#I thought i could write a quick 1k drabble

[noosayog]

[Said Enough] Suna might have said too much but what's he supposed to do if you won't let him apologize?

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: angst(!!!) to fluff, quick drabble bc my Atsumu exes to lovers longfic isn't writing itself

“Oh,” you say. You stare at Suna and he watches you blink once before the last bit of light in your eyes dies out, irises glazing over. 

Shit, he thinks. He’s running after you because he realizes what’s about to happen next. 

All that comes out of your mouth is “okay. Um. I’ll just…” you don’t finish that sentence before running to the bathroom and locking the door shut. 

He runs after you, but you beat him to it. The door slammed in his face, Suna rests his forehead against the wood and lays a flat palm on the divider between you two. “Baby…” 

He doesn’t know what to say. He can hear your sobs and hiccups through the door, frustrated that he’s the cause but can’t get to you. 

Scared to death thinking about what giving you your space could mean for the two of you. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. Can you please open the door so we can talk?” but he knows it’s a lost cause. It’s been a lost cause since you beat him to the door. Turning around so that his back is against the door, he crumples down to the floor, head buried in his hands. 

He should’ve known the second he saw the shutter in your eyes. He should’ve- fuck - he should’ve grabbed onto you to stop you from closing that door and shutting yourself away. He completely deserves to be single after the hurtful things he said to you tonight, and he wants a chance to apologize. Preferably, to your face. But with a literal wall between you two, you now have all night to think about what he said. All night to realize you deserve better. All night to conclude that you should leave him. Nothing scares him more than the look you’ll give him in the morning when you realize how much he doesn’t deserve you. 

The rest of the night is spent periodically checking in on you and sending apologies through the walls. Your sobbing eventually quiets down into slow, measured deep breaths and but that brings little comfort. He can only hope you’re peacefully asleep and not awake to gather your thoughts and solidify your breakup speech for him. 

–

Suna’s jolted awake next morning when the wall he’s leaning against suddenly shifts. He’s falling backwards as the door slowly opens, revealing your swollen cheeks and red eyes. 

As if his nightmares have come true, there’s no uncertainty in your expression. It’s polite and shuttered. 

“Rintaro,” you rasp, voice gravelly. 

He’s already shaking his head. 

“I think we should-” 

He can’t let you finish that sentence. If this is the last chance he’s been waiting for, he needs to do something. So he puts both hands on your shoulders, gently, and looks straight into your eyes. It takes a surprising amount of courage to face that foreign look you’re fixing him with, and he realizes how lucky he has been to always be on the receiving end of your warm gaze and easy smiles. 

“Please,” he whispers, almost begging. “Give me a chance to say I’m sorry.” 

“I think you’ve said enough,” you respond, avoiding his eyes.

“Sometimes,” he starts. “Sometimes, I say too much and I’ll try harder to not do that. But more than that, I don’t say enough. I don’t tell you I love you enough and I don’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you do for me enough. I also don’t say I’m sorry enough but I want to stop doing things that I’d need to apologize for.” 

You’re still not looking at him, but your lips are wavering and your eyes are watering. 

“But I can’t change last night, so I want to apologize. I’m so, so sorry, baby. I’ll say it as many times as I need to.” As many times as you’ll allow me to. 

His heart is palpitating and he can feel his pulse racing so hard, he can feel it through his veins. He wants to clench his fist to channel the nerves elsewhere, but they’re on your shoulders, and after last night, he can’t even think of treating you with anything other than the gentlest of touches. So you can understand how much you mean to him and how much he means to take care of you. 

Yes, he didn’t mean any of the things he said last night, but he does mean to treat you well. He only hopes those intentions are enough. 

Suna puts a hand on your cheeks and wipes the tears away with his thumbs, fingers lingering. Your tears don’t stop and the hiccups are starting again. You’re shaking your head at him and his heart drops. He hasn’t thought about what he would do if you don’t accept his apology. His voice is shaking a bit as he pleads his case. 

“I… don’t want to break up,” the last two words whispered, as if he was scared that saying them aloud would give them power. 

You’re sobbing, not saying anything, just shaking your head. 

Suna doesn’t know what that means, only desperately hoping that you mean you don’t want to separate either. He throws his arms around you, tightly crushing you against his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for impact, and he can hardly believe it when you reciprocate. 

“You were so mean to me, Rin,” you blubber. 

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“I hate you,” you’re wailing right into his neck now. 

“I know, I know. I love you.” 

When your sobs finally settle down, you keep your arms around his neck. “Rin, I’m sleepy,” you murmur, nuzzling into him. 

He hums, the relief and lack of sleep hitting him all at once. He’s just as unwilling to let you go as you’re unwilling to let him go, so he picks you up by the thighs and takes you to get the sleep you both missed out on last night.

[luveline]

Oh my gosh Zombie!steve holds a special place in my heart. Please write more for this Drabble series

thank you for reading!! steve zombie!au —you and steve reunite after a morning apart. 1k, fem!reader

Steve's sitting by the fire unawares when you drape the spare blanket over his shoulders. His hair, wet from a quick scrub in the stream, has soaked the collar of his shirt. The blanket is a welcome warmth, your doting moreso. 

He puts his makeshift bookmark between the pages of his book and follows your face as you sit with him. The apocalypse and subsequent lack of movies has turned him into a bookworm through necessity. He worries about things too much if he has nothing to do, and lately that's always the case. 

"Hello," you say, crossing your legs. Your knee bumps into his. "Sorry. Hey. What chapter are you on?" 

He flips the pages until he finds the chapter header. "Chapter twenty five." 

"You're getting quick," you say. 

It's weird to him that after so many confessions, days spent in one another's arms, nights laying between each other's thighs, you still hesitate sometimes before touching him. You know how much he loves you, and you waver. 

"We could start reading them together again."

"I go too fast." Your eyes widen in recognition. "But you're quicker now." 

He doesn't mind missing the last few lines of each page if it means you'll lean your head against his arm for a couple of hours every night. Your breath warms his collarbones. Your cheek soft and smushed to his rigid shoulder. 

"Way quicker." 

He thinks you're beautiful. It might be hurtful to say you aren't everyone's type, and it's not that he felt he had to warm to you before you became his type or anything, but you have something about you that he loves. Maybe it's purely the way you smile at him, that silly devotion poorly smothered (that he hopes you'd find reflected by him), or maybe it's your eyes. Maybe it's the way you speak to him, half the time like you're worried he won't talk back, and the other half like you're the same person thinking all the same things. He's hungry for every thought you have. 

Beautiful, and he loves you. Steve couldn't be more sure about it, and everyday it gets worse. He wonders if it'll ever stop, or if one day he's going to wake up next to you and choke on air, astounded by the chances of it all. How did you manage to find him? What luck was it of his to get to keep you despite his bad behaviour? He knows he was never as kind as he should've been to start with.

He looks at you and he thinks, Fuck, she's pretty. 

Steve tosses his book down into the packed dirt and just stares at you. You look back unabashed for a handful of seconds he savours. 

"Do I have something on my face?" you ask. 

"No," he murmurs. "You're just beautiful." 

Your eyebrows thread together at the starts, a wrinkle creasing the skin between them. You don't believe him, your lips puckering into a small frown.

"Why do you say stuff like that?" you ask. 

"I really, really think it's true. That's why. I can't not look at you without thinking about it. Even when we're dirty and starving and smell like hot garbage," he says, shrugging gently. "You're beautiful." 

"You've been reading too many romance books."

"I get that it sounds weird," he says. "Doesn't make it less true. You're beautiful." 

"That's enough," you say with a grin. "Stop. If Eddie hears you saying that he'll make fun of you forever." 

Steve gives you a fake shove. "Sorry, I'm confessing my love and the first thing you bring up is my arch nemesis?" 

You wince though he's only kidding, more than aware of his Eddie Munson related jealousy. You both talk about everything without punches pulled these days, and you've assured him he's the only one for you, but he'd quite like to hear it again. 

"Sorry, that's my bad," you say, shuffling closer to him. You put your arm behind his back and kiss his shoulder, warmth unfurling from the contact despite the shirt and blanket between it. "I think you're handsome, too, but you know that. Beside the fact that I'd never really been naked in front of someone before, those early days were torture for me 'cus I thought you were, like, the handsomest guy I went to school with." 

"Just school?" 

"No," you mumble, crossing your free arm over his stomach, nestling yourself under his arm. "Handsomest guy ever." 

He dips his head to touch his nose to the top of your head. 

"I love you," you say, scrunching his shirt in your hand. 

"Yeah, I love you, too. How was work?" 

"Bah. How was your day off?" 

Steve likes getting time off at camp, but it's pointless when you're not off with him. "Wasted. Missed you stupid, helped out with the kids at lunch anyways, spent the rest of it on that shitty book." 

"It's no good?" you ask. 

He loves your voice. It shoots through him like a spark, your genuine, lilting concern. 

"Shit. I don't think I wanna finish it."

"Skip to the end and go get a new one," you suggest. 

He closes his eyes and breathes in the smoky air of the campsite. You have this effect on him —of many— where you can quieten a hectic place. You sit down next to him and suddenly he's not sitting a ways off from the fire in the middle of the Michigan woodland, he's with you. Plain and simple. 

"I will." 

"Maybe I can help you vet some? Make sure you get one you enjoy this time. Or we can trade some of our credits for a new pack of cards. I'll teach you how to play speed."

"After you tricked me into being bad at gin rummy? Nah, you're okay." 

You force his head up as you lift your own, pinning him with your tender gaze. "You like losing. You do, you always say I have to kiss it better." 

He's a simple man. A kiss from his girl is all he needs. "Maybe we should get a pack of cards," he says smugly. 

You shake your head at him, but you're beaming. 

[agentmarcuspike]

can you do dbf!joel x reader with 6?

oh BOY can i...

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

(gif by @pedrorascal)

warnings: dbf!joel, random date x reader, nothing graphic but sex on the first date, break-in, brief mention of animal death ig, caught in the act. wordcount: 1k a/n: i know it's just a quick lil drabble, and i used to write a lot if fanfics, but i never actually posted any of them, so this feels like a bigger deal than it is, help ♡ ps: not edited and barely skimmed through after writing!

part 2 + part 3 + part 4

"so... this is me," you gesture to the house you share with your dad, averting you date's eyes. it's been a great night, and you'd love to invite him in, but you can hear music from your dad's records playing, and the low rumbling of his friends' voices. you saw them before you left for your date, all of them complimenting your hair or your dress or your legs. except for Mr. Miller, your next door neighbor, who rarely says anything at all. he looked at you all the same, though.

"cute house," your date replies. you chuckle nervously. "it's my dad's. i'm staying with him for a while to save some money."

"you grew up here?" he carefully takes your hands.

"i did", you smile, as you finally meet his eyes. "back in my childhood bedroom."

"hot..." he whispers. you laugh.

letting go of his hands, you take a step back.

"my dad has guests... so... i'm sorry to end the night here." you give him a half smile. the butterflies from the nice evening turn to dread. you don't want the night to end, and you want nothing more than to take him to bed, but the potential humiliation of having to sneak him in past your dad and all of his friends stops you.

he takes a step forward and closes the distance between you.

"why does it have to end?" he whispers, taking your hands again. "we don't need to go inside."

you cock your head, unsure of what he means. it's late november, and while the texas climate usually is nothing to complain about, your short dress won't warm your legs after the sun has set, and you're not too keen on getting arrested for indecent exposure either. not tonight, anyway.

a roar of laughter escapes from your house, and you can see your dad's silhouette in the window. next to him, Joel Miller takes a long sip of what's probably his eleventh beer of the night. you've seen him drink alone on his porch, you can't imagine how many units the awkward man goes through in a social situation.

Joel Miller... you look over to his house. his porch lights are on, but the rest of the house is dark. obviously, he's in your house. which means... his is empty...

an idea.

"we don't need to go inside... my house." you whisper back, meeting your date's hungry gaze. he lifts his eyebrows, intrigued, and you lead him away from your house, towards your neighbor's.

your neighbor used to have a cat. you know because you used to feed it. the first time your dad asked if you could pop over once a day while Miller was away you thought it was a joke, because grumpy Mr. Miller didn't strike you as a cat person. even after the cat was hit by Mrs. Adler's car last year he didn't seem like much of a cat person, burying it in his backyard without shedding as much as a tear.

knowing him, though, he still keeps his spare key in the same place.

and with a triumphant look to your date, you pull a key out from under his mat. "ka-ching," you wink. he looks around. "you sure?" he asks, swallowing harshly, as you swing the door open. instead of answering, you grab him by his shirt collar, and pull him inside.

Joel Miller's bedroom is cold, colder than you expected, the blue walls making it feel even colder, and taking off your clothes is not tempting. but given that your dress is already halfway over your head, you go for the skin-to-skin way of warming up instead.

the two of you quickly shimmy under Joel's covers, and a streak of excitement not coming from your date moves down your spine as you inhale the scent from the pillows, and for a brief second imagine what it would be like to share this bed with its owner instead.

while your date is in the bathroom, you let yourself float back into the unexpected fantasy that had hit you. you couldn't deny you hadn't thought about it before. Joel Miller was, for lack for a better word, a DILF. but given his status as your dad's best friend, and your 20 something year age gap, you'd never let yourself dwell on the though too much.

you bury your head in the pillows, inhaling the scent once again, and hear the floorboards creek. expecting it to be your date coming to slip silently back into bed with you, the deep grumble of your neighbor's voice makes you gasp.

“is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

you flip around, instinctively covering your chest with the blankets.

"mr. miller!" you squeak. "oh my god, miller, i'm so sorry, i--" you stutter as you try to come up with an excuse for the situation.

only a second passes before the toilet flushes, and Joel looks towards the bathroom, before looking back to you, brows raised. "and you have company?"

your date freezes in the doorway, hands shooting down to cover himself. "oh--" he begins, not sure how to continue.

Joel bends down to pick up the young man's shirt from the floor, tossing it at him. he catches it awkwardly, and quickly scrambles to pick up the rest of his clothes. you send him an apologetic look.

"you can go," Joel states, clearly to your date, but he's looking at you. "we'll talk once you're dressed." he throws your panties at you, and walks past the naked man into the hallway, shooting you another glance through the door before you hear him disappear downstairs.

after quickly apologizing to the guy who will surely be calling you "the worst date of his life" from now on, and sending him on his way (no numbers exchanged), you patter down the stairs, hoping Mr. Miller has somehow forgotten the whole thing.

he hasn't. he's sitting at the kitchen island with a beer. your eyes meet, and you look away quickly, not sure where to rest your gaze.

"want one?" Joel holds up his drink and nods towards the fridge.

"i should go, my dad--" you don't finish your sentence, as you turn to leave.

"wait." he calls after you. you stop, not turning around. "your dress."

you sigh. "thanks, it's vintage."

as you're about to keep walking, he calls again.

"it's tucked into your panties."

oh. my. god. oh my god. you quickly untuck it, throwing him a quick glance over your shoulder as you jog towards the door.

you can swear he was smirking.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 1

prompt: Spiders

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader 

summary: Frank is not a fan of spiders.

warnings: swearing, sickly sweet fluff, descriptions of bugs (most bugs do not bother me so I don't think its super graphic but I could see people with fears/issues w spiders being grossed out so I'll warn you. Please let me know if its too much!)

a/n: I was in a really bad slump this week where I had the energy and time to write but none of my serieses (is that the right plural lol) were sparking joy. So I started writing some little pieces for Matty and Frank and I'm very excited to share them!

w/c: <1k words

Manhattan contained a variety of urban pests that Frank never had a problem with. Squishing roaches and chasing off rats came naturally after a lifetime in the city, and Frank never batted an eye. Flies, leeches, mosquitoes, Frank didn't have a problem with any of the traditionally abhorred creatures--except for one. Spiders.  

Frank blamed his extensive time overseas for his…intense dislike of spiders. He didn’t particularly like them before Afghanistan, but regularly seeing arachnids that are half a foot long or venomous enough to put a linebacker in the ER? It’ll put them on your shit list real quick. 

So yah, Frank was not a fan of spiders. But he didn’t readily volunteer this information after realizing that most of the population—his compassionate girlfriend included—found it amusing when hulking, grown-ass men had issues with bugs. The first time he’d seen a spider at your apartment, the thing had chased him on top of the coffee table as he let out a string of curses—a scenario that had humored you to the point of tears. 

“It’s just a wolf spider, Frankie. It’s not gonna hurt ya.” You’d giggled, scooping the damn thing into a cup and letting it out a window. Serves him right for having a soft spot for kind women, he ended up with a godforsaken spider saver. 

Thankfully, you had enough love for your boyfriend that you tended to rescue said eight-legged things before he ever spotted them. (Though, now that he thought about it, that could be for their benefit rather than his.) Regardless, it meant that his distrust of spiders went pretty much unnoticed…until fall rolled around.

New York was palatable in most seasons, and Frank was more than used to extreme temperatures, which meant the weather wasn't the reason he hated autumn so much. It was the goddamn bugs. Every year, without fail, those spindly hellspawn would take shelter in his apartment the moment the climate shifted. This year was no different, with Frank having to chuck his boots and random household objects at the creatures as they scuttled across his floor in an effort to stop them from laying eggs in his walls. If he didn't know better, he'd think they were taunting him. Maybe he should start mounting their heads on toothpicks along his front door.

Grumpily plotting their annihilation, he drained the rest of his shitty coffee before shoving his mug across the dark wooden table. His aversion to spiders wasn't so great that it regularly added to his insomnia, but waking up to a spider crawling over his pillow had been enough to force him out of bed for the night. 

Pushing his aching body away from the dining room table, he shuffled blearily to the couch, crumbling into a horizontal position and turning on the tv. The mindless cable channel allowed his mind to enter a state of hibernation, laying there like a corpse as dawn came and went. A sudden knock jolted him out of his daze. 

“Frankie?” Letting yourself into his tidy apartment, you tutted in sympathy when you saw him slumped on the couch. ”Here, I brought coffee.“

”'re we doin' somethin' today?“ Frank rasped, gratefully accepting the offered paper cup and taking a swig. 

You giggled. “You asked me to come over at 3 am. You said you wanted me to, and I quote, 'bring poison for the squatters that keep crawling into bed with you.' Thankfully, I am fluent in exhausted Frank because that could have been very alarming to wake up to otherwise.” Perching on the cushion his torso was on, you set a bag of assorted items on the floor. Threading a hand into his hair, you studied the purple tinge under his eyes. “Did you sleep at all, sugar?”

Shaking his head, Frank let his eyes fall closed as you kneaded at his scalp. “Sorry I texted ya, I don't remember doin' that.”

“Not a problem, pumpkin. Sounds like you might need some back up if the squatters have been causing so much trouble.”

“Meant spiders.” He groaned, gesturing in the direction of his front door. “Damn things are buildin' an army in here.”

You chuckled. “How about you take a nap while I handle the spiders, hmm?” 

Nodding tiredly, Frank shifted into a more comfortable position and llet his head thunk against the armrest. 

Rolling your eyes, you poked his shoulder. “I meant in bed, tough guy.”

Pretending not to hear you, Frank simply flipped over. Smirking at your exasperated grumble, he settled in for a nap. Before nodding off, his heart swelled with affection as you threw a blanket over his body and slid a pillow under his head. “Sleep well, sugar.”

As he slept, you diligently scoured the place for creepy crawlies, capturing them in the plastic box you'd brought before releasing them into the wilderness--spraying the borders of his door and windows with diluted peppermint oil to prevent their reappearance. Brushing your hands together with satisfaction, you curled up against your broad-shouldered boyfriend for a well earned mid-morning nap. 

[bokutosmochi]

UNDENIABLY YOURS ♡ KOZUME KENMA

kozume kenma x gn!reader

"two orders of ice cream bites for kozume kenma and @nyaaaaanma please!"

ingredients? kenma did not approve of making your relationship public, but he wasn't going to deny you.

what's it? fluff

allergen warnings? a fan is rude to you for a short while

sugar level? 1k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? i think this is my first time writing a one shot/drabble for kenma and i found it really fun writing for him. this is also such a cute concept/plot, i hope you all enjoy it!

bon appetit!

"you know it's not like that. of course you're important to me, but they don't have to know every detail of my life." his voice was as calm as ever. this was the reason why you didn't get into arguments often; the both of you are able to keep calm and avoid saying things that you don't even mean. that doesn't mean arguments never happen though.

"people knowing we're together isn't every detail of your life though. it'd just be nice if your fans knew you're in a relationship so they would stop trying to get with you."

he stared at you blankly after that. "do you really think they would stop when they find out that i'm in a relationship? it doesn't even matter. i don't respond to their dms anyway."

you knew he had a point. knowing about people already being in relationships never stopped certain people from going after someone they yearned for. this happens especially to public figures who a wave of strangers sometimes treats like mere objects that solely exists for their entertainment. but still, was it so bad for kenma to let his viewers know that you were together? or that he was in a relationship?

sensing your unhappiness, your boyfriend stands up from where he was sat on the loveseat and grabbed his wallet, reaching for your hand. he knew just the thing to cheer you up; it was something you indulged in whenever you had a bad day, or an exceptionally good day where you thought you deserved a special treat. it was something that was always kept in your freezer for emergencies. it was something that you could count on as emotional support for whenever you needed it.

"c'mon, let's go get some ice cream."

you went into your shared bedroom to chance for a few minutes; you tried to dress as quick as possible, excited by the idea of ice cream before the two of you hailed a taxi cab to get to the nearest ice cream parlor.

the both of you said a quick thanks to the server who laid your paper bowls of ice cream in front of you, then began to dig in.

the parlor had a few limited edition flavors, brought on by valentine's season so that was what the both of you bought instead of your usual orders -- your favorite flavors. you couldn't help but taste a spoon or two of what the other had bought, curious about the taste of tiramiss-u and berry much in love.

you were indulging in the taste of kenma's before a stranger came up to your table. judging by his wide smile and equally wide, in-awe eyes, he was a fan of your boyfriend.

and you weren't wrong, "oh my god! are you kodzuken? i'm such a big fan of you. you really helped me out during the pandemic. i was sooo bored." he gushed out.

kenma made a face, somewhere between a grimace and a grin -- it was an awkward smile that he would unknowingly flash whenever he was uncomfortable, like how he was right now. he wasn't a people person, and it's clear that being a famous youtuber, unfortunately, did not change that. and because of how the fan took him by surprise, he wasn't able to gaslight the fan into thinking he wasn't kodzuken like he would do in most situations -- how he was able to convince his fans that he wasn't the public figure when his two toned hair was so recognizable, you did not know.

"thanks," he said through his teeth. "do you want an autograph or something?"

an autograph, right? that's usually what fans want. that's what they always ask for whenever they come up to me. the sooner i can give him one, the sooner i can get back on our date. you swore you could hear kenma's thoughts, being his partner for so long, you were bound to have an idea of how his intelligent mind works.

"sure!" the guy exclaimed, pulling out a notebook and a marker from his backpack. "at first i was thinking of ditching school, but i'm so glad i didn't!"

"don't ditch school. it's not as cool as movies make it seem." was all your boyfriend responded with while he signed his signature on the notebook. "here, have a nice day." it was an attempt to have the fan walk away from the table, kenma wanted nothing more than to converse with you again, but the teenage boy had other ideas.

"are you his partner?" he asked, pointing at you. it made you uncomfortable, to say the least. not only was there a finger shoved in your direction, but you also knew where your boyfriend stood when it came to making your relationship public -- he was against it.

much to your surprise though, he gently shoved the boy's hand down so it wouldn't be rudely pointed at you anymore and spoke "yeah they are and we're on a date, so please." he made it seem like he wanted the boy to leave you alone - and he did - but instead, he was the one to stand up, beckoning you to do the same and leave, bowls of half-melted ice cream in hand.

"i'm sorry about that, that was rude of him." he apologized to you before looking away in the other direction. "that's the reason why i didn't want to make our relationship public. people trying to treat me as an object because i'm famous and stuff is one thing, but it's a while 'nother thing when they do it to you."

you smiled softly to yourself, looping your arm around his and resting your head on his bicep, "i love you, ken."

you heard a small i love you too breathe from his lips before you realized something.

"if you didn't want to make our relationship public, then why did you tell the guy that we were dating?"

he stopped walking after that and looked at you plainly in the eyes as if he was about to state the obvious -- and in his point of view, he was about to. "well, i wasn't about to deny you or anything."

i get: reblog

you get: socks with sandals

[haleyhunwritess]

Hello :) I’ve read some of your stuff and like it a lot 💖

I got a question if you take requests? Is there a possibility you could write something about best friend!Bucky where he comforts reader after her breakup? Maybe something about later finding out about her ex cheating on her towards the end of the relationship and way later Bucky and reader recognizing feelings of each other? I could use some teeth rotting fluff right now (and maybe some mild smut-) 🥲

🤍 drabble for reader confessing their feelings for best friend!bucky

a/n: hi love, thank you!! yes i currently am requests for the celebration, this is the last week to send in requests for the 1k celebration btw! i still have my requests open after this week but i won't be able to reply as quick, i hope you enjoy reading this, i know its a bit different from what you wanted but i hope you still like it <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Stop fucking lying to me!" You exclaimed, throwing another one of Mike's shirts into his suitcase, "I don't want any more excuses, just take your shit and leave."

"Hey I pay the rent too, I'm not going anywhere!" He yelled, taking the suitcase away from you.

"Fine, I'll leave! I don't wanna spend another minute in this house anyways." You grabbed your purse and your car keys before walking out of the room, "I'll come get the rest of my stuff later."

You got into your car, before slamming the door shut. The second you closed the door, tears started flowing down your face. You can't believe he would do such a thing to you. You broke down in your car as you kept picturing them together. You caught him cheating on you with his co-worker. In your bedroom. While she was wearing your clothes.

You'd been away this week because of work, and you wanted to surprise your boyfriend by coming home. Instead he surprised you with another girl in your shared bedroom.

You hit the steering wheel with your fist in frustration while continuing to bawl your eyes out. Just then you noticed someone knocking on your window. You lowered the window, telling the person to go away, assuming it was Mike.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Are you okay?" You looked up at the sound of Bucky's voice. You quickly opened the car door and hugged him tightly. He quickly wrapped his arms around and quietly shushed you as began crying on his shoulder.

It took you a minute to calm down before you could tell him what had happened. You had to practically force him into your car after begging him not to go inside your house and beat up Mike. You begged him to just take you back to his place because you weren't ready to see Mike yet.

You decided to let him drive since you were in no condition to drive without crashing right now. The tears still hadn't stopped, even after he took you back to his place and helped you lie down on his bed. He told you to take a nap while he made something for you to eat.

Once Bucky left the room, you started to cry even harder. You wish you never even met Mike. You wish you were with Bucky instead. He would never treat you this way. He would never betray you like this. Most of all, he wouldn't let you go like Mike did.

You knew Bucky didn't feel the same way, however, so you decided to bury your feelings and try harder with Mike. You hoped that maybe one day you'd fall for Mike the way you did for Bucky but unfortunately that never happened. He chose another girl over you, and hell maybe you deserved it. Every time you were with Mike, you fantasized about Bucky. Every touch, every kiss from Mike, you wished it was Bucky instead.

Bucky heard you crying, and rushed in to comfort you. You continued to cry loudly in his arms as he tried to shush your cries. You looked up at him and mumbled, "This is all my fault."

You thought he wouldn't hear you but he did, "Petal, none of this is your fault, he's the one who decided to cheat, you didn't do anything."

You shook your head in response before mumbling, "It is my fault, I deserve this for thinking about you every time he touched me. Every time he kissed me, every time he held me, all I could think about was you. It is my fault, I deserve this. Especially because you don't feel the same way, and I get it, why would you?" You scoffed, pulling away from Bucky's arms.

He stayed quiet for a second before pulling you back into his arms and turning your face to look at him, "What did you just say?"

"N-nothing, I didn't say anything…Just forget about it…" You quickly realized what you had just said, and instantly started panicking. You had been so lost in your feelings, you didn't mean to say any of that. You didn't mean for him to find out.

"Don't slap me for doing this," He mumbled before pulling you in closer and brushing your lips against his. You froze for a second before starting to kiss him back.

You pulled away from the kiss, a bit confused at what just happened. He chuckled lightly at your reaction and pulled in again until you stopped him. For a second he started panicking, thinking he'd completely misread what you said. You did say you thought about him as well, right? The same way he thought about you, regardless of who he was with. You felt the same, right?

"You feel the same way I do?" You mumbled quietly, pulling him out of this thoughts.

Bucky nodded in response before taking your hand in his, "I do, I thought you wouldn't feel the same way because you love Mike…"

"I don't…" You confessed, quietly, "I never have. I was just with him because I thought I could forget about you."

Bucky's face fell as he heard the last bit of your confession. Did that mean you didn't want him anymore?

"But it never worked. I never stopped thinking about you but I didn't wanna say anything because our friendship means so much to me. I just knew you didn't feel the same way." You looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I feel the same way, sweetheart. You're all mine," He pulled you in for another kiss, pushing his soft lips against yours. You kissed him back, moaning slightly against his lips.

He was finally all yours, and you were his.

[ai-luni]

could I request a drabble or hc for hesh taking care of a sick or injured reader? ty :)

I'm here now

David "Hesh" Walker x Reader

A/N: Don't mind that I write drabled in a bullet point format, it's just so much easier. This is a bit short but i want to do a seperate hc for a sick reader because domestic Hesh>>>

Word Count: 1k

Warning: Canon-typical violence, minor angst

You were out on a mission, making your way to evac, weapons hot. You were closest to Logan taking cover. You kept a close eye on Keegan and Hesh across the room. You only had 2 minutes and one more room to clear. The mission successful, everyone was feeling good and no one had gotten injured… yet.

That was until you saw Keegan and Hesh make further progress ahead of you. Taking your chance, you covered Logan as he ran to the next piece of fallen furniture. You followed soon after but not quick enough.

A bullet shot onto your vest and into your right thigh, While not feeling the pain yet, you still stumbled in open fire. It caught everyone’s attention. 

“Kid, you okay?” You heard Keegan speak in his comms. In the blink of an eye, before you could even pull yourself together and answer, a large figure appeared in front of you then on the floor. 

“Y/N WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, TAKE COVER NOW!” It was Hesh’s voice yelling at you as you ran to cover beside Logan. You’d left your gun in the middle of the room, Logan firmly held you back from retrieving it. He held you there until you were notified to continue.

“Room’s clear. Logan - .” Hesh’s voice ran through your comms once more. You were confused, concerned. Hesh sounded off. The mission was almost over but he sounded more and more frustrated, “it’s too late to get a medical evac. Logan, carry them if you have to, just get 'em out of here.” 

Logan gave you a curt nod, waiting until you responded for him to continue towards the door. He would check behind him constantly to make sure you were close and still on your feet. Shots had since seized but you held a small dagger in your hand incase. 

The moment you entered the room, Hesh was by your side and holding you still. The dagger long forgotten on the floor now. 

“Dammit Logan! Their bleeding all over the place!” Hesh had raised his voice, Logan knew not to take it to heart. He’s dealt with a frustrated Hesh his whole life, called it ‘older brother syndrome’. But if Logan knew how to examine you the way Hesh did, he’d be just as concerned. 

Hesh knew you well, well enough to notice your steps growing more and more uncertain. When he pulled your balaclava up, your reactions were slower and less definite. Your eyes were lidded and pupils dilating and contracting, left eyelid twitching. Mouth dry and breathe getting shorter and shallower.

All of this was so subtle, subtle enough not even you were concerned. But he has watched your face under most situations - when you were happy, sad, filled with adrenaline, love, pleasure, sorrow, rage. So he took extra caution to keep you, listening to even the smallest red flags if he had to. 

His gloved hands were on your face, holding your head still by the jaw. Keeping you steady on your feet and pulling at your cheeks to check for any cuts. 

“Hesh, I’m fine. I can move and I can walk myself to a stupid helicopter. It’s just a bullet.” Your attention was focused on what you thought was the sound of a helicopter in the distance, so much so that you failed to notice the rippling blood down your suit and the horrified look on Hesh’s ghost painted face. 

“There's a knife in your shoulder.” 

You almost didn’t believe him for a second and just scoffed at him, shoulder jolting forward at the action. It was then you felt it. In the muscle just below your left collarbone.

At the sharpest pain you would ever feel in your life, you didn’t scream. Your eyes widened in horror as you looked down at the handle. 

From there you barely walked yourself at all. Hesh carried you with extra care onto the helicopter. He carried you with extra care off to seek medical attention. He sat as close as he could to you at all times, in the same room, outside the door. He only left once to wash and change but he was yet to gain an appetite large enough to pull him away from you. 

When he came back, he walked into the room they were keeping you to find you sat upright, topless with a strapped shoulder and thigh. You looked exhausted but so did he.  

“How are you feeling?” He asked cautiously. He moved slowly, vigilantly watching for any movement you would make. 

“Never better.” He let out a sigh of relief. You were still you. He sat next to your bed as close as he could, the two of you sharing a comfortable moment in silence. The past 24 hours being so hectic that pure quiet almost made you hold your breath. Breaking the silence you said, “So... that was scary huh?”

He let out a chuckle you could barely hear but saw it from the shrug of his shoulders. The light nature of the room changed as he began to shake his head, hung low and avoiding your gaze. 

“I should’ve been with yo-” 

“No.” You interrupted him and he leant back in his chair, shifting uncomfortably, narrowly missing your stare, “Hesh no. We’re not doing this.”

You reached your arm out to hold his chin, guiding him to finally meet your eyes. His eyes were glossed over and starting to spill.

“Are you?” you let out a defeated sigh, every bit of frustration built up from the whole cliche situation drained out of you, leaving only the love and adoration you held for this man standing strong, “Oh, sweet boy. Come here.”

He climbed onto your cot, head resting on your chest as you grazed your fingernails over the stubble of his buzzcut. He listened to your heartbeat - the reassurance that you were alive and with him - while allowing himself to drift into an almost conscious daze. 

“This is our job David. We both know it and we both know that completing the mission comes first. To promise to each that we’ll always be safe would be stupid. But I can promise you will always have my love and that will have to be enough.”

“I can’t lose you like my dad.” he sobbed. You only held him tighter.

“I know. But I’m here now.”

[insulanox]

Angst.

A/N: A little 1k-ish word drabble. One of their imagined fights, before Daniel was turned. I tried to write this as ambiguously as I could so one can imagine whichever Version of Armand and Daniel you prefer. (cw: drugs, harsh language) -

Armand felt warmth and humidity return to the air as he whipped through the night; receiving only a mild sense of relief. Close, he was close. How long had it been since he tested the quickness of his flight like this? Would it be quick enough? Quietly he cursed somewhere deep within himself for not keeping better track of time's passage. Just exactly how long had it been? 'Screw it. Just one more hit.' The thought he heard ignited a fear in Armand as he picked up the pace, going so fast now that his curls flattened against the wind. Damn him! How could he do this!?

Armand landed unceremoniously in the back alley, leaving cracks in the asphalt under his feet as he did so. In a flash, he kicked down the door of the abandoned building. The debris crashed inward into the dark; if it caused any casualties in the process, the vampire didn't know. There was only one person in this drug den he cared about. "Daniel!" He called out his name loudly, ignoring the dazed and confused faces of the mortal onlookers. Armand's own face wasn't the youngest they'd seen here... but he wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion. His strength certainly didn't match his slender frame. The tenaciousness he expressed were causing many to wonder if they were hallucinating him entirely. In the moment, the look of fear and determination he embodied resembled much more like a mother who lost her child in a shopping mall. "DANIEL!"

Finally, Armand placed him amongst the rest. Now at his side mere inches from his boy's face, he seized the opportunity to strike the hand of another mortal. This individual was in the process of offering Daniel heroin, by the looks of it. The blow from the vampire sent the needle, syringe, and drug soaring into oblivion where the remains rained down onto the floor in fragments. The stranger's hand gained several newly-shattered bones upon impact, not likely to ever be healed properly. One look from the vampire sent him scrambling away. Daniel was already alarmingly high. There was not enough heroin in the world, to get him where Armand's blood could anymore. Didn't he know that? "Foolish boy! Ah, What have you done!?" Armand took the utmost care to take a better look at him, and tried not to accidentally mangle him in the process. Daniel's pupils were the size of dimes, to Armand he was quite clumsy and mere traces away from a lethal overdose. Yes, it was heroin, alcohol ... traces of speed the vampire detected, also. "Quite the cocktail you've made yourself." Daniel had no strong reaction to seeing him, right away. He stared blankly the remaining junkies that were lucid enough to run away in horror. 'I wouldn't take a sip of you in this state for a king's ransom!' Armand was going on, and it took Daniel's brain a few moments to catch up... For it to register Armand was real this time. That Armand was speaking to him, and for the echoing and ringing in his ears to stop. 'What were you thinking, boy!' ... blah, blah, blah... 'Does seeing me this way make you happy!?' ... something, something... '...found you, in the nick of time!'... Time. Time? Oh, that was rich. That did it. Slowly, Daniel got to his feet. "Now, you show up..." "Daniel, please save it! Let me get you out of-" Armand was caught off guard as his beloved boy sobered up quick, with a sudden rush of adrenaline. Daniel grabbed Armand by the neck and pushed him up against the wall. "NOW you show up...! Merry fucking Christmas-- It's March you cunt!" For the moment, Armand didn't know what to say. How to react... Was he ever good at knowing what to say, when people in his life were displeased with him? For all his wisdom, he could only think to offer the words, "I'm here, now...!" The look on his boy's face immediately made him regret the words.

Armand tried again, "Daniel but of course I'm here! You wont believe the riches I've found! There's so much I must tell you -- I came back to the condo and found it abandoned, you weren't there! I've come to take you home to me! Forgive me! Clearly, I lost track of time." "You lost track of time? That's what you have to say? I'm not a vampire, Armand. You can't call it "losing track of time" when it's been months with no WORD." Daniel was clearly still furious, but he dropped his throat. "…Take me "home?" Where is home now exactly?" "It's the truth! Oh, don't be so angry! Did you not hear what I said?!"

Armand failed to see his own audacity and took Daniel's chin in his hand, gently turning his head in what felt like a deeply loving and intimate hold. The vampire scanned Daniel's face closely, turning it gently this way and that. He felt more emotions stir upon realizing it was dirty, it was bruised in certain places. Tell-tale signs his substance abuse and alcoholism had been out of control.

"…You haven't been sleeping in the condominium I purchased you…? Did I not leave you with enough funds? ...Why would you sleep on the street?" After a pause the Vampire lowered his eyelids, leering at his mortal lover with an expression that wasn't quite readable. "... Are you truly trying to punish me, Daniel?"

Armand was genuinely concerned, but his voice couldn't properly convey it. Daniel only heard a lecture, and accusations that were just salt on the wound. Condescendence. Manipulation. Daniel might have been high, but he didn't feel so. His tolerance now surpassed that of any mortal that walked the earth, thanks to Armand. He could tell his vampire was feigning a bit... pretending to discover his recent whereabouts only just now, by observing his face. Daniel wasn't having it, Armand did not discover him like this on happenstance. He would not pretend it. It was making him more angry. Daniel knew, that Armand knew, exactly how he had been living; how close he came to death this time. Daniel could not look at him, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. He couldn't decide which was worse... begging Armand to come back and to come fetch him, or performing this little summoning ritual. It was always one of the two when Armand forgot about him, when he got lost in whatever fantastic adventures only a vampire could have. Doing God knows what, with whoever. A dance with death would summon his devil to his side, and if it didn't? Well, who cares. "It's your house, not mine. Money wasn't the problem."

Daniel pushed him off knowing Armand only wanted to touch his face, and gathered himself to leave. All the while knowing he would be followed, of course. Armand was relieved that he seemed to be walking in the direction of their last familiar dwelling, but he could see his boy was still angry. All was not well, nothing was forgiven.

"…You should know what it does to me when you leave…"

Daniel's voice was flat, his hands were shoved deep into his jacket pockets. It bothered him to be the one to break the silence, first. Another mistake! Armand cursed to himself, "Oh, my beautiful boy. I wasn't exactly in a place telephones or fax machines were present, but..."

Armand kept trying, offering him alluring smiles and gentle laughter. A little joke. Brown doe eyes looked at him with the deepest affection, in hopes that his words were reaching him. Perhaps a part of Armand wondered which Daniel missed the most, himself or his blood? The truth was he was afraid of the answer. He knew better than to break his own heart, and ask Daniel such a question, when he was like this. Or perhaps a part of him wanted to believe he and his blood were one in the same and it made no difference. Either way, he could never let his thoughts dwell there.

"You have the right to be angry with me... Let me make things right between us? Please talk to me. I'll make it up to you! Dear heavens, don't you understand by now? How shamelessly and utterly I adore you, so? Do you not know all that you mean to me, boy? Have I not told you? Then let me do it! If I have already, then let me do it again! But of course, I'll always come back--" "No Armand. I don't know that." Daniel said the last words through clenched teeth, cutting him off he stopped in his tracks to face his devil.

"Why should you come back? At the end of the day, I'm just a human. So what if it's four months, four years, or four decades? I'm expiring eventually, right? You won't turn me. ...So that's it! This is just going to be my life, isn't it? Waiting for you to come back, until one day... you just don't."

The silence between them cut a chord in both their hearts. Daniel opted to tear himself away, continuing on his path to the main street. He called a taxi, electing to ride by himself to the beachfront condominium they once shared.

The truth was this. Armand would give his boy anything in the world... but the one thing he wanted most. It was getting worse, this pattern they had each fallen into. Daniel didn't have to say the words out loud, but Armand could hear the thought. 'Don't you dare. Don't you DARE say you'd do anything to make it up to me, when you know you wont.'

[sweetestlamb]

I Still Get Jealous

Summary: Gang-tae comes to terms with his feelings for Mun-yeong and acknowledges that feeling he tries so hard to suppress, jealousy. 

Author's notes: Just a little jealous GT drabble that popped in my head that become something longer, I've been very busy with real life so writing has been difficult. Hope you enjoy, it's not too deep just a cute little story about an adorable jealous boy lol.

Turning in the bed, he pounds at the pillow supporting his head remembering his talk with Mun-yeong, even mentally and privately he couldn't admit that the possessive anger betrayed feeling that churned in his stomach was....jealousy.

Why would he be jealous? He didn't own her and they weren't anything. Just housemates, he was merely someone she knew. But hearing that dismissive title leave her mouth in front of someone that was visibly interested in her made him..uneasy. If a little protective. That was a much better word, he cared for Mun-yeong so it was natural to be protective of her, it had nothing to do with his potential feelings for her. Those didn't exist. At all.

He would act the same way with anyone, if an unknown man was trying to harass Ju-Ri, he would do the same because she was an acquaintance that he cared about.

That's all it was.

With a resolute nod, he turns once more finding a comfortable position before drifting off to sleep.

Meet me at the pizza shop.

He stares at Jae-su's message, as he walks through the hospital doors, hopping into the car and driving off to the pizza shop.

Walking through those doors with a smile, he searches for his best friend only to feel cold chill roll through his body at the sight before him.

She had informed him this morning that she'd be out, demanding that he meet her for lunch but he had declined, brushing her off. It was easier that way, he was still wrestling to get his wayward emotions under control.

But he feels the ropes loosening as he watches her smile that enigmatic smile across the table, glossy hair lightly brushing her creamy collar. She looked beautiful in a short green summer dress, her bare legs peeking out from the table.

Across from her sat a man he's never seen before, tall with thick brown hair dressed in a pressed navy suit. Outlandish in the casual setting of the shop, they both looked too expensive for the space.

The man leaned closer to her, stretching himself across the table although the shop was quiet and it was hardly a struggle to converse easily. His jaw tightened as those hands stopped mere inches away from Mun-yeong's which were folded primly on the table.

She smiled at his words, head tilting slightly showcasing her beautiful neck line. He could only imagine those hungry eyes devouring her and it made him feel.... protective.

Was this another fan that she was forced to entertain because of Sang-in's incompetence? Did she need him to save her? How long had they been sitting there?

"There you are! I thought you weren't coming." Jae-su claps a hand on his shoulder forcing his eyes away from the table. He turns around trying to exude nonchalance, forcing himself not to look over.

"Why are you just standing there with that sour face? Let's get you some pizza!" Pulling him to a table that perfectly aligned with hers, before Jae-su was blocking his view. His friend already has the pizza on the table, warm and delicious and he begins to feed Gang-tae spewing out complaints of how Gang-tae had abandoned him and he should be his number one.

He chews at the pizza thoughtlessly, Jae-su's voice droning away in the background, nothing more than white noise, eyes locked on Mun-yeong and her companion.

They are chatting animatedly, all hands and smiles, before the stranger glances down at his watch and looks back up. He begins to collect their garbage, before offering a hand to her. She lets herself be pulled up and that hand slides into a subtle grasp on her waist. He waits for her to push the hand away.

That moment never arrives, instead they leave the shop as his eyes pierce into the side of her face.

Dashing out of the chair, he hastily chases after them with a loud goodbye to Jae-su who sputters after him, whine in his voice as he actually abandons him the very thing he had been complaining about.

Bursting outside he whips his head around searching for that familiar figure, before finally landing on her. The man chats as he escorts her to his car, racing forward he runs around the lot so he can accidentally run into them, just to make sure Mun-yeong is not being coerced.

Mun-yeong sees him almost immediately and his heart soars as he waits for the blinding smile he'll receive. Waits for her to pull away from that unwanted touch and run over and cling to him as she often does, linking arms despite his protests.

Instead she she looks away as if their eyes never met, as if he's the stranger and not this man invading her personal space. Anger burns his sensibilities away and with a glare he stomps over, blocking their path.

"Mun-yeong, is that you?" He calls out, refusing to let her ignore him although he doesn't know why her doing so makes him so infuriated. It's just rude, that's all he tries to convince himself.

The man answers for her, "Ah you must be a fan. I'm sorry, we're in a bit of a rush right now. She can't take any photos." His blood boils at the gall of this asshole, a fan?

Ignoring him he stares at Mun-yeong, taking in her passive gaze and that hand so boldly settled on her hip.

"Do you need a ride? I drive our car here." He doesn't know what possesses him to say that, our, such a small word but the implications it carries are massive.

Shifting uncomfortably the man turns to look at her, "Mun-yeong ah do you know this man?"

"Yes we live together." He answers, satisfied with the grimace that runs across the man's face.

"He's a housemate, his older brother also lives there. He's my illustrator and he-" she juts a thumb in his direction, "is his caretaker. They were a packaged deal."

His heart thuds at those words that wedge an unimaginable distance between them, limiting their roles in each other's lives. He blisters at her callousness, at times he was her destiny and they were a set but now he was simply a housemate.

The sound of a phone ringing breaks the uncomfortable silence, with an apologetic glance the man answers his phone. It becomes clear that he's being called away, trying to contain his glee he stares at the ground, smile itching to come out.

"Mun-yeong ah I'm being called on business, so we'll have to cut this date short."

He bristles at the word date, jaw clenched so tight he fears lockjaw.

"But I'll call you and we can keep discussing what you mentioned earlier. It was brilliant seeing you, you're as gorgeous as the day I first met you. I'll drop you of--"

"No. I can drop her off."

The man jolts as if he'd forgotten he was there. Pompous imbecile.

Their eyes narrow as they both stare the other down. Mun-yeong's cough pulls them away from each other before she finally speaks, "As much as I'm enjoying this dick measuring contest, I don't intend to stand here all day."

With a furious blush, he jumps at her words, turning away wholly ashamed of himself.

"Joo-young oppa, thank you for the meal. Thank you for meeting me. Drive safely."

He watches in horror as she's pulled into a hug, her arms remain at her side but his larger frame almost swallows her entirely, gently squeezing her into him before he releases her.

With a smug look and a cheesy smile, he finally leaves and Gang-tae can breathe easily once more.

She walks away, striding to the car not parked too far from where they're standing. He rouses himself from his anger and trails after her.

Once they are safely buckled up and driving he sneaks glances over at her, but her eyes are peering outside the window oblivious to his turmoil.

He coughs loudly but that doesn't garner her attention. He clears his throat, but still nothing. Finally he snaps, "So who was that? He seemed very familiar with you." He can't tamper the bite in his voice, emotions far too close to the surface.

Those piercing eyes land on him, penetrating into his soul, curiously fills them to the brim. With a rye smile she speaks, "An old friend."

He waits to see if she will continue, but that's all she deigns him worthy of knowing.

Protectiveness pushes him on, "Why were you having lunch with him?

"Why do you care? I asked you to meet me, you didn't answer. So I ate with someone else, is that a crime?"

He knows he's behaving irrationally, he has no right to question her or get this riled up because she was dining with someone else but his heart doesn't want to hear reason. He just wants to lash out.

"What about his hand on your hip? How many men are you letting hold you? Are you two meant to be as well?"

He can't stop pushing, so furious with her for being on a date, for making his heart ache this way, for smiling at someone else and allowing them to touch her, was this thing between them just another one of her games?

He pulls up to the castle, parking the car with a deep sigh.

Unbuckling her seat belt she opens the door, pausing for a moment to stare at him, "Are you.... jealous?" Something soft flashes in her eyes, a glint of hope before a familiar smirk slides across her face.

It raises his hackles and defensively he cries, "No! Why would I be jealous? I don't care who you talk to!"

With those vicious words he rips the warmth from her eyes leaving behind cold lifeless pools of darkness. Those eyes that haunted him when they were kids.

"You're such a coward. Get out of my sight before you piss me off more." She opens the car door slamming it close in a thunderous bang. He watches her storm away from him with his heart in his throat.

He yearns to follow her, to finally actualize those feelings that percolate when she's in his presence. However fear renders him motionless.

He drives back to work with a frown etched on his handsome face. Absently nodding in apology when he's reprimanded for his tardiness. Head heavy with thoughts of her.

Nothing comes of their disagreement, Mun-yeong is tight lipped about exactly who that man was and he lets his feelings fester, pushing them down until they are buried deep beneath the surface.

He learns from Sang-in after accosting politely asking him about Joo-young Oppa that they are old friends, business friend and one of Mun-yeong's biggest investors. He'd exploded at the manager when he admitted that he's insisted that Mun-yeong meet with him because he knew the man had a crush on her. She would be able to secure his investment into her newest book.

How dare he use Mun-yeong like that? She wasn't a bargaining chip. Damn incompetent idiot.

Jae-su invites him out for drinks and he agrees after a moment's hesitation. He hasn't seen much of Mun-yeong lately and he'd been planning on talking to her, try to move past this awkwardness that still plagued their interactions. In all actuality, she seemed to be fine and was as assertive and distracting as usual, but he couldn't help picking at her, lashing out when she claimed he was what she wanted. Rejecting her love.

But thoughts of her with that man made his skin crawl and his fist tighten.

What he needed was a night of drunken disregard to firmly push those emotions down.

As if the universe is conspiring against him, he's greeted by a horrifying sight. Jae-su laughing at the table, guffawing as he slams back a shot of soju. Across the table Ju-ri giggles cheeks already flushed red and her eyes glossy. But it's the dark figure beside that renders him speechless, Mun-yeong looks at them at them from the corner of her eye, exasperation rolling off her in waves.

Since when were they all friends, close enough to go drinking together? From his knowledge Mun-yeong didn't particularly like either of them, calling Jae-su an idiot most of time and declaring Ju-ri as a two faced bitch.

Yet, there they were laughing and drinking, Mun-yeong picked up her glass with dainty hands pouring the liquor down her throat in a fluid motion.

"Oh Moon Gang-tae!! What are you doing? Come sit down we started without you." Jae-su waves him over, flailing in his seat as he gestures to the empty chair beside him.

His eyes flutter over to Mun-yeong sidetracking Ju-ri's wide eyes and her welcoming wave, she looked surprised to see him-had this not been planned?- and with a small mysterious grin she turns back to her drink.

Sliding into the empty chair he quietly greets everyone accepting the glass that Jae-su eagerly presses into his hand.

Needing it now more than ever, slamming it back then hissing at the burn that erupts in its wake.

Biting the bullet he turns to his friend, "I didn't know you invited anyone else..." He glances over at the girls, who are both too focused on eating to hear his comment.

Jae-su nods before replying, "I ran into Ju-ri and then Mun-yeong text her saying she was bored so we invited her to come with us. She's...not so bad."

He stares at him blankly, all of the rants and warnings playing back through his head.

"Yeah, yeah. I know what I said. But she's okay when she's not stabbing my best friend. Plus she's paying for everything, so I think she's great!"

Mun-yeong perks up at the last of the sentence watching them suspiciously and Jae-su shoots her a blinding grin and a thumbs up, "Cheers to Mun-yeong for paying!"

Ju-ri surges up drunkenly shouting a little too loudly, "To Mun-yeong ah!"

She glares at them both snidely replying, "I didn't think you'd order so much you damn mooches. Last time I try to do something nice."

But he can read her like a book, she's having fun, the relaxed lines of her body curving into the chair.

He can't help his answering grin.

"Well I better order something too before your graciousness warns out."

"Aish! You little...!"

They are melt into comfortable conversations, discussing their days and swallowing shot after shot until endless bottles litter the table's surface.

When he pours the last drop of soju, he watches Jae-su waving someone over. It has to be the waitress.

A new voice enters the fray, decidedly male voice, the timber low and flirtatious. Despite Jae-su's outstretched hand the waiter makes a clear bee line for Mun-yeong. Focusing all his attention on her, eyes trailing down her neck before settling on her face.

"What can I get for you?" His tone is far too suggestive for such an Innocuous question.

Mun-yeong bites her lip thoughtfully and he watches as the waiter's eyes fixate on her mouth.

He coughs loudly, answering with a frown "We need more soju. And I want noodles."

Without breaking his intense gaze on Mun-yeong he nods at Gang-tae, "If you need anything else, anything at all. Let me know. " He stresses the words before stalking off with a smile.

He glares at the retreating figure, unaware of the Jae-su's knowing gaze at his clenched jaw.

It takes all of his willpower not to shout in frustration when the waiter turns around, making his way back over to their table.

"I don't mean to bother but could I ask your name? I can't keep calling you gorgeous customer in my head." Once again his eyes are unwavering as they latch on Mun-yeong as though she is the only occupant of the table.

His anger flares up, who was this punk and why was he so unprofessional? He didn't need to get a customer's name to serve them and why did he only want Mun-yeong's name? Gorgeous customer? He shouldn't be thinking of her at all! His only job was to get their food not flirt with his.....

His what?

What was she to him? He was the very one who'd been adamant that were nothing. So what was wrong with him? Why did he want to leap across the table and punch the waiter in his smug mouth?

"Gorgeous huh? Do you flatter all your customers like this or am I special?" He bristles at the playfulness in her voice, glaring at the small coy smile on her lips.

"You're special. I've never seen anyone like you."

Gang-tae's knuckles burn from his punishing grip on the chair.

"And you probably never will. What will I get if I give you my name?"

Ju-ri admonishes at her question, lightly shoving at her shoulder as her eyes dart over to him. He grips his chopsticks in his hand, tempted to stab the man in front of him. 

Mun-yeong shrugs, staring up from under her dark long lashes.

"Anything you want."

She licks her lips in response and he can't take anymore, his frustration erupts like a dormant volcano, pushing his chair back in a loud screech he ignores Jae-su's calls as he stomps to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on his hot face and taking deep breaths to combat the rapid beat of his heart.

When he eventually makes his way back, Mun-yeong is the only one at the table. Aimlessly scrolling on her phone, when he sits down she looks up. That same infuriating smirk on her face.

"Are you done with your jealous tantrum?"

"I'm not jealous! I just needed to use the bathro--"

She cuts him off with a dismissive wave of her hand, "Save the lies. Chicken boy left and took the two faced bitch. I already paid the bill so we can go."

He follows after her as she leaves the restaurant the clicks of her heels deafening in his ear drums.

"Good night Mun-yeong ah, please come back very soon." She winks at the waiter before striding out the door.

He makes a mental note to never return to this restaurant. Glaring at the waiter, accidentally knocking his shoulder as he passes him to the door.

The drive home is tense, both quietly staring out the window. Surprisingly he's the first to break the thick silence.

"Why did you flirt with him?" Anxiety fills his heart as he glances at her from the corner of his eye.

Those eyes fill his vision again, "Why wouldn't I?"

He grips the steering wheel tighter, no rebuttal.

She staggers to her room on wobbly legs, waving good night over her shoulder.

Sleep doesn't find him easily.

There are men everywhere, approaching her at all times, while they're on line waiting for their coffee order, as they walk down the street, even at the hospital, there is no escape from the men who want to sweep her off her feet. All looking at her with hunger eyes and beckoning grins.

He doesn't know if this was always the norm, if men were always bombarding her and he simply never noticed but now he's hyper aware of every instance. His teeth hurt from how much he's been clenching his jaw.

And she doesn't do anything to deter them, none of her usual prickliness or abrasiveness, no threats or assaults. Instead she smiles mysteriously, dancing out of their reach but never outright shutting down the flirtations. It's driving him crazy.

She was still adamant that they were destined, sending him teasing smiles when they were alone, constantly asking him, "Are you jealous?"

He denied her at very turn, rejecting that there was anything more to their relationship and loudly denouncing his supposed jealous.

Admitting it would be too real. Too vulnerable.

In a turn of fate that nobody would predict it's Cha-young who wakes him from his willful oblivion.

He's changing in the locker room when he overhears the lazy nurse on his cellphone, he's supposed to be searching the patients beds for dangerous contraband and Gang-tae stalks over to reprimand him. Irritated already, as he'd seen one of the hospitals donors chatting up Mun-yeong.

He'd stormed off and ended up here in his fit.

"You're supposed to be--"

Cha-young's frustrated yell cuts him off, "What do you mean why am I upset? You were flirting right in front of me!"

He stops short, air vacuumed from his lungs as he molds himself into the wall, eavesdropping.

"But you didn't tell him you had a boyfriend. That's all you had to say and he would have stopped."

He watches him pace around the room, arms flailing as he shouts into the phone, "Well you are! We've been going on all these dates, you know I like you! It drove me crazy to see you with him."

"Yes! Okay, I was jealous. How could I not be? I thought you only acted like that with me. I want to make this official."

Then in a much softer tone, almost a whisper, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?..."

The victorious pump and whoop that he lets out makes the answer on the other line more than apparent.

"Good so now we belong to each other. No more smiles, you have a boyfriend. No, it's fine I can talk, I'm just at work I'm not busy."

In a daze, he leaves the room. Leaving him to his phone call, avoiding the nurses in the hallway who are inquiring about Cha-young's whereabouts. He has a lot to think about.

He doesn't get an abundance of time to ponder what he overheard before he turns a corner and sees Mun-yeong and the wealthy donor. The man in question, smiling and pressing into her space.

Instinctively he walks over catching their conversation, "You're even more beautiful in person. When the director told me you'd be here I thought he was bluffing. What would a best-selling author want with a psychiatric hospital but here you are, as selfless as you are gorgeous."

Gang-tae saddles up to Mun-yeong, shoulder to shoulder, internally smirking at the look of confusion that mars the man's face as he unexpectedly joins them.

"Yes?... Can I help you? We're having a private conversation." The donor looks at him in annoyance, reaching out to grab Mun-yeong's arm.

And he doesn't know what comes over him, but he's been suppressing himself for weeks now, swallowing his anger and frustration and...hurt. And it all comes crashing out as he watches yet another man encroach on his... Mun-yeong.

"Actually I do mind, you don't need to have private conversations with hospital staff. " He slaps the land away, prepared to fight now.

He scoffs at Gang-tae rolling his eyes, rubbing his hand, "How is this any of your business, huh? What are you two together?" He says the word like it's impossible, unfathomable that a mere caretaker would get someone like Mun-yeong.

But confidence swells in his chest. She wants him, has been vocal about their destiny despite suitors pouring in from all directions.

We're a set, a bomb and its safety pin.

He finally stops deceiving himself, stops suppressing his emotions and says what he knows to be true. The one thing he's been running from.

"Yes. We're together."

He hears the small gasp fall from her lips, in his peripheral he sees her head whip around to face him.

That smug smile falters minutely on the man's face but he regains his composure spitefully biting out, "You? With her? Why would she want a caretaker? You aren't on her level."

Ugly shame festers in his bone, he knows the picture they make when they're together. She is so far out of his reach it's laughable, he has nothing to offer her. Penniless and barely cognizant of his own emotions with too much baggage for one person.

She steps in front of him, shielding him with her slighter body, her voice cold and chilling, "Watch your tongue before I remove it. He doesn't need to overcompensate for anything. His face alone is worth more than anything you've have to offer."

He blushes at her words, shuffling behind her stupidly smiling at the man stands baffled and sputtering.

"Excuse me!"

"You heard him, we're together. So stop pestering me already." Grabbing his hand Mun-yeong struts off, never taking a second look back, but he does and in a childish move he sticks out his tongue, grinning at the searing glare he receives. The donor’s face angry red as he fumes behind them. 

"Gosh took you long enough." Mun-yeong sighs pulling him to a bench outside, dragging him down to sit with her.

He stares wordlessly at her. She's so gorgeous, all smooth skin and plush lips.

"How long did you know?"

"Since the beginning, you hide your emotions very good. But not jealousy, that one was obvious."

He sighs hiding his face, burning scarlet cheeks.

She pries his face away, smiling sweetly at him, "Did you mean it?"

Without a doubt he knows that is hope in her voice, the seeds of hope planting themselves in her skin as she looks steadfast at him, demanding his honesty.

He couldn't fight this if he wanted to.

"Yes. I meant it. You're mine and I'm yours, it's just like you said we're a set."

Her radiant smile eclipses the sun in the sky.

Suddenly she jolts up breaking their hold, starting to race off, but he grabs her wrists holding her in place, "Wait where are you going?"

"To tell everyone, everyone needs to know that you're mine. I saw one of the new nurses looking at you. I need to tell her you're off limits and Ju-ri and I are better but I still see her looking at you, I'll just remind her."

Catching him off guard she slips into his lap, pressing a hard kiss to his lips, short circuiting his brain functions.

Caressing his cheeks she smirks at him, wiping at her lipstick now branding his mouth, "Mine."

Warmth blossoms throughout his body and his arms tighten on her waist.

Mine.

[mirahuyooo]

Studio Dates | myg

Studio Dates

— Nothing beats spending the late hours in your boyfriend's studio. 

Word Count: 857

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Content/s: FLUFF, established relationship, studio date (duh), MiN YOONGI—affectionate and sOFT Min Yoongi, some wholesome feels, suggestive themes (GASSPPP such sin), it's implied that you have a hand kink (we all do) but Yoongi doesn't question it (LmAO)

[masterlist] 

A/N: this has been in the drafts for a whileee I haven’t been able to do a lot of writing so here’s all I have (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

ALSO, am i going to be stubborn and consider that anything under 1k words is a drabble when it's supposed to be called flash-fiction and drabbles are specifically 100 words only??? Yes :DDDD enJOY BOYFRIEND YOONGI!! (this is me and my random 3 AM thoughts admiring Yoongi's hands stfu)

In silence, you sit with your boyfriend in his studio, the both of you doing idle work and simply basking in each other's presence. Most days were spent like this, and neither of you mind. 

There's a comfort, really, in knowing that the other was there. It was this way that you get to spend time with him without feeling like a burden for taking too much of his work time. Yoongi finds the same sentiments in being able to spend time and not feeling like his work is tearing his relationship apart. Fueled by this comfort, you both also tend to have more motivation to get more done (sometimes—other times not really. You both can get very distracting to one another)

And so, here you were, flipping through a textbook and sending information back and forth with your groupmate for an upcoming project. All the while, Yoongi does his magic on his desk not far from you, a faint melody coming from his headphones. 

On the table before you was a mug you had abandoned at some point, the tea inside having gone cold. This meant that it's been quite some time after the little snack break you had, and considering the fact that your boyfriend had refused your gracious offer to munch on a sandwich with you then, you knew well Yoongi was working on an empty stomach by now. On his desk, he even cradles a similar mug to yours with probably similarly cold tea in it. 

You send one last text to your classmate, telling her to let you know about her findings and that you were going to eat dinner now. With your phone no longer of use, you set it down to stand up and stretch, a groan leaving your lips as you did so. 

It doesn't take much to go over Yoongi's swiveling chair and rest both hands on his shoulders. You lightly pull him away, and your boyfriend readily takes this as a signal to take the headphones off and turn his attention to you. 

"Food break," you simply tell him, before glancing at the clock. “It’s around dinner time now actually.” 

Yoongi nods, hand lightly tugging you down by the loop of your jeans to settle on his lap as the other reaches for his phone. "Do you want to order in or should we go out?" he asks, voice a little hoarse from being unused for the past few hours. 

A light huff escapes your lips—a product of all the hours your project drained out of you. you ease back into your boyfriend, not at all having any plans to leave the particular seat you were given. "In," you reply, now quite comfortable.

Yoongi is quick to pull up a food delivery app, scrolling through options. "What do you want?" he asks as his other hand snakes over your tummy.

You could very well fall asleep in your place—if his touch wasn't making you feel giddy tingles in the first place. "I'm craving something Italian," you managed to say, head filling with the soft memories of your previous dinner date at home. "Something like the pasta you made last week."

Behind you, Yoongi smiles, replying only with a hum and leaving you to your own devices as he complies.

You take the time to relish in the sensation of being in Yoongi's arms. Your head rested back onto his shoulder as his frame embraces you from behind, your body fitting right into his. In his hand was his phone while the other fell prey to your clutches. 

You look at every detail of his hand—the veins that laid across his skin, the shape of the fingers you knew very well, the palm that conquered yours—and you come to a shameless conclusion. "Your hands are so pretty, Yoongi," you tell him, voice soft and dazed. "I don't know if I want to hold it or suck it."

A second or two passes, him processing the words you just uttered into existence, but you soon feel him chuckle behind you. A lingering kiss was placed on your temple, your boyfriend not asking any further questions. "You can always do both, jagi," he nonchalantly concedes, unbothered as his hot breath fans your skin and sends shivers down your spine. 

"I like the sound of that," you muse, earning yourself a half-hearted scoff. There's a giddy grin of mischief that seizes your smile, but you neither hold nor suck his hand. Instead, you bring it to your lips and plant a soft kiss on the back, hugging the arm close to your chest. 

You were in no rush to worry about what to do with his hands or him. He is yours, after all. 

Finally finishing the order details, your boyfriend sets his phone down and wraps the once occupied arm around your middle. You were now effectively being snuggled. "Food will be here in 30," he tells you with a kiss to the cheek, earning a grumble from your stomach. In spite of the hungry protest, however, you and Yoongi chuckle. 

Aah yes, you wouldn't change this for the world. 

[missmonsters2]

I'm proud for both of us for getting through such a bad day! thankfully rain didn't ruin our coffee date and it actually took my mind off (both our minds since my friend had a horrible day too - I swear idk what it is about today). definitely a lesson to learn with my invisaligns and I'm going to be triple checking all the time now!

I would actually live a drabble (w Nat since I have a soft spot for her)! you're so sweet and amazing for suggesting it!! it could be anything you want (I would read literally anything from you because everything you write is pure gold).

message of the day is that we got through it today, we got it for tomorrow!! 💪

Yesterday was something else LOL today was even worse I will not lie LMFAO

Alright bestie, let's do a soft Nat drabble 🥺

I've chosen the prompt "What's one little kiss between friends?" set in a College AU.

What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

i: underneath the bleachers

Count: <1k

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"Where's Natasha?"

You look around the canteen to find the redhead missing. It was unlike her with today being tater tot day. You don't understand her obsession with the fried cylinder potato, but it makes the redhead happy, and who are you to say anything about that?

"Hm, I don't know. I didn't see her after having cognitive psych with her. She told me to go on without her because she got stopped outside of class by...fuck, what's his name again? That dude she's seeing." Bucky said after he swallowed his food and looked around.

You frowned.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with who Natasha was seeing. She was a very popular girl on campus. Everyone wants to date the student council president, captain of the volleyball team, GPA of 3.9, and heiress to the Romanoff conglomerate.

But to you? She was just Natasha Romanoff, the girl you met when you were 15 and insisted on being your friend when your first words to her were, 'Fuck off.'

As you scanned the crowd, you noticed 'said dude' Natasha was dating sitting with his friends, laughing and getting claps on his back.

You sighed as you packed up your things. You wouldn't necessarily say you had a sixth sense of always knowing what was going on with Natasha, but your gut feelings about her were usually always right.

"Where you going?" Bucky asked

"To find Nat."

"She's not answering her phone. She could literally be anywhere on campus," Bucky crinkled his nose.

"I know where she is," you tell Bucky, snapping your bag close.

"What? How?"

"I just do!" You told him as you walked off with a wave.

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Your gut feeling leads you to the football field. Since it was winter, the field was often empty except for a couple of people here and there spread out through the bleachers.

You found Natasha Romanoff under the bleacher, hidden from the world, and everyone else was none the wiser.

You sat down next to her silently, only letting her ignore you for five seconds before you bumped her shoulder with yours.

"How'd you find me?" She gruffed with a frown.

"Find My Friends App," you offer lamely, knowing full well Natasha doesn't have hers on.

"Technology has ruined the modern world," Natasha muttered before she sighed and slouched against your shoulder.

"What's wrong, Nat?" You asked her softly.

Natasha stayed silent for a moment as if debating to tell you, but when she felt you brush your pinky against hers.

"I'm just tired," Natasha sighs.

"Tired?" You repeated with a tilt of your head.

Natasha stares out into the hills that obscure her. "It's stupid, but I guess I just feel envious of others. Other people don't have to worry about if the person they're seeing really likes them for them. They don't have to worry if their kisses and other physical intimacies will be spread around like it's some award to be won."

You frowned because you immediately knew the guy Natasha was seeing had done just that, and that was why he was getting accolades earlier.

You wonder if you should trip him the next time you see him.

"It's dramatic, but I'm starting to feel like loving someone, even just having someone kiss me because I'm me—not the idea of me is something I won't get to have."

No, you'll trip him and then spit on him. It's only justice.

You're so lost in your own thoughts when Natasha starts to shuffle, starting to get up.

"C'mon, some of the classes are about to be let out and people are going to start passing by. We should head back," Natasha said, brushing off what she had just admitted to you.

You immediately pull Natasha back down, getting a yelp from her. It kind of reminds you of the days of high school when you skipped together and huddled in alleyways to avoid being caught.

"What are you—" Natasha started to say but was swiftly cut off by your lips against hers.

The kiss was chaste and quick, but Natasha could taste your chapstick and wondered if you could taste hers. The kiss was so warm that it made her toes curl and her fingers flex.

When you pulled back, you licked your lips as you said, "There. I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice since I never liked the idea of you, anyway. So, stop being all mopey and come to the canteen with me, okay?"

Natasha felt displaced as you helped her up and grabbed her hand to pull her along. How could you just kiss her and move on?

"Oh, uh, you taste like raspberry."

What the fuck was she saying.

You shrug. "Yeah, I stole your chapstick last week."

That brings Natasha out of it as she huffed at you. "Fucking—I was looking for that! I had to open the blueberry one and it's not as good."

You merely laughed, but Natasha was still nervous.

"Thank you," Natasha finally said, and you peer at her for a long moment.

It was rare to catch Natasha so awkward.

"No worries. What's one little kiss between friends?"

Part 2

[tipsydipsydo]

➳ the shower

➳ "keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here!"

➳ "it'd be better if they watched"

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: ~1k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Petnames; verbal Degradation; Mentions of Daddy! Kink; Dom-Sub-Dynamic (Top! & Dom! Reader x Bottom! & Sub! Jungkook) ; anal Fingering; Mentions of Exhibitionism-Kink; Teasing; Anal Sex; Mentions of unprotected Sex; In conclusion: Jungkook is a vocal brat

A/N: I know, I know... Pride Month is almost a month over but I had a writersblock lately and this shit kept me away from writing... so I'll try now to post some more bts x male reader stories! ♡ I hope you like my newest work ;)

Status: Un-edited

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You should have known that Jungkook only offered you the option of showering together to simply tease the shit out of you. He said, it would save sooo much more warm water for his other roomates up and that Seokjin would yell at him when they run out of warm water again.

You were indeed way too naïve and trustful. The thought alone that Jungkook could get possibly in trouble because of him, his boyfriend, who neither live here nor pay for anything decided already for him. You're simply a guest who sleep over from time to time and your mom made sure that you'll grow into a man with good manners. So after Jungkook explained the urgency why you should shower together, you don't have any kind of reason why you shouldn't.

Well, you definitely should know Jungkook already well enough to realize, that your boyfriend like to use some white lies here and there to get what he wants. It's still hard to believe for you how the previous Jungkook, who was so terribly shy and nervous as you started dating each other, turned out to be so mishief and sassy. As someone, who could barely exchange some small talk without any stuttering at first, he has now a more than bold tongue and loves to be a brat that tests the limits of your acceptance. Little did you know that he is a masochist who needs to get put back into 'his place', eventhough he won't admit it openly. At least until now.

A cheeky pinch into your left buttcheek got you out of your thoughts and a boyishly giggle comes from behind you. You agreed to wash each others back and of course Jungkook couldn't let the perfect opportunity of grabbing your ass pass by.

"I like your ass, Daddy~ I love to see the how your muscles twitch when I am pinching you and how you gasp in surprise and disbelief, hehe.", chuckles Jungkook and you can literally hear the bright bunny smile out of his voice. It's pretty common for him, he has on his face whenever he teases or annoys you on purpose.

While his endearing smile makes your heart melt and let Jungkook getting away with his teasing way too often, the title he just called you does something to you and Jungkook knows that. Of course he do.

Your nose flare as you take a deep breath and the annoyed eye-roll had given way for a hungry and almost predatory-like expression. Slowly you turn around to Jungkook, who's eyes grows big the moment he sees your facial expression. A harsh gulp follows as you close the space between you two and cages him with your arms, sandwiching him between your own body and the cold tiles. The steady bobs of his adams-apple make it look so incredibly seductive. Some deep purple hickeys all over his neck would suit Jungkook very well.

"Hm, Babyboy? What was that? Would you mind to explain your bratty behavior to me? Keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here. Seems like you wouldn't mind to play around with Daddy for a little bit. Well, if we're already standing here in the shower together, then we need to make the waste of water to be worth it, right?", you wisper in a raspy voice into his slightly blushing ear.

A dark, satiesfied chuckle flees over your lips as you see how his bold and bratty personality starts slowly to crumble down and how your own teasing and promising words put him into his submissive mindset. Jungkook may be a tease but with the right words and gaze you can turn him easily back into a good, well behaving sub.

"What about a quick shower fuck? Isn't that what you wanted, Kookie?"

Your boyfriend exhales shakingly, didn't even recognized that he hold his breath the last few seconds. He nibbles at his lower lip with his cute bunny theeth before he gives you his confirmation.

"Y-Yes please, Daddy. Fuck me, I need you to drill your big dick inside of me, please split my asshole open with your girthy cock-", he whines weakly. Yes, that's what you like to hear. Suddenly he is such a good boy again, it's truly fascinating.

"Turn around, Baby. Spread your legs and pull your cute, little ass cheeks apart for me."

It only takes you a short moment to reach through the small slit of the opened glass door to grab into the drawer of the nearby standing bathroom drawer and pull a bottle of lube out.

It isn't the first time you have some fun in the shower.

The sight Jungkook is giving you let a deep grunt of appreciation escape your throat and leave your hard cock salivating in precum. God, he looks way too hot in this position. Literally awaiting for your cock to get fucked mercilessly.

To be honest... Jungkook is such a slut for assplay. The way already two of your fingers slip into his soft, stretched hole without any resistance. Just a few minutes later your third finger joins in without any problems. He must playing with himself a lot when you aren't around...

Just tiny whimpers and little pants left his mouth while you fingered him but now... now, where you lined your red and angry leaking cock up to his, in exitement clenching hole and slowly filling him up... whiny and highpitched moans filling the humid air in the bathroom.

Jungkook's right cheek is pressed against the tiles, eyes rolling back into his skull whenever you pulled out almost completely just to drill your cock balls deep back into him. To hear how the skin of your hips meets his bubble butt and create such obscene slapping noises clouds Jungkook's mind. He tries desperately to lift his trembling hand to his mouth to muffle his greedy moans, he would be mortified if his roommates call him out about being way too vocal once again.

Unfortunately his intention doesn't fit the plans you have for him. He teased you on purpose, very well aware that all of his roommates are at home today. He is the one who loves the thrill of getting caught doing something nasty. He is the one who jerked you off at the movie theater. So you don't have the need to cover up what you're doing.

You let Jungkook's hips go for a minute, just to grab both of his wrists and move his arms behind his back, holding them in place with one hand while the other one moves back to it's previous place at his hip.

"It'd be better if they watched. Just imagine how the bathroom door would open and they would stand there, watching us. Then they'd see how well I am fucking and wrecking this little ass of yours. What a good little fucktoy you are, taking my fat cock so well in your tiny asshole. Just think about how our nasty, shameless act turn them on to that point where they couldn't control themself anymore and start to jerk off to us. You would like that, yeah? I know what a dirty little boy you are. So let them hear what a greedy, filthy fuckdoll you are. Come, don't be shy. Be louder. Even more louder, Baby..."

[bibbykins]

Hell o I am back to panic send thirst asks because this is my life now. 4 words. Kim Taehyung tongue piercing. That will be all, for personal reasons I am choosing to pass away good bye — 🦋

Wait...No... Don't... Have mercy!!!! 🥵 Don't worry, don't worry, I won't write it... Oh? What's this?

Note: This is a drabble for The Household's Bunny Series

Meanie (M)

Pairing: Soft yandere! Taehyung x Chubby! Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: Temperature play, tongue piercing, dom/sub dynamics, usage of the words "little lamb", "good girl", and "bunny", bratty reader, cunnilingus, teasing, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, dumbification, referring to reader as a "toy", face-licking (I-I can explain) , dacryphilia, light pussy smacking

"You're mean." You huffed through labored breaths as you felt Taehyung's nose explore the expanse of your neck, his lips barely ghosting over the skin as well.

He hummed in mock pity, "I'm mean, yeah?" He placed a short kiss on your neck before pulling away and taking a sip of that damned ice-cold water bottle. You whined at the loss of contact, making him quirk a brow at you as he sipped agonizingly slow, "You want some?" He teased and you furthered your pout.

You were sat against the headboard, arms tied behind your back with the silk tie that once was knotted neatly around his neck, and body woefully exposed, the baggy shirt you had been wearing was long gone along with your panties. Taehyung had been all too eager to feel you against him after what felt like ages (a week) without your touch.

However, it had been what felt like ages (20 minutes) of him teasing your senses with that damn- "Oh fuck!" Your back arched when the cold silver in the middle of his tongue placed itself on your pulse point before his lips sucked at the spot. You writhed, wanting nothing more than to dig your fingers in his hair and keep the sinful piercing in your body. Alas, his body was slotted between your thick thighs, hands bracing themselves on the bed next to your hips and even all your wiggling against his dress pants didn't give your soaking cunt the relief it craved.

He moaned loudly against your neck, clearly mocking you before he pulled away with a loud smack, "What's the matter, little lamb?" He began placing soft kisses along your collar bones, "You keep squirming." He mused coldly, "I thought you were a good bunny." He feigned disappointment poorly with his smug smirk still plastered on his face, but you were so desperate you let out a strangled whimper.

"I am a good bunny!" You spouted brattily, "You're just being so mean." Your voice was quieter as you were devolving into blubbering to get the attention you wanted from him.

He hummed again as his mouth explored your breasts, intentionally avoiding your hardened nipples, "My poor little toy." He mused before pulling away. He had the water bottle in hand, ready to take a drink before he heard your pathetic whine. He clicked his tongue when he saw tears beginning to run down your cheek, "Cheap trick." He cursed under his breath as you looked at him with glistening eyes, "Why do you have to look so pretty when you cry, hm?" He couldn't help his smile when he saw your pitiful expression. He leaned in close, tenderness in his eyes that soothed you. He kissed your forehead, "Color?"

You sniffled as he nuzzled against you, not teasing and just reminding you of his affection as he wiped a tear off your cheek, "Green." You sniffled, "Meanie." He stifled a laugh at this.

"Whatever you say, little lamb." He conceded and kissed your nose. Taehyung had an innate ability to wordlessly reel you back in from the edge he took great joy in pushing you to. As much of a tease as he was, your tears softened him ever so slightly, making him feel the need to make sure you were still having a good time regardless of how much of a cry baby you were. He knew your limits. He knew you. However, you could break down his hardened resolve to torment you, even if for a moment, with your tears just as quickly as he can build it back up, "Back to it then, crybaby." He turned to licked a remaining tear with a sinful moan that made your thighs tighten around his form. He grunted at the attention you brought to your bare pussy over his straining erection, "Tell me what you want." His resolve effectively broke as his hand traveled down to your pussy, lightly smacking your clit making you jolt and he groaned at how soaked you were, "Come on, bunny, tell me." He urged.

You did your best to lean forward, tongue licking his slightly parted lips as his jaw clenched, "Please make me cum, my dear." You begged and the term of endearment made his eye nearly roll back in euphoria. Fuck, you were hot.

He pulled back, one hand outlining your curves as he took a gulp from the damn water bottle. You whined at this, but a swift slap to your thigh silenced you. He set the bottle down before and he knelt down and instead of his usual light touches or kisses around your throbbing clit, he dove into your heat, tongue ravishing your slit before he laid the pink muscle flat. That's when you felt it. That's when he had to hold your mound to his face to keep you from moving away from the cold silver piercing on your most sensitive part.

You could feel him smile as he dragged the freezing metal against your heat, the contrast ripping a high-pitched moan of shock and pleasure. All of the teasing of you and your senses had finally come to a head as your thighs shook, "Tae, fuck, that feel so good!" You wailed as he moaned against you. His finger slipped inside, making you cry out garbled praise as the now warm piercing only further added to the sensations on your sex that were bringing you to an orgasm embarrassingly quick, "Can I please cum? Please, please, please!" He nodded against you, too focused to pull away as he lapped at you selfishly, eager to taste your release.

He pulled his finger out, rubbing your juices against your clit as his tongue replaced this finger. You preened at the silver ball adding to the delicious stimulation that you could no longer withstand as you came with a scream of his name like it were a prayer.

He let go of your hips, letting you ride out your high. When you were done he kissed up your body, paying special attention to your thighs and stomach like he usually did, and reached around to untie you. He embraced your tired body before kissing you sweetly, "Did you like it?" He asked, knowingly.

"What do you think?" You deadpanned before adding, words muffled against his chest, "Meanie." He snorted, but held you closer nonetheless.

[neptuneh0rn]

unrequited love | modern!sokka x reader

warnings: a few curse words, angst?(maybe)

summary: sokka doesn't love you, not like you love him.

word count: 1K

A/N: this is my first ever writing on here, so it might not be that good. it's also just a short drabble I wrote in the middle of the night. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar/ spelling mistakes. feedback is appreciated.

You woke up with a feeling of dread in your stomach. You knew you had to do it. You had to break up with him. It was all becoming too much.

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"Alright, I'm heading to bed, sweets. Do you need anything?"

"Nope. I'll be there in a few," you called out from the kitchen. You, as usual, had left a thesis paper till the last minute, so you were trying to finish it.

"Okay," Sokka replied, "goodnight." He came over to where you were seated and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

After you finished, you closed your laptop and headed to your shared room. Once you reached the foot of the bed, you flopped on the bed next to Sokka. He was already asleep, given how late it was; 2:34 am, your phone read. When you settled in bed next to him, he haphazardly reached out to you, making you giggle.

Not for long, though, as the smile on your face turned into a frown.

"I love you, Yue."

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There it was, the same torture every time. At first, you thought nothing of it, she was his first love after all. The more it happened, the more the feeling of pure desolation wrecked your guts. You guys have been together for a year, and almost every night, he would say Yue's name in his sleep.

You never brought it up, sparing Sokka's feelings more than your own, knowing he'd feel guilty for putting you through this. And it seemed like he wasn't aware of it. His unconscious mind got the best of him.

It was no one's fault, really. It wasn't your fault you were so utterly in love with Sokka. Just how it wasn't his fault he didn't love you as much. Still, it was getting to you, and you weren't sure how much you could bottle up anymore.

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It was dark out, you and Sokka were sprawled on the couch, watching some rerun of Star Wars. You've been stalling all day, but you knew it was inevitable now.

"Sokka," you called out his name, trying to get his notice.

He merely hummed, not taking his eyes off the television.

You chuckled softly, almost forgetting what you were going to do, before continuing, "We should break up."

That got his attention, his eyebrows furrowed, and he paused the TV. His whole attention is on you now. "We should... what?"

"We should break up."

A look of confusion was etched on his face now. He couldn't think of a reason why you would want to break up with him. He thought everything was going great. To him, it was. "Break up? Are you not happy anymore-"

"No! God, no," you quickly interrupted him, "you make me the happiest I've ever been. But I can't do that for you, that's why I think it's for the best if we-"

"What do you mean? You make me happy," Sokka countered, "of course you do! Where is this coming from?"

"Sokka, stop lying to yourself. I know it's not me you've been thinking of. I wanted to believe you thought about me, but it seems no matter what I do, you can't let go of her."

It was all making sense to him now. You sensed it. You could almost see the gears turning in his head. He was piecing it all together now.

"Sweets, you're the only one for me," he tried to reassure you, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"Please stop. You say her name in your sleep Sokka!" you ran a hand over your hair and let out a chuckle. "And- God, it's so fucked up I'm talking about this because she's dead! I knew what I was signing up for when we started dating. But fuck me if I knew how much it would hurt!"

"Y/n," Sokka called out, throat choked up, eyes brimmed red.

"No, let me finish, please," you stated firmly, "I'm not Yue, Sokka. You have to stop pretending that I am. I know you loved her. She was your first love, but please stop pretending that I'm her. I'm me. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I got. If that isn't enough for you, you have to let me go."

"You are enough," Sokka asserted, his voice cracking, "more than enough. I'm... so sorry I made you feel anything less than."

"It's not your fault, hon. You don't get to choose who you love. Maybe in another lifetime, we would've worked. But not right now."

You both basked in the silence for a few minutes, though it felt much longer than that. You were trying your hardest not to cry. You've already cried too much about this.

"So this is it?" Sokka was the first to break the silence, his head in his hands, he rubbed at his eyes in frustration.

"I guess so," you answered, "I'll pack my bags and I'll be out of your hair by the end of the night."

You stood up, heading to the bedroom but Sokka held your arm softly. "I do love you, you know. What you said earlier about not getting to choose who we love. I truly love you if that makes a difference."

You took his face in your hands, intricately studying every detail. You brought him in for a kiss, one which he reciprocated just as fast, arms fastening around your waist, securing you in place. As if he was afraid of letting you go. This kiss was not like the other kisses you've shared, as cliché as that sounds. This kiss said goodbye, you both knew it.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, both of you slowly letting go, trying to prolong the process. Trying to memorize how it feels being in each other's embrace one last time.

Your eyes brimmed red, you slowly opened them, putting on the best smile you could without breaking down into pieces. Your foreheads touched, and you could feel Sokka's uneven breaths fanning your face.

"I know, honey, but you're not in love with me, not like I am with you."

[galacticgraffiti]

✤٠⋅Gala's Request Masterlist ⋅٠✤

I want to put all my requests in one place so if you sent one in, you can regularly check if yours has been answered yet!

If you sent in a regular request, it will be tagged with #galas requests If you sent in an anon request, I will also tag that with #nonnie request, because you don't get a notification when it is answered.

It may take me a while to get through them all because I am always working on my non-request stuff as well. If I do not straightup decline your request though, I am just waiting for the free time and inspiration to write it, I promise! You can check under #request denied if - well, if your request has been denied.

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

Hi, love your underrated villains idea! Wondering if you could one for Twice? Haven't seen a lot of love for this guy, and honestly, I really like him so could you please write something sweet for him?

Have a nice evening:)

Love this! Twice is like the biggest, most huggable bangable sweetheart, and I really don’t understand why the LoV’s resident himbo doesn’t get more attention. 

» pairing: Twice | Bubagaiwara Jin x gn!reader

» cw: fluff, anxiety, swearing, brief mention of sex. 

» a/n: this is the first drabble from my 1k followers event! Many more to come. 

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Jin's nervous, no he's not.

Fuck, he's out of his head, he's confident, he's not sure how he'll work up the nerve to actually get this question out, who gives a fuck about you anyway?

He gives a fuck. Too many fucks, really, because you're all he's thought about since the first time he laid eyes on you. You may as well have been angel, that's how struck he was, and it wasn't just that you were gorgeous, either. No, you were so kind—you didn't bat an eye at his discordant introduction, the first part a stuttering mess and the second part a dismissive shout—and that was all it took for him to feel himself falling.

Now he's a hopeless case, entirely enamored with everything about you.

That infatuation has only worsened in the several weeks since Shigaraki introduced you to the League. At first Jin had thought he'd never work up the nerve to talk to you, but then you'd started chatting with him. Repeatedly too, and not just idle small talk. Real conversations where he learned the two of you actually had things in common: you like the same music and have the same favorite book, and though neither of you have ever said it outright, he can tell you've been lonely a lot too. You hint at it sometimes, small comments and a sad look in your eye that he recognizes, that has his chest clenching.

But god, if he can actually overcome the nerves that have him sweating right now, maybe neither of you will have to be lonely again.

Your closed door might be the most intimidating obstacle he's ever faced, but he manages to rap his fist against it all the same, a knot tightening in his stomach as he shifts his weight back and forth on his feet. He'll need to do this quick, before he starts to split, because he figured a person needs to be able to look a guy in the face when he's asking them out, and that means his head is nerve-wrackingly uncovered.

Things seem off to a good start when you open the door, your face blooming into a wide grin the moment you see it's Jin who was knocking. But you also look so good, so perfect, when you beam at him like that, that for a moment he forgets his question entirely, and when he finally remembers it his tongue has tied itself in a knot he can't figure out how to undo.

He tries anyway, but it comes out a sputter, his dry tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, and then all that anxiety comes rushing back. He's shaking, dangerously close to abandoning his plan altogether, but before he can leave you're cocking your head in concern and reaching out to take one of his hands, not seeming to mind the feel of his sweaty palm as you interlace your fingers with his. That touch is calming, just as soothing as he always thought it would be, and it's enough that Jin manages to suck in a deep breath and spit out the question that's been on the tip of his tongue for minutes now.

"Can I— do you— Can I take ya out sometime? Who needs that, just let me fuck you!"

He cringes immediately, because shit, there it is. Jin knew he couldn't trust the alter to shut up entirely, but he'd hoped it wouldn't be so crude, that it would be nothing more than the normal, dismissive sarcasm instead of this vulgarity that has his face heating up and his eyes fixing on the floor as he mumbles some insufficient apology.

Your hand still anchored to his is the only thing that keeps him from simply fleeing, because it seems rude and because he likes that gentle touch. Likes it enough that his breath catches when that casual intimacy is joined by your other palm cupping his face, thumb stroking over his cheek as you tip his face to look at you. It's hard, painful even, to meet your gaze, but he relaxes a little once he does. Your eyes are soft and you're smiling, seemingly unbothered by his outburst as you take a step closer. Closer than you've ever been, and that has hope sparking in his chest, alongside a yearning that worsens when he realizes he can smell the faint aroma of your shampoo and feel the heat radiating off your body.

Then he can taste you, because you're tipping your head and pressing your perfect mouth to his, and for the first time in a long time, his mind goes quiet. No nagging voice in the back of his head, and no racing insecurities. He's entirely unaware of anything except the sweetness of your lips pressing softly against his own, and the longing that comes when you finally pull away.

It's quickly replaced by a warmth blooming in his chest when you grin again and murmur, "I thought you'd never ask."