortable smile from Harry’s lips as he looks at his feet while walking, not sure how to react. “Sorry,” You sighed, moving your books into your bookbag as you neared the door. “Oliver tends to be stubborn when it comes to quidditch, which tends to end with me being worried, and that usually tends to end with me visiting said stubborn boy in the hospital wing with the injury of the week,” Harry nodded at the explanation, stilling next to you at the door of the hospital wing.

“Madam Pomfrey said that even though he hit his head when he fell, he doesn’t seem to have a concussion- she’s not concerned as least, said he just needs someone to stay with him for a while as she monitors him,” He smiled as you nodded. “I think he’ll be alright,” He offered optimistically.

“Thank you for coming to find me, Harry,” You returned the boy’s smile, squeezing his shoulder lightly before he leaves. You walked through the door carefully, waving at Madam Pomfrey when she spotted you walking in.

“Hello, dear,” She noted, looking up from the research book in her hand and pointing towards the sickbay, Oliver being the only person in the entirety of it and you shook your head lightly as you saw him. “He’s been asking for you,” she told you with a knowing smile, allowing you to go in to see him without any objection, smiling still as she refocused her attention on the book in her hands.

Oliver noticed your presence instantly, turning his head to see you, a tired grin lacing onto his lips as you quickly made your way to his bed, stilling at his side with furrowed brows.

“My love,” He noted softly, reaching a hand out towards you and smiling even more when your fingers entwine with his, your free hand lifting to his head where you gently moved your fingers through the short tendrils of brown.

“How’s my injured boy feeling?” You asked with a soft smile, annoyance from earlier having slipped away as soon as you saw him. “Do you have any pain?”

“I’m alright,” He began, and you allowed your eyes to travel over his body, not noticing any bandages or noticeable discomfort. “My head hurts a little, but Poppy said I could leave in time for dinner, she just wants to keep an eye on me for a few hours,” He offered meekly, fiddling with the hem of the blanket draped over him. “I’m sorry for not listening to you,” He explained, stopping his fingers as he looked at you. “You said the weather was too bad to practice and you were right, like you always are,” You smiled at the statement, lightly scratching at his sculp.

“Don’t think about that,” you said as you removed your hand from his hair long enough to place your bag on the floor, smiling when his other hand reached for your shirt to keep you close. “I’m just happy that you’re not hurt too badly,” The boy offered you a warm smile as his hand tugged at your shirt to pull you closer towards him. “What can I do for my sweet boy?” You asked him, a smile of your own as you watched his eyes jumping over your features, he shook his head. “How about some water?” You suggested to which he nodded as if coming to the sudden realization that he was in fact thirsty.

You lifted the glass of water from the bedside table, holding it for him as he took a few slips, eyes locked on you as his fingers surrounded yours around the glass, hand falling to the bed when you moved to put the glass back.

“Thank you,” He mumbled as you did so, hands somehow finding yours again as he gently scooted over on the bed, silently asking you to join him.

“You want me to hold you?” You mused; his behavior not strange at all as the boy always seemed to get a little more needy after he got himself injured. You nodded as he offered but a mere tug at your fingers as a reply. “Alright my love, I’ll hold you in second, just need to check with Madam Pomfrey if it's okay for you to sleep yet.”

Oliver wasn’t happy with the comment at all, watching with a clear frown as you walked over towards the woman, talking softly among yourselves as she assured you that Oliver was just fine, though you were going to make the boy stay awake for just a little while more, just in case.

“Can you come here now?” He asked, tone laced with impatience as he even lifted his blanket for you. You smiled over at him, carefully kicking off your shoes and moving them under the bed before taking hold of his outstretched hand and sitting down beside him, pausing before laying down.

“Does anything else hurt, Oliver?” You question softly, wanting to be sure before just clinging onto him. He shook his head, grabbing your waist to guide you into his side, a small laugh escaping your mouth as he gently forced your head down onto his chest. He released a satisfied little sigh when your hands found his shirt, smoothing the surface slightly out of habit.

“Thank you for coming,” He mumbled after a second and you twisted in his hold to look up at him, not missing the clear signs of sleep tugging at his features. “I know you had a whole lot to get done today.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here,” You note simply, lifting a hand to his chin to steal his attention from the ceiling, his eyes closing for a second as the sudden comfort you provided clouded his already tired mind. “You’ve got to stay awake for a little while more, darling,” You reminded him sweetly, his eyes finding yours in an instant, a sloppy smile on his lips as he stared at you.

“Hmm,” He hummed in acknowledgement, hearing what you’re saying yet not registering the words as he delicately pulled you closer. “I like it when you call me that.”

“Darling?” You mocked lightly, watching a slight blush creep onto the boy’s features, his sleepy state along with the adrenaline wearing off, leaving him an all but swooning mess as he holds onto the person he loves so dearly.

“I love you,” He stated in the same flustered tone, and you rested your chin on his chest to look at him. “If this is how you treat me after getting hurt, I just might just get hurt more often.”

“You couldn’t possibly get hurt more often than you already do,” You mused and traced small shapes over his shirt, mindlessly, as the sensation simply aided in lulling him into his slumber. “And you shouldn’t dare attempt it either, you’d drive me mad with worry, Oliver Wood,” The words emitted a groan from his lips, and you raised a brow.

“You worry about me?”

“Only constantly,” You confessed, his eyes opening quickly. “Your self-preservation instinct is severely lacking, darling,” You informed him, and he gave you a guilty smile, your hand leaving his chest as you moved to tuck the blanket back in around his side where it had escaped its place.

“I’ll be more careful then,” He declared. “I enjoy you taking care of me, but I don’t want you to worry,” He lifts a hand to your face, nimbly tracing a finger over your lips.

“That’s all I ask,” You replied, kissing the pad of his thumb when it stilled on your bottom lip. “Though in the meantime, I don’t mind taking care of my sweet and injured darling,” He laughed softly, shaking his head as he pulled you back to his chest, arms wrapping around you even tighter than before and you melted into the feeling completely.

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[shurisneakers]

harmless (vi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: BUCKY BARNES IS BACK AND HAS A CONFIRMED PERSONALITY 

also omg everyone who’s been sending me ideas- ur the lomls. 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

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Your place or mine? ;)

He stares at the text.

The right answer is mine. See you at the lair.

“Y’all are dating now?” Clint peeks over his shoulder. 

“Fuck no,” Bucky says indignantly. “God forbid.”

“Okay, man,” he retracts, giving Bucky space to turn around and face him. “What do you want to call your mini dates then?”

“Missions,” Bucky corrects him.

“No one wants to go on a mission. You volunteered to go back there.” 

“It’s for the good of the tristate area.” 

“I bet.” The snort he lets out contradicts his words. “Whole world is depending on you, Barnes. Go save them from the treachery of your crush.”

“Enemy.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Mortal nemesis.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him. “Go further, I dare you.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me? Punch me with your metal arm?” Clint cranes his neck. “Bring it, big boy. I’m not scared of some kinky shit.”

He hates living here. 

The door is left open for him. 

This time, even though the lair is still illuminated by the green light out in the front, there’s a minor change. Sunlight streams in through a skylight in the roof. 

There’s a ladder there, leaning against the rim. It gives him an entrance to the roof, which, judging by the lack of any other presence in the lab, is where he’s supposed to go.

As he gets closer he notices there’s a note on one of the rungs.

‘Evil’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

He rolls his eyes, discarding it on the floor before swiftly scaling the steps.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes,” he hears your voice call out even before his head pops up above the surface. “We’ve been expecting you.” 

He pauses, looking around. “Who’s with you?”

Because other than the gigantic machine pointed up towards the sky, there’s only you with a visor and sunglasses. The  best way he can describe its design was that it was shaped like a pine cone, had a large antenna pointed towards the sky, two handlebars near its base to manoeuvre it with a large button in between them. 

“Just imagine I have my henchmen with me,” you urge. “I’m on a budget, man, I can’t afford them yet. Maybe when my cloning machine finally works-”

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s a James Bond reference,” you add when he doesn’t show any signs of answering. 

“Haven’t watched it yet.” Bucky shrugs. “We’re doing Star Trek right now.”

“You’re done with Star Wars?” you, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Nice. You’d find the spy shit ridiculous anyway, it’s way below your level.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He makes a mental note to add the Bond movies to the list. 

“Speaking of stars,” you begin, gesturing to the machine. “I’m going to harness the power of the sun.”

“For what?” He doesn’t bother asking how, he already knows you’ve figured out something. 

“There’s a science exhibition and my team’s stupid solar car experiment isn’t working and I need it for them to win.” 

“So build a better one.” 

“No, ours is the best and if Jeff and his stupid baking soda volcano beat us then we’re going to have a murder on our hands.”

“Your hands,” he emphasises. He has nothing to do with this.

“I said what I said, boy.” You glare at him. “This is our problem now.”

“How much power are you taking?” If it’s insignificant enough, it wouldn’t matter much. He thinks. 

“The whole thing.”

He laughs. He stops when you don’t.

“You’re taking all the energy of the sun to power your shitty science model.”

“Your face is a shitty science model,” you mimic him in a higher pitched voice. “I will do anything to win.”

He wonders which grade kid you stole that insult from was in. There’s no way they were anything older than 13. He could use it on Steve, maybe.

“Everyone on Earth will die.” He feels the need to remind you, even though there was no way it was actually going to take place. Eat shit, Clint. This superseded the tristate area.

“Not for eight minutes.” You look at your watch. “And, if Jeff dies then I win by default.”

“You’ll die too,” he points out. 

“I’ll die a winner.” You nod seriously as if that makes it better. 

He’s not that worried. Experience tells him that you’re not a mass murderer willingly. 

“You’ll die an idiot.” 

“Only if you don’t stop me.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And how will you when I do this?”

You yank the machine to point towards him and slam the button. His hand reflectively pulls in front of him to defend himself. Something hits him with enough force to send him skidding backwards slightly. 

He removes his hand carefully from in front of him, looking at you. 

Something feels off.

“You just-”

The knives strapped to his thighs suddenly feel heavier.

“Took your powers?” you finish his thought. “Yeah.”

He feels his body tip towards his left. He’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the arm. Had it been this heavy all this while? 

“You’ve barely changed,” you noted, “You’re just regular Bucky but like, 20% less beef.”

After all, he was a boxer when he was a teen. One of the best men the Howling Commandos had even before the serum.

His shoulder feels heavier though. And somehow he thinks he’s sensing things a little less. He can’t really hear the faint buzzing of the generator downstairs anymore.

“Yep, that’s real muscle.” He turns when you poke at his shoulder. He doesn’t know when you got there. “You’re like a modern day Schwarzenegger. Grade A beefcake.”

He can’t see the construction site near the horizon as clearly as he used to. 

Something about this situation makes him feel like he’s going to have a midlife crisis, even though he’s overshot the age by a huge number. No one has a midlife crisis at 106. 

“Now that we’ve established that this works,” you say, back near the machine again. When did you walk there? “Let’s show this bitch that I’m the brightest star allowed in this solar system.” 

He shakes his head to jolt himself awake, shoves aside his mental dysfunction and breaks out into a sprint when you pull the device down to aim it at the sky. 

He latches onto the side, using his left hand to pull himself up, straddling the machine.

“Excuse me,” you exclaim like it’s a minor inconvenience and he feels the machine sway wildly under him. “You’re weighing it down, get off my inator.”  

You’re shooting recklessly, trying to shake him off. It’s not dissimilar to the mechanical bull Natasha made him ride during a mission down south so she could win money off placing bets on him. They had lobster that night.

He reaches down to its side, hoping to feel maybe a panel he can rip off. He finds nothing.  

He hopes none of the rays are actually hitting anything. It’s a little harder to stay on than he’d imagined it would be, and he thinks that maybe this wasn’t the best plan. 

He changes his mind in a split second, swinging himself over so that he can climb the underside of the machine like a monkey bar. He feels like a fucking insect. How was Peter not mortally embarrassed? 

He factors in the fact that his hands are getting clammier and his grip is slipping faster than usual. Also, he can taste his lunch at the back of his throat.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses when his hand slips, leaving him to hold on only by his metal arm. 

“You okay?” you call out, not giving him a second to recover unless he really needed it.

He lets out a grunt, swinging his arm up and catching hold of the antenna, yanking it down and towards the machine itself. He pulls himself up so that he’s straddling the machine again. 

One more shot and-

“Very smart, Barnes,” you say dryly, letting go of the handles. 

He sends you a sly grin before sliding down the barrel, kicking the large button with his heel right before he jumps off. 

The beam shoots out, instantly meeting with metal. The device automatically gives a mechanical groan before powering down, turning off altogether. 

“I hate you,” you huff, before noting his paleness. “D’you want some water? An IV maybe?”

He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, inhaling heavily to catch his breath.

He’s tired, more so than he would have been under any normal circumstance. He feels a little dizzy, a little disoriented. 

“Don’t worry, your magic powers will be back in a few minutes or so.” You examine the bent antenna, pressing the button and sighing when it stands there lifelessly. “Once Jeff wins, I’ll send the dry cleaning receipt to you. You can pay to get the tear stains out of the kids’ outfits.”

“Your tears or theirs?” He’s relieved about the powers returning, he thinks.

“Both, bitch.” Your eyebrow quirks at his retort. Clearly, he had more energy in him than people realised; his brain seemed to be working fine. He was stronger than you thought. Good for him. 

“You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” He lets out a final exhale before standing up a little straighter. 

“Thanks. It’d be better if you asked your billionaire tech genius to send us something, but okay.”

“It’s a middle school science exhibition. Make a potato battery or something.”

You tsk-tsk. “No points for creativity, Mr. Barnes.”

It creeps into his mind without warning. He wonders if he actually wanted the powers back. Wonders what his life could be if he maybe retired, settled down. For the brief time he feels like his pre-war self, he starts to think like his pre-war self.

“I’m not the one who’s about to lose to a baking soda volcano,” he finds time to respond, however. 

“Your face is a baking soda volcano.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I will not lose.”

“You’re running out of time. Chop chop.”

But the thought hits him. Who is Bucky without his super soldier serum? If he doesn’t have his powers then he can’t think of what use he is to the Avengers.

Who the hell is Bucky if he can’t provide a service to others? How else does he make up for being himself?

His, what he’s now deemed, afterlife crisis is starting to look more apparent.

He compartmentalises and stores it away in a box. He’ll bring it up with his therapist later. 

“I’m going to win and then you’ll be sorry you weren’t a part of it because you didn’t let me steal the sun.” 

“If you win, I’ll still be glad I didn’t let you.” He climbs back down the ladder, feeling the ache in his muscles reduce with every passing minute. 

True to your word, his powers do return a while later. 

And while he’s watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with Peter in the living room two days later, his phone beeps with a text. 

It’s a picture of a blue first place ribbon next to a toy car that looks like it’s powered by a potato battery. Beside it is an out of focus middle finger that is aimed at him. 

Congratulations, he texts back. Told you potato batteries always win.

Your face always wins, he receives in return. He can’t tell if you’re insulting or flirting with him. 

He just shuts his phone off and goes back to watching the show. 

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