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[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

guess whos getting sick.... yippee!! i like never get sick and when i do im like completely OUT. rn it's just a sore throat and a kind of cough but it's been getting worse all day so i figured i'd get this out and donesies with before i cant even leave my bed lol

cw: gn reader, just fluff, JEWISH JOHNNY (hes jewish and you arent gonna tell me otherwise), not proofread

⎯ Johnny Cage

Johnny does not care that you could possibly get him sick, he is all over you. Like not once does he leave your side. And if he has to? Then he's just picking you up and taking you with him. Even if you complain that you wanna stay in bed.

He's got a weeks worth of takeout planned. All your favorite comfort food, something cold for your throat, something warm, too. And he's always got a nice, cold bottle of water for you. He's very intent on you staying hydrated.

We all know he can't cook. But this man has ONE (1) thing he actually can make without messing up. Two words. Jewish. Penicillin. Good ol' Matzoh Ball Soup. Guaranteed to cure you (don't take his word). And it's damn good. It's the perfect temperature, and it runs down your throat so smoothly that it- for once- doesn't feel like sandpaper. It's bliss. Pure damn bliss.

Of COURSE you're gonna end up cuddled up on the couch or in bed, watching some sort of movie or show. It's Johnny Cage. But, he also just likes talking with you. Or, to you. He doesn't want you to lose your voice, now. He'll ramble on and on about cinema, history- literally any, but of course he's a bit partial to Sento and the Taira clan specifically.-, and physics, science, yada yada.

And he talks and talks for days on end. Until you get better. But who am I kidding, he talks then, too. And when you finally get better, it's actually a miracle that Johnny isn't sick. But he's even more clingy, after.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Unlike Johnny, Kenshi knows to give you space. Doesn't mean he isn't right by you the entire time, though. He's constantly checking your temperature, checking in on you in general. Do you need anything? How about a warm bath? Something to eat? Water? It's a constant stream of questions. He's just so worried about you, even if it is just a common cold.

He does order takeout as well, but it usually just amounts to soups and what not, he's kind of hellbent on making sure you eat the right foods and not something that could even make the cold slightly worse. He'll let popsicles slide, though... just no icecream. Hell no.

About that bath... Kenshi puts his heart and soul into it, for whatever reason. Epsom salt, some vitamin C bath foam, maybe some petals just to make it a little fancy. Oh, he's got it all. He wants to make sure you're at the height of relaxation.

Music and Audiobooks. He's got then playing, unless you ask for silence. Of course, he plays them kinda softly. He's a bit afraid of you getting a headache. It offers some sort of mental stimulation, though, while your huddled up in bed. He wants to make sure you don't feel bored while you're sick.

And once you're better... he's got so much laundry done. Like the very moment you're all energized and feeling better, he's like "oh the dryers done!". Kenshi wants to make sure there's no risk of you getting sick again, and to be honest, he pampers you a little extra, too.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Lock Me Up | Short #4

In which things change, and decisions are made.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension?, dead dove do not eat

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You're lazing around, legs on his bed while the rest of you is on the floor, hair and shirt he recognizes as one of his own blowing in the wind of the electric fan nearby.

It's hot- and he for the first time in his life, he can say that there's something.. nice about it.

Mainly the fact that you're very much quiet and easy to control, the heat making your energy level die down to minimum, and also because he won't deny the appeal your skin has on him. You're barely dressed in anything- no pants, just your underwear, and he's sure that underneath his plain white shirt, there's nothing. "Detective-!" You whine, arms falling up over your head on the floor, exposing your stomach to him. "I'm melting."

"Well, I've been told I can be quite charming." He tells you, leaning his face on his fist as he looks at you. He can see the way you process his words, lips twitching a bit as your eyes sharpening.

"…I don't believe that one bit." You mumble, before you roll over, legs now off the bed as you're on your stomach, tail swaying behind you. "Do we have Icecream or something?" You wonder, making your eyes all big and sparkling in case that would soften him up to give you a treat. But he shakes his head.

"Haven't been to the store." He simply shrugs, leaning back in his chair.

"Awww come on~!" You dramatically complain, rolling back onto your back, starfish style on his floor as you think of something else. "I'm bored." You huff, and he can't help but chuckle a little. "Also don't look at me like that." You complain, and he's a little taken aback.

"Look at you like what?" He wonders out loud, still not breaking eye contact.

"Like.. that." You say, visibly growing a bit more serious. "We.. you know, talked about this. So I know it's not what I think it is-" You ramble a little, rolling over onto your side. "-but when you look at me like that, it feels like you lied." You tell him.

"You're not making any sense right now." Yoongi tells you, and at that, you sit up, legs crossed.

"You're not making sense either!" You complain, ears pinned back. "You're all 'ooh I need to stay professional and if the circumstances were different we might have something going on' and then you do this shit!" You angrily spill, and by now, he seems to grasp what you're so upset.

"You were asking me if we would've had a chance to become something more if the circumstances were different." Yoongi calmly reminds you. "I told you that maybe, if things aligned in favor of us." He says, and you're crossing your arms now.

"Yeah!" You huff.

"You didn't ask me about the current situation." The detective tells you, and slowly, it clicks for you as well as the tension in your body loosens. "You never asked me how I feel about you right now." He boldly reveals, and your eyes are all round and caught off guard. Because he's right- you never really outright asked him about right now, what he thinks of you, what he potentially feels for you- does he feel something for you? He might, considering he's talking in a way that makes it seem like he does- "You're still not doing it." He chuckles, snapping your train of thoughts, and you look at him at that.

"Do you like me?" You blurt out, and he shrugs, before nodding. "As in- like.. platonically? Like, 'oh yeah I don't mind her eating the contents of my fridge at 3 am' or-"

"I do mind that, actually." He cuts you off, before he gets up to walk closer to you, squatting down in front of where you're sitting, close enough to have you make out the brown of his otherwise almost black appearing eyes. "But if your actual question is, if I am romantically interested in you-" He starts, tilting his head to the side a little as he adjusts the neckline of his shirt on you, "-then the answer is yes." He shrugs.

"WHAT?!" You bark out, forcing a laugh out of him at your bold reaction. "No way! I don't even know your first name! No no no- you're shitting me, right? That's cruel-!" You ramble, and he just sits down as well now, wiping a hand over his face.

"My Name's Min Yoongi." He offers, and you can't help but feel all weird and soft as velvet inside your head at the sight of his smile so bright and.. youthful, eyes wrinkling a bit on the very outer corners. "And I'm also not 'shitting you'. We literally sleep in the same bed- we cuddle, in fact." He reminds you, and you seem to think about it now.

"Cuddling isn't.. romantic though." You deny. "And, aren't I still.. like, this is gonna be some conversation that'll just go like, 'oh, I like you but we can't cause of my job'- that's what's gonna happen now, right?" You wonder. "Or maybe it's just your heat. Or MY heat-!"

"How do you feel about me?" He asks to cut you off- and you pause for a moment. You watch him, but there's no hint of what answer he might expect or want from you, so you simply deflate, break eye contact, bottom lip involuntarily pushing out as you become emotional. "hm?" He asks, a little concerned over that reaction. You uncross your legs and pull them closer to yourself, hugging them as if to put a wall between him, and you.

You're distressed, and he's unsure why.

"I like you." You mumble more or less to yourself, looking at the floor between you two. "I- you make me.. not think about anything. Like I don't have to worry, cause.. you'll make sure everything's alright." You explain, and he nods.

"And that's bad?" He asks, making you shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah." You nod after a moment. "Cause I'll make you feel miserable." You warn, and he's not sure what you're talking about. "I always do. I leech off of people as soon as I get the opportunity to- it's like I'm sick or something." You try and explain, but he's not accepting it.

"Who told you that?" He instead asks, and at that you look up at him, scanning his face.

"Everyone I've loved before." You simply answer. "I've done it to you at this point, too." You say.

He shakes his head. "Depending on someone and accepting their help and care isn't the same as leeching." He tries to tell you. "Whoever told you that before simply wanted to make themselves feel better by trying to convince you that they're the victims of your actions." The detective says. "When in reality, people make mistakes. Relationships fall apart. Friendships end. There's nothing bad about change- even if it pulls people apart."

"What if I ruin your job?" You ask. "What if they fire you cause you fucked the prime suspect you were meant to simply keep an eye on?"

"I'm not obligated to disclose my personal life with my employer." He chuckles. "Me 'fucking' the suspect isn't going to change the testimony given."

"What if I change your personality?" You jab again. "What if you become less focused on your job, sloppy, unreliable?" You attempt.

"You're not even believing your own words right now, let's be honest." he says, a soft look on his face. "You deserve love. Affection. Someone at your side, happiness. Whoever made you start to believe that you don't has been nothing but manipulating you, because they know that you would find someone else, someone better. And their ego can't take that." Yoongi says.

"You're making this all sound so easy." You scoff.

"That's because it is." He simply shrugs, leaning back on his hands. "I'm interested in you. You like me as well. Very simple." He explains to you.

You move after a moment of thinking, crawl onto his lap, both of your legs over his thighs. He doesn't move, simply watches you, waits for your next move. You're a lot less bold like this- but still you, he knows that. You're just a bit scared, and he understands that.

It's a new thing for him too, after all.

"I wanna.. be with Yoongi though." You say, looking up at him. "Not Detective stick-up-his-ass." You tell him, and at that he leans forwards, hands grabbing onto the flesh of your thighs as he leans in close.

"Too bad. They're one and the same-" He almost growls. "-a package deal, so to speak."

"Oh I can feel a package right under my a-AH!" You yelp out, laughing when he pinches your sides, making you bend your back as you lean away from him, offering your neck to him without thinking-

and the kiss he places there is oddly soft, yet wild, as his teeth nip at your skin.

Just uniquely Yoongi, you decide.

[daddy-ul]

happy birthday jinn!!!!! i hope you’ve had a great day with lots of fun celebration 🎉🎁

Elliottttttttt!!!!!!!!!

The day was good, it wasn't so hot (thank god)

I jumped in the middle of nothing, suspended over a river! That was something new and I enjoyed it. Now I'm the good kind of tired.

[glowingspence]

90 ❤️ platonic hotch and reid maybe? or whatever you want!

"What is up with you?" Spencer questions when the little boy at his hand is awfully quiet, "You don't like your icecream?"

"I do"

"But?"

"Nothing." Jack mumbles.

"You don't seem like nothing." Derek points out. "Come here," He leads him over to a bench, both men sitting down on each side of him, "What's going on?"

"Nothing"

"Buddy you don't look like nothing. It's okay." Derek tries prying the truth out of him.

"You can tell me everything" Spencer adds placing a hand on the kid's leg while Derek nods encouraging at his actions. "Only if you want."

"Last night- when- when I was supposed to be asleep Daddy came in my room." He starts, looking down on his legs. "And he- he laid down on my bed and hugged me really tight and he was crying. I could feel his tears dripping all over my skin and he was breathing all weird."

"Oh I am sorry" Comforting Derek moves his hand up to his thin hair, "Did you tell him?"

"No I pretended to be asleep."

"That's okay." Spencer assures him, "We are gonna talk to him okay? Make sure he is alright."

"He never cries"

"I know. Your father is a very strong man." Derek tells him,

"But it's okay sometimes he will cry too, it's just to let all his bed feelings out." Spencer adds.

"Was he sad because of mom again?"

"We are gonna find out okay?" Derek promises him. "Why don't we eat our icecream and then keep walking down this zoo and in the evening Spencer and I are gonna talk to your dad?"

"That's okay."

"Perfect" Once the kid had got this off his chest he quickly got a lot chattier than before and when he arrived home the whole thing was already forgotten. "Why don't you get ready for bed Jack? We gotta talk to your Dad for a minute?"

"Why don't you bring him to bed?" Spencer questions looking at Derek. "That's a cool thing right Jack?"

"Please, uncle Derek!" Jack begs while Derek gets the hint that Hotch is more comfortable around Spencer than he is around Derek. "Please, Dad"

"Of course" Hotch agrees and Derek leads them into the bathroom, "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"He is fine he just- ehm-" Nervously Spencer fiddles with his hands, "It's just that he noticed you crying last night and I- I wanted to ask if you are okay."

"I am fine." Hotch quickly bites out adding on a smile that is supposed to assure him that.

"It seemed like you were pretty shaken up."

"It was just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about." Hotch presses while tears are already forming in his eyes again and Spencer gets the slight assumptions that Hotch didn't ask Derek and him to take Jack for the day because of a migraine.

"What was it about?"

"It's okay. Really." Hotch presses, "Can I make you something to eat-"

"Hotch" Spencer stops him stepping forward. "You can tell me."

"It was about you and Jack" He whispers barely able to hold his tears in as he looks Spencer into the eyes, "Foyet got to you and he made me choose- and- and there was so much blood- I couldn't even recognize your face anymore and Jack- Jack was just laying there in your blood-" With that he breaks out in tears, turning away when Jack and Derek step out of the bathroom and Derek quickly leds him into his bedroom while Spencer stands there with Hotch, "I am sorry. I am so sorry"

"It's okay. You can cry. You let me cry all the time." Spencer assures him and awkwardly pats his arms. "I am here- if you- if you need me."

He catches himself rather quickly but when Derek notices Hotch pulling Spencer as close as possible while they watch a sport game he doesn't comment on it, as less as he comments on when his boyfriend suddenly spends more nights at Hotch's and comes back in the morning rambling about how Hotch watched a movie with him, or how Hotch took him and Jack to the fair, or how Hotch taught him how to make his famous pancakes.

He just knows that both man repair something deep inside of them in those moments, no one else could possibly understand.

[Prompt list]

[sasarahsunshine]

[Tw (happy) venting 💞 ]

I am autistic and have PTSD and school was always really hard for me so my therapist suggested someone coming along. (I don't know what the translation for this specific job is. Where I come from english isn't the main language)

And I was really sceptical because I have only seen that with kids in elementary school and then the person would just sit in the back of the class and not give a damn and I didn't see how that would help me but she said we could just invite him for therapy ones and I could just get to know him and he was really nice but I was not really convinced about this helping me to go to school but she said to give it a try and when it makes me uncomfortable I could tell her and he would be gone in an instant. And I trust her. She is always very nice and she keeps her promises. 😊

So I got to know him for a few sessions and we discussed some issues I have at school which was really scary for me, because I don't tell anyone expect for her but he was really nice about it and he suggested to get some icecream together after the session and there it wasn't so uncomfortable and strict and he was very nice but I still didn't get how he would help me at school so I was really scared on the first day he came to school with me. But he offered to sit down next to each other which was not what I expected but it was nice and the girl I normally said next to just said down on the table next to us with her friend and obviously it was uncomfortable first because people kept looking. (I have mostly nice classes though) And I was still very unsure but he was just sitting there but I thought he is just gonna be a silent watcher but when a teacher tried grabbing my sheets he placed a hand on them and was just looking up to him saying that he should grab someone elses and that I wouldn't like it and I was just very surprised because I don't but I didn't figure he would actually do that nor care about so little things.

So I learned with in the first days that he is not a silent observer but very much helping. Now teachers don't make me talk and when I want to participate I can write it down and he then shares with the class when I got called up and he helps me calm down so quickly and when I got overwhelmed he took me out of class and we went to a park nearby and watched and feed ducks (they are very adorable🥰) and when I asked when we have to go back he said that we don't have to for the day if I don't want to. Which was surprising because I thought his job was to make me go to school.

And he really helps with my exams because I tend to get panic attacks there but he was really nice and helped me stay focused and when another student accused him of helping me he told them that even if he wanted to, there is not a single italian word in his head he could help me with and then he leaned down to me and whispered "idiot" which was funny because I in the beginning thought he would be like a teacher but he actually is on my side and even when I told him about a problem with a teacher and he didn't understand it at first, he was still doing what I asked him for and not what the teacher wanted which felt really good because he stood up for me, even though he had a different opinion and rather waited on an explanation than to just dismiss it.

And when I got scared because an alarm went of from a car outside the room and that is a trigger for me and I grabbed his arm and I thought he was gonna be mad at me but he sat down on the floor with me and pulled me in a really tight hug which was nice because that felt safe and I didn't know he was allowed to do that because most people besides from my best friend scare away from me then. But even when I got really frustrated he didn't make me feel dumb and just took me out of gym class and helped me calm down and when I told him that I felt very angry and that he makes me angry (I feel very sorry for that, that was not true) and I said a lot of bad stuff he didn't leave me alone and that was very patient and nice of him because when I was done saying all that awful things, he just let me cry in his arms and we talked about what triggered me and even if I was so mean he still went to my gym teacher and asked him about if he could avoid those type of games for a few weeks until I learned to deal with it better.

I wanted to get this off here because I was really scared first but now it's fine and maybe that takes some fear of others away. ❤️ The first few days I thought my heart was going to explode from so much anxiety but now I just feel very good with that decision.

(I showed him some criminal minds TikToks and he started watching it and now he tells me when he watched more episodes and then I can tell him all the funfacts and things I read about the episodes which is really cool because he lets me ramble as much as I want in breaks (his favorite character is Derek and he told me I am a mix of Hotch and Spencer which is very cool🥰))

Okay so I might have cried??? While reading this???

Tbh I have no idea what the english word would be for what he is for you, but he sounds kind of like an aide of some kind? Like a human version of an emotional support dog—and I love him!! He sounds like an amazing guy and I’m SO HAPPY your therapist paired him with you!! It sounds like she knows you pretty well too <3

I’m so happy that you’re now doing so much better in school! And I’m proud of you for all you’ve accomplished so far (even with a little help <3)!!

The bit about the ducks ;w; And him standing up for you and just—ah! I love all of this!!

(Also I find people who love Derek to be very good people <3 And I’m glad he shares an interest with you now so you can talk to him about it!!)

Thank you for telling all of this to me. You seriously made my night, and I’m smiling like an idiot over here!! 🥰

[waifuu-writerr]

HAIKYUU AND JEALOUSY | HEADCANON

Hey guys I wanted to try this so please bare with me if it isn’t soo good, feel free to request anything you would like☺️ I’m down for anything.

Warnings; like 2% angst but mostly fluff💕

TETSURŌ KUROO:

~ Kuroo tends to sometimes get jealous easily but not at the same time😬 so beasically, he gets jealous easily but most of the time he doesn’t act upon his feelings and they just go away

~ You have been currently ditching Kuroo a lot to go study with a a close friend from class, since final exams were coming up

~ You don’t really think much of it since your only ditching a couple of dates on the weekends and he picks you up in the mornings to go to school all the time

~ Suddenly the 6th time you ditched him to go study he showed up at the library claiming “ I’m having trouble with the subject you guys are in today so, could you help.” You didn’t think much of it and let him stay, you did miss him anyways

~ He would be glaring at your classmate for most of the time, but only whenever you weren’t looking to make sure you didn’t know. You end up looking up to ask your classmate something and notice Kuroo’s glares

~ “umm.. Kuroo can I talk to you over there really quick.” You say as you get up from your seat, apologizing to your classmate and heading to where you told Kuroo to go. “What’s going on why are you glaring at my classmate like that?”

~ “ what’s going on? What’s going on is that you ditched me for the 6th time in the past 3 weeks to come to this library with that bozo” he quickly hisses, “ omg Kuroo, your so childish you know the finals are coming up and your only really helpful when it comes to chemistry.” You say

~ before Kuroo can say anything back to you calling him childish you interrupt him, “ I will go on several dates, kiss you, and cuddle with you several times the days after my exams are over if you just let me study.” You say, Kuroo might be snarky but he is a big softy and the moment you say that he gives you a chaste kiss and heads out the library. You can’t help but giggle and walk back over to your classmate.

HAJIME IWAIZUMI:

~ Hajime doesn’t really get jealous since he knows that the only person you want is him and you would never want anybody else, same goes for him

~ Since both you and Hajime want to take things slow and don’t want everyone in your business the both of you decide it better to keep the relationship on the down low and not tell anyone. You still go on dates, hold hands, and do other things but they are outside of school

~ One day you show up to one of his games to cheer him on (you would obviously be cheering for the team and not him specifically to keep the relationship on the down low but he knows most of the cheers are just for him)

~ After the game you head down the bleachers to talk to the team, since you were friends with most of them, and walk with Iwaizumi on your way home. Before you were able to go up to Iwaizumi, Oikawa stopped you and started flirting with you

~ “Ooh Y/N-Chan did you come to the game and cheer for me? I’m so lucky to have a pretty girl like you to cheer for me.” You didn’t think much of it since Oikawa flirted with you as a joke most of the time and you subconsciously would flirt back, not because you liked him but just because you have a flirty personality

~ When Iwaizumi saw you and Oikawa flirting with eachother he was fuming and threw two volleyballs at the back of Oikawa’s head, “Ow Iwa-Chan why did you do that, can’t you see I’m talking to a pretty girl.” Uh oh... now he was in for it Iwaizumi went to slap Oikawa but, you stopped him right before he could do anything

~ “ Iwaizumi we were just talking, no need to get jealous~” you said with a sly smirk plastered on your face, Iwaizumi couldn’t help but blush at your words. “Wait why would Iwaizumi be jealous!?” Oikawa yelled still holding to the back of his head from the pain

~ “ You were trying to flirt with my girlfriend you Idio-“ but before he could finish what he was saying he stopped himself and covered his mout, “well.. now that the cats out of the bag, no need to deny it anymore.. and we can finally kiss in between classes” you let out as you reached for Iwaizumi’s hand and intertwined it with your own

~ Oikawa just stood there shocked at the fact that Iwaizumi had a girlfriend and he didnt know about it, “ Iwa-Chan how come you didn’t tell me!” Oikawa whined as you both turned around and started leaving the gym

HITOKA YACHI:

~ Yachi gets jealous all the time but, instead of getting mad she gets sad and believes that someone else deserves you because she doesn’t think highly of herself

~ One day you told her you had to ditch one of the dates you planned on going to with her because, “something had come up” Yachi didn’t think much of it and told you it was fine

~ She wanted to get you a gift to give to you on your next date so she headed over to the mall to look for something you would like

~ As she was looking for your favorite store she accedently bumped into someone causing their drink to fall on the floor, as she turned around to apologized she saw you and another female with beautiful, long brown hair next to you

~ “Yachi?” You said in a questioning tone, as you went to grab her wrist and help her up she quickly pulled away from you and looked at you with tears falling from her eyes all you could see was pain in those beautiful hazel eyes of hers which made your heart ache

~ “I- I hope that you are h-happy and are loved by this new person.” Yachi said as tears were flowing down her face, before she was able to turn around and flee you grabbed her arm and spun her around to hold her into a deep hug, as much as she wanted to run away she couldn’t because of your strong hold on her

~ “ Yachi baby,” you mumbled into her shoulder and pulled away from the hug so you could see her face “ this is my cousin, I had to cancel the date because she surprised me and showed up at my house.. we were here because I told her about you and she wanted to get you a present so she could meet you later tonight.” You spoke with tenderness and love in your voice

~ As soon as you said those words Yachi froze in her spot and looked over to your cousin, in which your cousin gave a shy wave and small smile, she wanted to just disappear because of how embarrassing the situation she was in was. Imagining how crazy she must look with tears that are now dry on her face and messed up hair from the rough, but sweet hug she was in

~ Yachi got down on her knees and started apologizing to you and your cousin, “ Omg i am so sorry, I just judged you based purely on looks and didn’t even ask you what you were doing, I came here to get you a gift y/n I’m so sorry, this must be so embarrassing” as Yachi rambled you and and your cousin couldn’t help but giggle at what had just occurred.

~ “Yachi baby come on let’s go get some icecream” you said helping her get back up and grabbing her chin to pull her into a passionate kiss. Your cousin couldn’t help but take a photo “aww how cute my lil cousin all grown up” the both of you realeased from the kiss and couldn’t help but blush at the comment. “ come on let’s go” you said as you held Yachi’s hand and started walking towards the icecream stand.

KŌSHI SUGAWARA:

~ Just like Iwaizumi, Suga rarely gets jelous because he is already assured that you have a strong relationship.

~ Everyone really knew you were dating Suga based off of all the PDA you guys showed during and outside of school, both of you mixed well and you both were the “moms” towards the karusano volleyball club

~ One day while you were on a date with Suga in a nearby park you were stopped by an old junior high friend who didn’t go to Karusano but was visiting the area because of his cousin, Suga didn’t really mind this and let you speak to your old friend for a little while he went on his phone

~ “So are you dating anyone y/n” the friend said with a smirk on his face, this question made Suga look up from his phone to see how the conversation would continue, “As a matter of a fact yes, I do have a boyfriend” you said as you crossed your arms “ aww that’s too bad y/n I’ve always really liked you~” he whined as he started getting closer to you and started to touch your arms

~ You were very uncomfortable and Suga starts to glare at the friend, but the friend doesn’t pay any mind to him, “ why don’t we head over to my apartment your boyfriend will never need to find out” he said in a more quite tone as he reached for your face and tried to caress your cheeks

~ You immediately slapped his hand away and backed off as you walked over to Suga “ first of all I would never do anything like that with a low life like you, and secondly my boyfriend is right here” you hissed

~ The boys heart dropped as he moved his gaze towards Suga who was now standing and still glaring at him “ You heard what she said so why don’t you move it along elsewhere.” Suga said with a scary and menacing look on his face he looked as if he was ready to start swinging on this fool

~ the boy quickly hurried away from you guys and you turned and kissed Suga, “ I love you y/n” Suga said as he pulled you Into another kiss “I love you too Suga” you said as you intertwined your hand with his and started walking in the park again🥺🥺

IM SORRY IF THESE WERE A BIT TOO LONG FOR YOU BUT I HAD SOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANY HEADCANONS OR SCENARIOS YOU WOULD LIKE FOR ME TO WRITE THANK YOU GUYS FOR EVERYTHING❤️❤️

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

here have some rambling that is both comforting and existential

When I say I do not dream of labor, I mean I do not view my life as something with which to do something. My life is already something. It is serious, profound, beautiful and substantial, and it has been since the moment I was born. Time isn’t real. We all know that, don’t we? There is nothing inherent about the fact that we attend public school for twelve years and then college for four and then work a salaried job until we’re sixty-five. There is no such thing as being behind, because there is no schedule. 

People say a lot that your twenties are a time for exploring and learning. They mean this to be encouraging, like don’t worry, it’s okay that you don’t have a career and a spouse yet, but I think that even this mindset is missing a critical point: no portion of the human lifespan is inherently intended for any purpose. Even the concept of  “your twenties” is made up, because we invented numbers and the base ten system, and we could just have easily divided up our lives in any other way. We could have decided that you’ve gotta go out and work at age thirteen. Heck, people did that a couple of centuries ago. It’s all made up.

And that doesn’t have to be cynical! That doesn’t have to be nihilistic! When I say that I don’t want my life to have a purpose, I’m not saying that I’m depressed and unmotivated. I’m saying that I refuse to be chained to this idea of success and of there being a right and wrong way to experience life, outside of adherence to universal morality. I’m saying that I am deeply, fiercely in love with my body and the way that it moves and breathes across this land. I’m saying that I have fallen head over heels for my soul and the way that it lurches and leaps and laments at everything it gets to take in each day. I’m saying that when I think about my happiest memories, I don’t think about my greatest accomplishments. I don’t think about high school graduation or college acceptance or getting jobs or making great test scores. I think about my best friend and all the times we have laughed together, so hard it ached. I think about going for a run and finding a flower garden, about the peaks of every hike I have ever climbed, about hurtling down a hill on my bike, about reading poetry, about jumping off of docks, about going for icecream on a tuesday night, because we wanted to and because we could. 

I don’t need your purpose. I don’t want your success. I want to be here– for as long as the universe will allow, for as long as the sky is still blue and the rain still falls, for as long as the ocean has not swallowed my home and the forests have not all burned to the ground– I want to be here, and I want to live.

[vintagevalentinex]

Sight

Okay so I watched the entire first season of Daredevil this weekend and I was completely hooked.  So I got to thinking…what if Matt Murdock had a partner that was really curious about what it felt like to make love to him without the use of her eyes.  So here I am.

Also…I definitely used his talk that he has with Claire, but used it in a different context.

Also, also…I’m thinking of putting another part out of this because I don’t feel like it’s finished yet.  Let me know what you think! :)

@icecream-and-winchesters @murdocksins  @bovaria

Title: Sight Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~1850 Pairing: (Matt Murdock x Reader) Warnings: SMUT

It had started as a regular night with Matt, your boyfriend of 6 months now.  The monogamous thing was new for the both of you, but spending your time with him had been absolutely wonderful and you didn’t regret a single second of it.  The more you got to know Matt, the deeper you felt for him.  You had to be honest; you were a little nervous and apprehensive because Matt was blind.  Hell, you never knew anyone who was blind before him, let alone dated someone who was blind.  He completely blew you away though.  Any thought or pre-conceived notion you had about him was thrown out the window the first time he made love to you.  

There were no words to describe it.  Even from the first moment, he made you feel as though you were a virgin again, knowing nothing about your own body.  He memorized every single inch of you that night, taking his time running his talented, calculated fingers up and down your flesh, the pads of his fingers tracing over every little scar, bump, and mark.  He didn’t miss a single thing and you not-so vaguely remember nearly losing your voice from all of your screaming.  You had to call out of work the next day because you woke up so late.  That wasn’t what drew you to him though (as tempting as it was to think about).

Matt Murdock was a passionate man.  He had a strong moral compass and he went wholeheartedly into what he deeply cared about.  You saw that first hand when he would tell you about his cases at the firm and the way he treated his friends.  You knew he was a good man, and you couldn’t be happier being with him.  You wanted to be even closer to him, and you had a pretty good idea on how to go about it.

Your night consisted of your typical routine with Matt.  You went to meet him at his office, making small talk with Karen and Foggy as Matt finished up for the night, Foggy wagging his eyebrows at you suggestively as Karen smacked him.  You giggled softly, your eyes softening as you smile at Matt in the doorway, offering your arm to him as you two went out into the night.

You stopped off on your way back to his place, picking up some Chinese food to go as you leisurely walked, Matt cracking jokes to you the entire time, his fingers eventually finding yours as the both of you enjoyed the night.  His thumb rubbed at your palm absent-mindedly, as if comforting you.

“(Y/N)…what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing really.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Your voice changes.  It gets a little higher…”  He smiled.  “And your palm is sweaty.”

You giggled softly, pushing him a little.  “Ugh, fine.  I swear, sometimes I think you have superpowers.”

He smirked to himself.  “So what is it?  Good?  Bad?  Ugly?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing somehow that he would know.  “I…I would say it’s good.  Let’s eat first and then I’ll fill you in.”

The both of you ate in relative peace, stealing kisses from one another and feeding each other lo mein.  As you snuggled into him on the couch, you laid your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply as you nuzzled against him.  Matt shifted his focus to you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“So are you going to tell me what was on your mind?”

You chewed on your lip, eyebrows furrowing a little as you shifted, slightly nervous.  You took one of his hands into both of your smaller ones.  “You promise you’re not going to think I’m weird?”

“Well, I thought you were pretty weird when we first started dating, but I haven’t left yet so—“

“Matt…”

“Okay, okay…” He held his hand up.  “I, Matthew Murdock, so solemnly swear to not judge you immensely for whatever strange thing you’re about to tell me.”

You laughed again as you gave him another little shove.  “You are such an ass!  Alright…”  You took deep breath, chewing on your bottom lip again, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.  “I want to be closer to you, Matt…”

You could see him getting ready to say something but you cut him off, “Just let me finish.  I know that we’re as close as two people in a relationship can be, but I just want…no, I need to know.  I want to ‘see’ how you ‘see’, Matt.  I want to see you the way you see me.  Show me how?  Please show me, Matt…”

You continued to ramble on as you nervously looked down.  Although you knew he couldn’t see your face, somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that he knew how shy you felt in that moment.  He took both of your hands into his, shifting the both of you so you faced each other.  He leaned in close, pressing his forehead to yours.  “I like when you bite your lip like that, (Y/N).”

“H-how…”

“It makes a noise.  I can hear your teeth scrape against the flesh of your lip.”  Matt brushes a thumb across your lips, his voice lowering.  “I’d love to show you my world, (Y/N).”

Matt pulled the both of you off of the couch, slowly leading you into the bedroom, sitting you on the bed.  “Wait here.  I’ll be right back.”

You could feel your heart beating faster and faster as you waited for him to return.  He moved so quietly to begin with, but the anticipation was making it even worse.  Did he change his mind?  Oh God, I hope he didn’t change his mind. You could hear him chuckling as he reentered the room, holding what looked like a black cloth in his hands.  “Stand up for me, (Y/N).”

You swallowed hard as you stood up, your cheeks bright red as you face the bed, feeling the black cloth slip over your eyes, completely taking away your sight.  You could feel his hot breath on your neck, making the hairs there stand up on end.  His lips pressed softly right behind your ear.  “Seeing…sight…you have to think of it as more than just five senses.”  His hands ran up and down your arms, goosebumps rising on your skin wherever his hands touched.  “I can feel the temperature change in your cheeks; I know you’re flushed, (Y/N).”  

His hands found the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, throwing it somewhere in his room, his fingers trailing down your spine, every sensation heightened tenfold as his hands continued to roam your body, his fingers hooking into your pants.  “I can see, not like everyone else, but I can feel.”  He pressed himself against your backside, his erection pressing firmly into you as he began to undo your pants, letting them pool around your ankles, his hands resting on your hips as he ground himself into you.  You let out a loud groan, his mouth finding that sweet spot on your neck as his bit and licked at your flesh, your body coming alive as he continued to touch you.  He turned you around, beckoning you to step out of the pants pooled around your feet, bringing you to his chest as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you melted against him.

You could feel his hands slide across your ass, squeezing before trailing up your back again, his fingers playing with the clasp of your bra, deftly undoing it before throwing it someone else in his room.  He put a muscled thigh in between your legs, his hands gently trailing up your front as he gently takes your breasts into his hands, kneading, massaging, his fingers coming to rest on your nipples, lightly tweaking them.  You let out a deep moan, your mouth hanging open as he continued to speak.  “I can sense things like balance and direction.  Micro changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations…”  He picked you up, tossing you on his bed as he crawled up in between your spread thighs.  “Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells… “  He bent his head lower; you could hear him breathing in deeply.  “I can smell you, (Y/N).”  He let out a groan of his own; it almost seemed deafening with your sight taken away from you.  He hooked his fingers into your panties as his mouth found the tender flesh of your inner thighs, kissing and sucking as he pulled them down your legs.  “All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting…”

Your hands found their way to his hair as he moved back up your body, pressing kisses on your skin as your back arched off of his bed, laying completely exposed to him.  “M-matt…please.  Baby please!”  He smiled as he nipped at your collar bones, licking a trail up your neck to the shell of your ear.

“What do you say, (Y/N), want me to set your world on fire?”

You let out a strangled cry, your hands gripping at the roots of his hair as he bent his head down, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, his other hand playing with your other hardened bud.  Your hips bucked, his thigh pressing down into your core.  You nearly yelped as his mouth went lower, his hot breath against your mound pressing a hot kiss to you, smiling into your flesh as you groaned out his name again.  His hands found your inner thighs, fingertips kneading and tracing at the sensitive skin there as he sucked your clit into his mouth, your thighs pressing against his head, feeling his stubble rub your skin raw as he continued to lap and lick at your heated flesh.  The sensation was incredible.  All you could focus on was his tongue on your core, his skin moving with yours.  The sounds his mouth was making and the smell of sex in the air.  You took his hands into yours as your back arched off the bed again, feeling yourself becoming very and utterly undone.  

He whispered against you, “Mmmm (Y/N), I can feel your muscles tensing up.  Cum for me.”

That took you over the edge as you began to orgasm, and although you couldn’t see a damn thing, you swore you saw stars as you rode it out, Matt, lapping and sucking at your flesh as you finished.  You laid there, panting and heaving as he kissed his way up your body, taking one of your hands into his as he pressed kisses to each of your knuckles.  He finally pressed a kiss to your swollen lips, smiling against them.  “(Y/N)…that was incredible.”

“You’re telling me.”  One of your hands trailed its way down his chest, resting at the top of his pants.  “You think…you think I could try…could we…?”

Matt kissed you again, rolling the both of you so you straddled his hips.

“Well, (Y/N)…there’s only one way to find out.”

Read Pt. 2 here!

[saizoswifey]

Very honestly, I am a bit confused about the new MM cover. On one side, well Saeyoung is Saeyoung so no prob, stay that way sweetie. But on the other side, I'm so confused about Saeran. Is it Saeran? The one from Ray Route GE? Is he Unknown, but then happily licking his icecream? Saeran from his own route doesn't have the tattoo (I checked) and Unknown has no reason to smile cause he hates his brother and his birthday. So, who do you think it is? Which personality? I might be overthinking it huh

Well, his chat message clarifies that MC only knows him as the “studying abroad” guy, if that helps place where he’s at. 

Seems as if it is Saeran but early on and before he’s been drugged up and pushed to separate himself into two personalities. He liked MC from the beginning so I don’t think it’s odd that he could be happy and wanting to celebrate with her and enjoy some ice cream and company even if he hated his brother. I mean, he broke through the window but then warned her to be careful of the glass wbfbf he cray but he always was infatuated with her. 

He doesn’t have the tattoo in his route, so it must be something that happens with Saeran w/o MC so the ‘main route/deep route Saeran’. And if his route is an indication of just how intensely Rika was drugging him up and trying to brainwash/push him over the edge from the time their little plan was set in motion until the party, shit went south rather quickly. Saeran wasn’t actually that angry or vengeful that he couldn’t walk through the gardens and enjoy flowers and food etc from the start of the game so I think if you’re following what I am saying as I ramble down this rabbit hole...LOL , to answer your question this would be Saeran/Unknown from the prologue or very beginning of the main story routes. 

[sauntered-vaguely-downward]

Last Names. Chapter 3.

Warnings carry over from the last two. This is the third and final in the series, there is a very good chance however that i may end uo writing one years in the future maybe a marriage, maybe when she takes his last name, i dunno anyways enjoy have fun yall and send in any requests you have

Y/n had no idea what George was planning for that night but she was very excited. She had made her own way to the Great Hall that evening, sitting among those older than her in her house. Many of them by now knew she had just come back from a date with the famous George Weasley so of course wanted to know more about the events of that evening. Y/n told them what they wanted to know, or at least enough, leaving out the details about tonight.

During pudding, the discussion had changed to the gossip of someone else, so Y/n had the chance to simply enjoy the icecream and cake in front of her. While lost in her own mind, she looked around, noticing a sudden dash of red towards the Gryffindor table. Over the heads of the other students, Y/n could see George talking to his brother. Sadly Y/n could neither hear that well or read lips, so had no idea what they were talking about, only seeing Fred simply nod before waving George away. George smiled bright, before dashing back out of the hall. He seemed both happy and proud, making Y/n even more impatient to find out what he had planned.

Y/n couldn’t concentrate that evening. She had planned to help a couple of first years with their charms homework, but was of little use to them that evening. She let them go earlier than planned, only being able to think about George and the rest of the night. She decided instead of just sitting in the common room, waiting impatiently, that she would go upstairs, get dressed up warm but nice for the night and then rest in bed until she was ready to sneak out. She chose to wear a simple jumper and jogging bottom look for the night, not knowing how cold it would be wherever it was that he was taking her. Getting comfy in bed she decided to read, but struggled, thoughts of ginger hair and Weasley jumpers dancing around in her head rather than the words on the page. Usually, when she struggled to focus she’d be annoyed, but right now, she was the happiest she could ever be.

-

Around 10:30 Y/n had to pretend to be asleep for a while, because her dorm mates were still awake until then. About 10 minutes later she decided the coast was clear, getting out of bed, she put her trainers on and quietly made her way down into the now empty common room. Sitting by the fire she waited impatiently, checking the clock every ten seconds to see if she was any closer to getting to see him again.

While Y/n hadn’t ever really been close to the twins, in fact they had hardly ever spoken, she had always admired them both, thought both were good looking and cute. She had also noticed one of them always being on the courtyard when she went to study. In her head, as she sat and waited, she hoped that it had been George who had always seemingly appeared when she was studying. Y/n hadn’t thought much about it until now, but she did really like George and hoped that it would span into something.

10:57. She couldn’t possibly wait any longer, Y/n had to go and find George she had to spend more time with him. Taking a deep breath, she left the common room to embark on an unknown journey with George. She had a doubt in her mind that he might stand her up but this was quickly set aside when she saw a figure in the shadows of the hall.

First worry set through her body, but quickly after seeing a familiar flash of red, she felt at ease smiling towards the shadows before whispering.

“Its me, you can come out now.” George emerged from the shadows, a wide grin on his face.

“I was worried you’d not come,” he spoke quietly, not to draw attention to them as they stood in the dark hallway.

“How could I not?”

“Come on, we need to get moving before Filch or a prefect comes sniffing down here.” George without a second thought took Y/n’s hand. It felt natural between the pair, neither seeming to be bothered by the touch of the other.

Slowly they crept through the castle, both looking out for any signs of other people crossing the halls. Only once on their journey to wherever it was that George was taking Y/n did they nearly get caught out of their common rooms, and even then it was just Mrs Norris, who seemed to not care for the pair sneaking through the night, much rather being too interested in a mouse she had previously killed and was now playing with.

As George continued to lead the way, Y/n began to work out where they were traveling to. It was a popular spot for couples, as it wasn’t on Filch’s path. George continued to lead the way until he turned to Y/n, still grinning from ear to ear.

“I need to blindfold you now,” he stated as if it was just a simple matter of fact thing to say.

“George, I know where we're going,” she giggled, “I worked it out, you don’t need to blindfold me. Were going to the Astronomy tower.”

“Yes well done smarty pants, but I still need to blindfold you love, I have a surprise.” George without waiting for a response pulled out his tie from inside his jumper before gently tieing it at the back of her head. “Now please don’t trip up the stairs, it would really kill the mood I’m trying to set here.” Y/n giggled in response, and still clutching onto his hand, allowed George to lead her up the stairs. From under the tie Y/n could see small pockets of light dotted around the room where George stopped her.

“Okay, here it is, our little secret for tonight,” George slowly untied the tie from her head and allowed it to fall off her, into his hands. Y/n had worked out what the little bits of lights were. In about 10 jars around the room were little flames, each burning a different colour.  But that wasn’t the most amazing bit of what George had set up. By one of the archways that looked out into the world, cushions and blankets were neatly piled to make a perfect little bed for the pair of them to sit on and talk, maybe even watch the sunrise. George had even managed to pull of some late night snacks for the pair of them, chocolates and biscuits sat arranged into a little love heart on a plate in the middle of the bed.

“Oh my…” Y/n could hardly even believe what she was standing in. It was perfect.

“I know its not alot, but I wanted our first date day to be perfect, one you’d never forget…”George kept rambling on, worried that it wasn’t enough for Y/n. He knew it wasn’t that amazing, some cushions and little flames, but he really wanted her to like it.

“George this is amazing, you did all of this? For me?” Y/n was close to tears. Nobody had ever put this much thought and effort into something for her. George smiled bright before bringing her into a hug.

“Yeah of course  I did it for you silly. Like I said, I want today to go perfectly, I want you too feel special and enjoy yourself.”

“George this is the kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Well I’m glad you like it,” George smiled, before escorting her over to the little bed of cushions and blankets. Both of them enjoyed the treats George had managed to get the house elves to make for him.

They sat together, just enjoying the night, talking and laughing just as they had done before that day in the Three Broomsticks, only this time they were closer, sat touching, Y/n’s head resting on his shoulder.

“So these blankets, some of them are Freds? Is he not cold right now?”

“No I stole Rons for Fred. So Fred’s fine, Ron might be a bit cold though,” the pair laughed.

“Its nice you’re so close to your family, its really sweet.” While George didn’t want to ruin the perfection of this evening, he did want to know more about her, so he asked,

“You said you have an adoptive sister, your cousin right?”

“Yeah thats right,” Y/n normally hated talking about her family situation being the daughter of two known death eaters wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, but George made her feel safe, like she could tell him anything and he’d still stick by her side. “Yeah, my aunt and uncle were the ones to take me into their care when my parents were taken to Azkaban. So I grew up knowing Dora as my big sister. She’s the best honestly, mum and dad, well my aunt and uncle but I call them mum and dad, they're not strict per say, but mum likes us to behave but Dora was always causing trouble, pulling pranks and getting us both into trouble. We have always been inseparable since i moved in with them.”

“Whats it like then, living with them? Is it strange that they’re not your parents?”

“Not really, I was only little when I first moved in with them so for me it was the normal. It was only really when I came here that I realised how messed up life already was,” she chuckled a sad kinda chuckle. “People would treat me badly because of who my real parents were, without any thought of who I was as a person. Dora helped me get over that though, simply telling me to own it, and make sure people don’t think they can treat me badly. As long as I never forget who I am then other peoples opinions dont matter to me. Not really. Although sometimes I do lose my temper and lash out, but those people are the ones who deserve it, like Pansy. Our first week she started on me so i…”

“Pulled her hair,” George laughed. “Me and Fred watched that. We thought you we’re going to be a bully to be honest, but then later we saw you with Neville, comforting him. You seemed so sweet then.”

“Oh I am sweet, sometimes I just lose my cool. I just hate that people don’t get to know me first before saying stuff like I’ll end up like them.”

“You’re nothing like them. You're caring and sweet and kind and funny. You are nothing like them, don’t ever let anyone tell you you're like them.” George smiled sweetly placing his hand gently on her knee. It was nice for Y/N to be close like this with someone, different from the kinds of friendships she already had. Most people she didn’t really enjoy sharing with, but George was not like everyone else, he was just George, a sweet and honest boy who wanted to get to know her right here in the present, and leave the past behind.

“Thank you,” she smiled back, placing her hand just over his as she looked away, looking out at the view in front of them.

“I must say though, your quick responses to people are usually pretty amazing,” George laughed, his eyes never leaving her face. “The other day for example when you had that kid against the wall, that was fierce, like proper fierce.”

As the night carried on, so did the conversation, both being comfortable in each other presence. They laughed, joked, and smile at each other the whole time. George could not believe for one second how amazing this girl was. He had worried that maybe he had built her up too much in his mind, maybe she wouldn't be as amazing as he had thought but she was everything and more. She was sweet and kind and wanted to know everything about him and his family, but she had a wicked side, a sarcastic wit about her that gave her the perfect edge. George could only sit and admire as talked, stunned by her perfection.

“... and then mum and dad came running out to find Dora stuck up a tree on dads broomstick with me sitting under her covered from head to toe in paint. I don’t think mum has ever looked so disappointed, nor has dad ever laughed so hard at us.”

“You and your sister sound as if you could rival even me and Fred when it comes to causing trouble.”

“Oh yeah, you’d like her I think, she's very much her own force of nature, doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks about her, does as she pleases and could easily cut a bitch if she needed too.” As they laughed they both looked out to the view in front of them to see the sky as its colour changed, a light coming up from the ground as the sun slowly began to show its head. “Its morning already.” Both shared a sad looked, knowing that soon the school would be filled with students bustling about on their usual Sunday activities.

“Yeah, shame, but I had a great time, thank you for agreeing to come with me,” George smiled lovingly at Y/N, who smiled back, a happy glint in her eye. George didn't want this moment to end and after the night they had just shared he knew he wanted her by his side more than just tonight “I wanna ask you something though. You don’t have to get back to me right away though, which is completely fine because I know we’ve just starting properly talking a…”  George was cut off with Y/N’s lips gently landing on his. At that moment his heart exploded, butterflies filled his stomach and his ears rang with bells, fireworks and every other cliche in the book. Y/N went to pull away as George seemed to be motionless in shock until his hand held onto her waist pulling her a little closer, his lips moving against hers, allowing her to relax into the embrace.

When they pulled away both had a smile on their lips. George couldn't help but feel that in this very moment nothing could possibly have been better than being here with her.

“You were trying to ask me something?” Y/N smirked. George only grinned back, kissing her again, knowing she knew the question, and the way she kissed him back, he knew she was saying yes. George Weasley was now dating Y/N Lestrange and nothing in the world could make him happier.

[itsallavengers]

The Problem With Communication

For the REAL MVP’S WHO BOUGHT ME ICECREAM EARLIER, MIMI AND STRIVINGARTIST. YALL ARE THE BEST.

Anyway, have some deaf!Tony and smitten! Steve who fall in a love in a coffee shop, because I’m Basic like that.

It was stupid, to be half in love with a person you’d never even spoken to.

Steve watched as the barista named Tony swing the cardboard cup up in the air, bouncing it off his elbow without even looking and landing it on the counter with ease. Long, beautiful fingers flipped the switches on the coffee machine and set it off working, and then he jerked his head, flipping the thick curls out of his face, letting Steve see the tiniest flash of the most stunning blue eyes he’d ever seen. He set his focus on the coffee underneath his hands, his face intense, like all his attention was devoted to the fairly mundane task, and Steve knew he should probably stop watching right about now, because it was getting weird, but he just couldn’t help himself.

He’d been coming here every day for weeks, since he and his friends had opened up their comic-book store on the other side of the street to the café, and each and every time Steve had never had the courage to just go up and speak to the damn guy.

It might have been easier if the man actually served people, but it always tended to be someone else who took his order, and just Tony who made the drinks and then dipped back into the kitchen before Steve could speak a word. Sometimes though, he got a shy little smile from across the room when Tony was wiping down the tables or clearing up behind the counter and caught Steve watching him. Steve always quickly averted his gaze and tried to hide his blush at being caught out, and sometimes he would even hear the smallest and most lovely chuckles. They made Steve’s entire morning whenever he managed to coax one out of him.

They were currently communicating through half-hidden smiles, stolen glances, and occasionally Tony would draw smiley faces or leave little messages on the cup before the server handed it over to Steve from across the counter. Steve retaliated by leaving doodles of Tony at work on scraps of paper, and then dropping them hurriedly on the counter before hurrying away.

It was a bit stupid. Steve just needed to grow some courage and actually talk to him. But…

God, he was just so pretty. Steve knew that he would fumble it, and then he’d ruin everything and Tony would think he was super weird or something. He was… well, he was working up to it, okay, slowly. Thinking over what he could say. Working on his pickup lines.

 “This is pretty pathetic, dude,” Bucky told him as he sat across from Steve on the soft couches in the open-plan café. “Does your idea of flirting just involve staring at him like a creep until he calls homeland security or something?”

Steve blinked, and pulled his eyes away from Tony’s back as he reached up for some syrup on the top shelf. He then shoved Bucky sulkily. “It’s not pathetic,” he said, pouting a little. “It’s romantic.”

That made Bucky chuckle. “Oh, Steve, one day I’ll teach you how to flirt. Until then, though, I’ll just leave you with a simple task: fucking say hi to the guy.”

“It’s not that simple, Buck-“

“Why the hell not?”

“Because!” Steve flapped his hands, flustered, and then quickly tamed them into something more normal when Tony caught the action and looked over. Steve just smiled at him, and then felt his heart do a few flips ion his chest when Tony looked down for a second and then smiled back, before slipping into the kitchen again. Steve watched him go, and then whipped his head back to Bucky and pointed over at the space Tony had just occupied. “Have you seen him? He’s… he’s gorgeous! He almost certainly has a girlfriend, because he is hot and cute and straight, undoubtedly-“

“Oh, right,” Bucky scoffed, “because all these overdrawn staring matches and ridiculous smiles are just casual, definitely.” He leaned forward, grabbing his cup and taking a hearty swig of espresso. “Look, Steve, he’s into you. Even I can see that- although God knows why, after the flirting tactics you’ve been employing. But whatever works for you guys, I guess. Anyway- I’m going to leave you now, and when you get back on shift, I am expecting you to tell me that you at least said hi. At the very least.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m coming in here and telling him myself,” Bucky declared promptly, before standing up. “Good luck, buddy.”

Steve’s eyes widened in horror. “No, nuh uh, don’t you dare-“

“Now or never, Stevie!” Bucky jogged backward and grinned, waving a hand toward the counter where Tony had just reappeared. It was early on a Tuesday morning, so there was no-one else in the café at all aside from Steve, Bucky and Tony. The other ginger woman who usually manned the counter was nowhere to be seen, this time.

Steve flipped him the bird, but Bucky just cackled and then let the door shut with a small tinker of the bell. Tony was looking at the place Bucky had just left, blinking a few times in confusion, before he once more turned to Steve and then smiled once again.

Now or never. Now or never. Come on, Steve, just man up and say hi. Hi was easy. It didn’t mean anything. It was just a hi, for God’s sake.

He stood up and rubbed his palms on his jeans, before stumbling forward. Okay, this was going to be fine. He was just saying hello to his ridiculously attractive barista who he’d been staring at for pretty much one month straight.

Wandering up to the counter as casually as he could, he pressed his hands into the cool marble and leaned forward, clearing his throat. Tony, who was cleaning the espresso machine, didn’t seem to notice, and Steve resisted the urge to just turn tail and run. He’d got this far. He could do the rest, right?

“Hi,” he blurted, before his anxiety could start screaming in his ears. “Hi, I’m… I’m Steve.”

Tony didn’t even turn around.

Steve stopped, caught like a rabbit in the headlights. Tony hadn’t even acknowledged him at all. Oh, shit, now what was Steve supposed to do? Act like he’d never said anything? Never come to the café again? Apologize? See, this was why he should have just kept his mouth shut, how the hell was anyone supposed to talk to strangers, there should be a fucking rule book for this shit-

Tony turned, then, reaching for the cloth, and he saw Steve staring at him like a lost puppy. He stopped in his tracks.

“Sorry,” Steve blurted hurriedly, looking down and backing up, “sorry, I don’t… I didn’t… God, this is so weird, did I freak you out? Sorry-“

He paused his rambling when Tony gave him a blank look, and then held up his two hands. Steve just kept looking at him, entirely unsure of where to say.

But then Tony did a funny gesture with his finger. Moved it from his ear down to his mouth, and then licked his lips nervously. Steve stopped for a second, completely blanking. He had no idea what Tony was doing, and was far too frightened to even ask.

Tony did it again, and then shrugged. He looked slightly sad now, and his eyes fell away from Steve’s as he shook his head.

It clicked, somewhere in the back of Steve’s currently frozen-in-fear brain.

“You’re deaf?” He blurted, before shaking his head. Oh God. Idiot. He was asking a deaf person a verbal question.

Tony must have been able to lipread or something though, because he just nodded a little sadly. He shrugged, and then made an aborted movement with his hands like he was going to say something, before he realized that Steve wouldn’t understand it. He shuffled uncomfortably on his heels and looked down.

Oh. Tony was embarrassed.

Steve felt himself frown, his anxiety suddenly forgotten as he decided on a method to get around this problem. A second later, however, a beautifully lucky realization threw itself into his mind, and he jumped on his feet, making Tony look at him in surprise.

Steve grinned, and then held up a hand, beginning to step backward. “Wait here,” he said, hoping Tony could lip read well enough to understand what Steve was saying. To solidify the request, he pointed to Tony, and then to the ground, before suddenly turning on his heel and sprinting out of the door without another word, heading in the direction his little comic-book store where the rest of his friends were working.

He had a plan. 

    _____

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   Tony watched as Steve turned and hightailed it out of the café, and all he could do was sigh.

He hadn’t expected anything less. It’s what everyone did, when they realised that he was, y’know, deaf as fuck. Tony couldn’t even blame them. How was 90% of the world supposed to have anything to do with him, when he couldn’t even hold a conversation?

Steve had been nice, though. And hot. Tony had stupidly found himself wondering, just a little, whether Steve would be able to speak ASL- or just any sign language at all. Tony knew British, Spanish, French and Chinese sign language- any one of them would have been a Godsend, even if Steve had only known the basics.

Tony had still been too scared to actually do anything other than smile at him from across the room, though. Because he knew it was stupid to wish for things like this. Normal people didn’t know any sign at all. Normal people just tended to stare at him blankly when he shrugged and told them he was deaf, and then make some hasty excuse to leave so they wouldn’t have to attempt the awkward task of communication.

Tony looked down, and bit his lip. It was fine. He didn’t have time for more people than Rhodey and Pep, anyway. He was busy inventing, and writing up his thesis for MIT. Other important things. More important than friends, for sure.

Slapping the cloth a little more violently than usual onto the counter, Tony wiped down the surface and tried not to think about Steve, and how he probably wasn’t actually going to come into the café and smile at him again. Which was fine. Maybe Steve would see him in five years, when Tony was on TV, famous for his designs, and able to hear everything perfectly thanks to the invention he was currently working on.

Hah. That’d show him. And Howard, who’d kicked him out four years ago at fifteen after getting too bored of trying to fix Tony and decided him a lost cause. And all the teachers who’d looked down on him and thought he was stupid. And everyone-

There was a sudden movement ahead of him, and he looked up curiously.

Well. Okay. He really… hadn’t expected to see Steve back so soon. And this time, he was dragging a friend along with him. With ashy, spiky blond hair, he was short and stocky, and looked rather confused to be here. Tony was feeling the same way.

Steve looked over to him and smiled brightly, and Tony just blinked. Steve, apparently unperturbed, turned to his friend, and spoke rapidly, too fast for Tony to be able to catch and lipread. He stood there rather awkwardly, until the blonde man turned to Tony in surprise, and then grinned.

Then he lifted his hands and signed ‘hi, I’m Clint.’

Tony took an instinctive step backward in shock. Steve was just smiling happily.

It took a moment for him to be able to respond. Too busy staring at Steve incredulously. ‘Hi,’, he signed back, ‘I’m Tony. And I’m... very confused’

That made Clint laugh, and he turned to Steve and repeated Tony’s words, keeping his mouth facing Tony as he did it. Tony read easily this time, because Clint’s mouth moved slowly, expertly. Steve nodded, and then smiled brightly at Tony. It was like the sun, Tony thought a little dazedly.

Steve said something else to Clint, who nodded with a small roll of his eyes. He turned back to Tony, and then lifted his hands once more. ‘Steve’s asked me to tell you that he thinks you’re really pretty, and he’s been wanting to talk to you for ages, but he never knew how to start it because he’s an awkward bitch.’

Tony grinned, and cocked his head. ‘How hard were you paraphrasing there?’ he asked, because he’d been watching Steve’s mouth, and was pretty sure that it hadn’t been saying things like that.

Clint shrugged. ‘Oh, none of that actually came out of his mouth. He told me to tell you something about dumb cup flips and the smiley faces you drew which he liked, because he is way too socially awkward to  actually let you know about his massive crush. But he is totally smitten. He talks about you all the time at work.’

Tony raised his eyebrows, feeling his heart speed up a few notches. He looked to Steve, who was grinning a little bashfully, and rocking back and forth on his heels. It was adorable, and it was… it was touching. That Steve had thought to do this for him, to go to that much effort.

Most people just gave up.

He kept eye contact with Steve as he signed ‘can you tell him that I think he’s cute?’ over at Clint.

Clint did, and then Tony watched as Steve blushed firetruck red and then bit his lip as he held his smile down, looking to his shoes. Tony didn’t hear his own laugh, but he felt the vibrations in his throat.

Steve paused for a moment, before stepping forward. He didn’t break eye contact with Tony as he snagged a pen from his pocket and then held out his hand. Tony may have been deaf, but he knew a cue when he saw one, and he dutifully held out his own hand in response, aware of how fast his heart was going underneath his skin.

Steve really wanted… to keep this up? Even when he knew that Tony was-

Steve’s mouth started to move, and Clint translated with the appropriate signals, diverting Tony’s attention. ‘Steve says that you should text him sometime. He would love to get to know you, but he’s going to need a month before taking you out to dinner, if that would be okay?’

Tony felt the pen scrape against his wrist, and felt the warmth of Steve’s fingers. He swallowed, and then nodded dumbly. ‘Sure’, he responded, which Clint then told Steve, who positively radiated happiness when he looked to Tony again.

When he dropped Tony’s hand, he immediately missed the heat. Tony remained rooted to the spot, somewhat unable to process the information his brain was receiving.

Steve wanted to go on a date with him. Steve wanted his number so they could text.

No one had ever asked him on a date before.

He smiled nervously, and then signed ‘I’ll text you tonight then, hot stuff,’ which made Clint grin when he processed it, and Steve blush even redder when it got translated for him. Tony felt himself laugh again, and he stepped back, unable to quite wipe the smile from his face, even as Steve backed off and left the café, waving as he went.

As soon as he was gone, Tony pulled out his phone and then typed in the number, the light feeling in his heart making his fingers shake the tiniest amount. He was scared, and he had no idea how to do any of this, and would almost certainly ruin it in less than a week, because that was just the way he worked, but-

Well. Steve liked him. That was… more than anything Tony had ever had before. It sent a weird feeling into the pit of his stomach; fear and panic and a weird kind of hysterical happiness, that centred itself right above his heart.

 Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

     _____

 _____

   Steve swallowed nervously, hands going through his hair for the seventh time that minute as he looked to the entrance of the restaurant and waited for Tony to walk through the doors.

Over the past month, they’d pretty much been texting non-stop. Steve found that not only was Tony amazingly attractive, but he was funny too. And kind. And interesting. And smart, god, Tony was pretty much the perfect guy, wrapped up in a beautiful package. It was a wonder that no one had picked him up already.

Steve couldn’t exactly say he minded about everyone else’s idiocy, however. It just meant that Tony was there, for him.

And, of course, speak of the devil-

Steve’s breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of Tony as he slipped through the doors. Dressed in a midnight blue suit, curls styled out of his face, aside from one ringlet which had fallen free and draped itself over one of Tony’s piercing blue eyes. His gaze shifted across the room rapidly, and Steve waved, standing up so suddenly that he almost knocked the bottle of water over in his clumsiness.

Tony smiled at him- the same shy little thing that they’d been sharing at the café for nearly two months now- and Steve just melted.

He wandered forward, a little nervously. He seemed to be searching for someone else- Clint, no doubt- but when he came up blank, his face twitched into the smallest frown of confusion, and he looked back to Steve.

Taking a deep breath, Steve lifted his hands and signed ‘you look beautiful’.

For the past month, he’d been taking lessons whenever he could. He had Clint testing him every night, and his quick learning meant that he’d managed to grasp the basics of it all fairly rapidly. He could finger spell with ease, and for the words that he didn’t know or couldn’t understand, he’d brought a pen and paper handy with him too.

Tony froze, eyes going wide. Then he laughed. Loud and untamed due to the fact that Tony could not hear himself, Steve thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world. He lifted his own hands and signed slowly, ‘you learned for me?’

Steve nodded. ‘I’m still bad. You have to sign slowly. But I have pen and paper in case I don’t…’ he paused, trying to think of the word, before clicking his fingers and finishing with the ASL for ‘follow’.

Tony was looking at him with a face so full of softness and… and emotion. He licked his lips and looked away, and when he looked back, Steve noticed that his eyes were a little damp. Immediately, Steve’s face fell, and he rushed forward, going to reach out for Tony’s hands, before pulling back and signing ‘sorry, sorry, I just wanted to make it easy for you’

Tony shook his head though, and he smiled, even when the first tear fell from his cheek. He cupped Steve’s cheek with soft and lovely fingers, just for a moment, before pulling away and signing ‘No one has ever gone to that much effort to understand me before.’

Steve stopped, and then he clenched his jaw, gathering all of his confidence and then taking Tony’s hands into his own. Pressing the most feather-light kiss to his knuckles, Steve smiled, and then dropped them. ‘Well, no one else knew what they were missing out on.’

Tony huffed, and quickly wiped his face, before looking back to Steve. Taking in a small huff of air, he suddenly leaned up onto his tiptoes and then placed his hands lightly to Steve’s chest, kissing him ever so softly on the mouth. It was nervous and quick, and when Tony pulled away he was looking down at his feet, blushing bright red.

God, Steve was so lucky.

“I have a feeling this is going to go really, really well,” Steve said out loud whilst Tony was still looking down at his shoes, feeling as if the grin on his face was bright enough to light up the entire room.

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Me in the hospital: i cannot sleep for 24 hours, the slightest noise is blaring, i am perpetually anxiety adrenaline

As soon as i get home: has the best sleep of my life

I usually take an hour to get to sleep each night but i totally just curled up like a snail and dropped into dreamland instantly. And i woke up to a nice warm house cos the heating turned on while i was asleep, and now all the anesthetic is completely worn off so i feel energized and great! And my throat pain has eased up so thankfully i wont have to be liquids only for as long as i thought. I was all hyperactive and cooked a great fancy omelette and it tastes like heaven itself! Its so weird how stuff tastes slightly diffetent when its the first time youve been able to chew with the right side of your mouth in five years. I guess the tastebuds on the sides of your tongue are slightly different? When i eat everything now im gonna be rolling it all over my mouth like WOW ITS ALL SO NEW AGAIN! Will probably look nuts in the middle of mcdonalds with my cheeks puffed like a squirrel XD

Oh and this is also a great excuse to drink loads of chocolate milkshakes from my milkshake viking mug! I feel so energized with calcium and yums!! EVERYTHING TASTES SO NEWWWWWWW

Oh man i do feel a bit sleepy again now after just being up for a few hours tho. I have these good jaw pain specific medicines i have to take for the next two weeks til my followup appointment to check if theres any infection left. But man i feel SO ALIVE AGAIN im pretty sure all the rot is gone! It feels so wild having space in my mouth and not constant clenchy tightness. It actually hurts less recovering from the surgery than it did before, lol! I can feel all my teeth moving apart again and loosening up into normality and the gums healing up all their injuries and oh god i just love how they cleaned out all the broken parts of my teeth and capped them with these great replacements that look so real you'd never be able to tell! My smile looks not ugly!! My smile looks not ugly!! Aaaaa! I just expected regaining the right side of my mouth, i didbt expect to e like "holy shit it must have hurt even more than i realized cos this feels so amazing now". Like i guess i got used to putting up with it and forgot how it felt to not have painmouth? Underestimated how good a teeth can be! And man i never asked for reconstructive cosmetic stuff too but they did these caps and aaa my teeth never looked his good even when they were new!! My front teeth were always crooked even before they did the weird balogna slam together and shattered into a pile of crap. And now they look like perfect supermodel teeth!! The only side effect is that its a lil hard to get used to the lack of gaps between them now after so long dealing with the shattered mess. My tongue keeps being like "oh no did something get stuck in the gaps again oh wait there arent any" and then i subconsciously try to clean them after taking every bite and just bite my tongue instead. Man i never noticed i picked up a bunch of weird mannerismd cos of tje bad teeth! I was constantly paranoidly checking my mouth 24/7 in case the slightest thing made it even worse, and eating super gently so that nothing accidentally touched the Wrong Tooth and set off a jolt of pain. And i actually needed to get a filling put in on the leftmost back tooth that was the ONLY TOOTH I COULD USE TO EAT WITHOUT PAIN for all this time! Overuse of it meant that it got ground down a little and probably would have become painful too if i'd left it any longer. Then i really would have been all soups all the time and that sucks!! Soups are good but nothing but then gives u stomach issues. The bad poops!!

Man sorry im rambling so much im just so hyper and happy and also still kinda dopily sleepy! Im not still delirious or anything i just feel the happy kind of sleepy where the anesthetic is all gone and its not "oh god i cant stay awake" and more natural sleepyness of a long day being over and everything being okay. I had such a good long nap and i feel well rested after getting so little sleep beforehand due to all the dumb anxiety. And i still feel dozey but happy doze~

Anyway its awesometo be able to really chug and crunch a foods! With the other side of my mouth i forgot about! And taste milkshake to its fullest extent!! Oh and whats weird is that the reconstructive surgery capping on my front teeth means that theyre kinda one tooth now? The caps are all linked in a single piece to fill the gaps fully without even the natural ones you'd have on healthy teeth. So its like a solid tooth guard just sculpted to look like three teeth. Itll be tricky to train myself out of thts subconcious rubbing the gaps with my tongue when theyre not even there. But i expect once i get over the unfamiliarity this triple cap will be really useful! Theyre totes reinforced so that even if i do get tight mouth problems again and the front teeth take the brunt of the pressure, now theres no gaps to smash into each other and become a painful mess. Its like scaffolding reinforcing my whole mouth by fixing the loadbearing beam, or something.

Oh also these pain meds make u a little bit more sleepy than normal paracetamol so i'll probably doze off again soon. But hopefully i will have slept off most of the "healing debt exhaustion" tomorrow and will be able to go walk down the shops and buy some icecream and other soft food. I mostly stocked up on purely liquid food cos i tjought my mouth function would be more limited. But honestly the teeth are working so much better than before, they were already so swollen and painful that i couldnt crunch stuff! Now the mild discomfort of mid-healing from surgery feels like barely anything and i bet i could bite thru a goddamn rock right now! I just cant really swallow crunchy stuff or stuff thats too salty or citrusy. I didnt even know about the stabbity throat pipe so i didnt expect it to be the most painful part that takes the longest to heal. It feels so weird cos i keep coughing like my brain thinks theres phelgm stuck in my throat when its actually a skin flap/blister from the insertion. So obviously that aint going anywhere and i have to try and force myself not to cough or swallow or else i set off this cjain of "must get thing out of throat must puke" reflex. And the pain feels like a sore throat but it isnt?? Its not really inflamed ot anything its just an actual friction burn on the opening of my airway. Which is not a common occurance so the brain is justvlike "what the fuck is happening, must send all contradicting signals at once!" So sore throat medicine wont work cos that goes down your throat passage to your stomach when really this lil skin tag blister thing is in the lung throat opening thing. And sucking on throat sweets made it worse cos all the muscles were really tense around the area where the tube was inserted, hence why it was hard to swallow food even tho it was my windpipe that hurt. And sucking on something is kinda like perpetually swallowing nothing, when you think about it? Im glad that the muscle tenseness is mostly gone now and the painkillers are helping with the ouch, and my brainis getting usedto not coughing and making it worse. But still should eat soft easily swallowable stuff for a lil while and it'll be fun to go aroundthe shops with my last pocketful of change and find neat ingredients to stick in omelettes. Im so excited to taste all my favourite things in new HD functional mouth power!!! And i can smile at the shopkeeper!!!

And oh man i really do think that my sleeping problems with stiff neck and that kind of 'bloodrush to the head' migraine were indeed part of the bad wisdom teeth bleeding internally under the gum. I thought it had to be that cos nothing else in my life changed around that time aside from getting a better and healthier bed which should have been beneficial to my neck. And even going back to sleepong on the floor like before didnt make a difference so it definately wasnt the bed! And it kept getting worse while nothing was changing, and i kept trying different things like changing my pillows and headphones and cutting caffeine out of my diet and eating more salt and eating less salt and fuckin ANYTHING ELSE cos i knew if it really was the dumb tooth being infected then there was nothong i could do about it til my surgery day arrived. Itd be such a relief to know for sure that it was indeed the tooth and now that nonsense is gonna be gone forever! But also thats really worrying to know that it was getting so bad it could have spread an infection to my jawbone and the top of my spine if itd been left much longer. I kept sneezing up blood lumps like the size of a fifty pence piece! Had never had nosebleeds for a decade and now suddenly all the time! God it feels so good to be able to lay my head down and not feel all woozy and tense im the forehead or neck. I really hope this good neck untenseness continues and the awful aches really were just the tooth. But everyone in the hospital was so nice that i think even if i do need a second surgery to check for jaw infection then id be able to be less nervoud than i was this time

Man do u ever get that thing where youre so peaceful and contented that like you can breathe easier? Like subconciously taking bigger breaths and the middle of your chest feels slightly puffed out and warm. I guess thats what the "heart leaping in yout chest" idiom is meant to refer to, lol! Or maybe i can just literally breathe easier cos the tooth pain might have been passing into my nasal cavity too, lol. My entire head feels so less tense!! Its like all my bones were rebelling against me and now they're at peace again!! Man i feel so giddy happy like i chugged a giant energy drink or something but its the opposite its a good sleeps drink XD

So im gonna go lie down again and have a relax and watch a movie or something and see if i pass out when the medicine kicks in, or if its not too bad and i can still continue my hyper mood. But my nap was so long that its too late to go to the shops now anyway so i'll just make more plain omelette and milkshake if i get hungry. I mean it doesnt taste plain when all my sense of taste is so amplified likethis! I dont mind if its all i can eat all week. PURE MILKSHAKEY DECADENCE

Aaaaa im just so happy!! I missed my chance to get the new. Kingdlm hearts but ive beenwaiting fkr this surgery for ages too and it feels like just as much of an exciting relief!

[kitamonn]

boyfriend!namjoon

The Cutest Man on This Planet���

Yeah i know people see namjoon as a super charismatic and sexy rapper but consider this: soft namjoon

Have you seen his shy little smile where the apples of his cheeks light up and his eyes squish together im wEAK

Bookclub member nams is back

You can’t convince me he isn’t the kind of the guy who would attend a bookclub and get all giddy and excited over his favorite novels

He strikes me as the kind of guy who goes on tangents about his fave books and just starts rambling to anyone who so much as mentions the book title

Then gets all embarrassed when he realises he’s been talking about dumbledore's death for like 40 minutes

Has the fattest crush on you but is great at hiding it, you didn’t know he liked you until he blurted it out while you were on a date having lunch

Lowkey into debates and highkey into 2am shower thoughts

Will actively try to hold your hand in any situation

Not that much into PDA, but hand holding? 110% yes he’s ready at all times

Will absentmindedly play with your fingers or ring when he holds your hand, he’ll thread your fingers together, feel the little hairs on your knuckle etc.

But he’ll get super shy if you bring it up

In private he likes you on his lap (in a cute kind of way), and if your uncomfortable with that he just enjoys your head on his shoulder or your legs on his lap

One hand on your thigh and one on the steering wheel hA

As much as he likes discussions, he also just likes to listen to you talk while you lie in bed and watch TV, doesn’t matter what your talking about he just finds your voice soothing

Won’t admit it but he’s fallen asleep listening to you ramble

A super heavy sleeper, useless for like 10 minutes when he wakes up relatable

Enjoys icecream dates and garage sale dates whenever he has the time

Walks along the riverside or around your neighbourhood, through vintage stores, into bookshops or bakeries until you find the perfect Kim Daily photoshoot location

You have become his new no.1 fan and photographer, and also, at times, his voice of reason

“Namjoon i swear to god if you wear those pants into public i am canceling this relationship”

Every now and then you find a shirt in his collection that you actually like, and it promptly becomes part of your collection

Despite having so many clothes, nams knows every single piece he owns and notices that your wearing his shirt

He won’t say anything though, you look cute in his shirt of course ;)

Extra credit if its an oversized pyjama shirt

Has a sweet coffee, soft cotton, old book and faint cologne aesthetic

Will kiss his fingers and send the camera a finger heart at every concert no matter what, just for you <3

ultimate husband material

Can’t cook to save his life but that won’t stop him from mastering the use of the coffee machine. If your forte is tea or hot chocolate, he’ll master the perfect cup just the way you like it

Has memorised your cafe order, mobile number, go-to shampoo and conditioner brand, favourite colour, number and animal, life motto, your parents, siblings and friends names, what you want to name your first child etc.

He even remembers your weird habits and embarrassing secrets that you don’t remember telling him but must have at one point

Getting real, i see namjoon as being very open to his significant other

While i can see him liking both older and younger people, i feel he would appreciate someone who understands when to be childish and when to be mature, someone who understands his responsibilities and will stand by him

I imagine he’s very serious when it comes to relationships, at first it might seem as if he is keeping up face and slightly reserved, but would slowly open up to you when he feels comfortable

He makes a lot of decisions every day, is a devoted leader and older brother to his members and very passionate about his music, someone who can't understand this may have a hard time

He needs someone who would support him as his pillar and cheer him on while also becoming a person he can fall back on and open up to

Having someone he can come home to where he can strip away labels as a leader and idol and enjoy a chilled and supportive environment, i imagine, would be his ideal.

As much as he loves being with you, everyone needs their own time - Knowing when he needs time to himself and when he needs you.

Okay back to the cute stuff

Totally into couple clothes, but like lowkey ones like shoes or accessories or bags

Super proud of you, gets all happy and proud when someone mentions you like ‘yeS that is MY BAbY!!!!”

Very supportive and will always cheer you on no matter what you want to do

“Crochet? I’m sure you’ll be amazing ... omg, babe, you could totally make us some placemats!!”

A happy boyfriend who enjoys lazy mornings and passionate evenings, he’s happy as long as he’s with you

Tells you a new fact or something he learnt recently every night before he goes to bed, he’s a boy of knowledge and cant help but want to share it with you

Often send you photos he’s taken of things that remind him of you, and you do the same - he finds it super endearing that he’s the first thing on your mind when you see certain things!

this cutie is such a sweet and caring boyfriend you can fight me on it

and next is my boy nams, half of the points i wrote for him i slapped in the NSFW version so you get an exclusive soft namjoon™ post for now :)

thank-you for reading!

- kit

[stayhereforbrad-blog]

Bradley Simpson; Shades On

Chapters before

Eloise’s POV

Chapter five-

I got changed into my bikini and went next door to Bradley’s room. As I was about to go in, Natalie came walking out, ‘Oh hi Eloise, Brad’s just taking a phone call. Do you want to walk down with me and he can catch up?’ I replied ‘Yeah sure!’ As we were on our way down to the pool Natalie started teasing me about tonight, ‘Eloise are you excited for tonight? I can’t wait for you to see what Bradley’s has planned! You’ll love it, I promise you! Also remember to use protection.’ As she finished her ramble she winked at the end, making the heat rise to my face. I tried to play it off by chuckling and shaking my head. ‘Eloise, I don’t mean intude on anything but do you have feelings for Brad? Any at all, even if they’re only small.’ I couldn’t believe what Natalie was asking. Do I have feeling for Bradley? ‘Ah-am well yeah he’s attractive, he’s got an amazing personality and good sense of humour, he is all in general just an amazing person who I’m so lucky to have met. There’s nothing that would stop me from ever having anything with him, if that’s what you’re asking. Maybe once we know eachother a bit longer, then yeah.’ Natalie then hugged me and whisper, ‘I know he feels the same about you, trust me. There’s not many girls he would pay attention to like he does with you. Of course he’d always be open for conversation with anyone, he’s just that type of person that anyone could open up to.’

Once we got down I decided to sunbath. I tan quite quickly even if the sun isn’t that strong. I put in my earphones and shuffled my Spotify playlist, I lay on the sunbed and closed my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep as I was awoken by someone tapping my arm. I opened my eyes to see my mum hovering over me, ‘Sorry love, I thought I’d wake you incase you wanted anything to eat, they’re serving snacks over there.’ I checked the time and it was 12PM, wow I must have slept for about 2 hours. ‘Yeah mum I’ll go over in a minute, thanks.’ She was about to walk away but then she turned back around and said, ‘Oh and honey by the way, me and you dad have got a surprise for you at about 1:30PM.’ And with that she walked off.

I went over to get some food. I ended up going for a burger and salad with a bottle of water. As I was walking back over I spotted Bradley walking over towards where our parents were sitting. When I got over I gave him a hug and he sat down on my sunbed. Anne Marie had brought down a spare plate of food for anyone who wanted it so Bradley took it and we all sat on the sunbeds talking and eating.

It was now 1:30PM and my mum and dad came down with a massive birthday gift bag. In it was a new iPhone X and a holiday to Hawaii, although it wasn’t until August. I couldn’t thank them enough! I was allowed to bring one friend with me but I wasn’t going to worry about picking them until nearer the time.

It was turning 2:30PM and we were still all sat talking about everything and anything. Me and Bradley excused ourselves to go and get ready for our little event he has planned. When we got into the lift I realised I didn’t know what to wear, ‘Bradley what type of outfit will I wear tonight?’ He replied, ‘Wear something you’ll be comfortable in, maybe like shorts, a dress anything really, but make sure it isn’t fancy, just casual. Do you get me?’ The lift pinged and we both got out, ‘Okay, well I’ll see you a while then.’ He waved me off as we both walked into our rooms.

I hopped into the shower, washing my body and hair. I decided to let my hair dry naturally so I put on my red lacy underwear. I still wasn’t sure on what to wear for this evening. But then I realised that it was Bradley and he wouldn’t judge me. I threw on a pair of black ripped shorts along with a red lacy bodysuit along with my black vans. As you can tell I like red and lace. I didn’t want to put too much makeup, I prefer to keep it natural. I filled in my eyebrows, added some concealer, mascara and bronzer with a natural lipstick. As I finished getting ready my hair was dry and I’d half an hour left until I was meeting Bradley so I started to lightly curl it. I added some hoops to my first ear piercings, then small studs into my second piercings. I quite liked how I was looking this evening, my outfit was causal but like I had made an effort. I grabbed a small bag and put a lipstick, my phone, my purse and a few other things in it.

Once it hit 4PM there was a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal Bradley standing with a single red rose along with an envelope and a cheesy smile. He was wearing black denim shorts that came to his knees along with a pink nude coloured top along with his black vans also. ‘You look absolutely amazing Eloise.’ He smiled whilst taking in my outfit. ‘You look incredibly handsome Bradley.’ I smiled whilst looking into his eyes. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek. ‘I also got this for you.’ He said sweetly whilst handing me the red rose. I looked at him in adoration, ‘Thank you Bradley, I appreciate it.’

‘Also here’s a little something for your birthday.’ He smiled at me. ‘Bradley you didn’t have to get me anything!’ I said as I opened the envelope. I pulled 2 Artic Monkeys tickets out. ‘OH MY GOD NO YOU DIDNT IS THIS A JOKE? THANK YOU THANK YOU!’ I screamed with excitement, throwing myself at Bradley hugging him. ‘I’m glad you like them! You can bring a friend.’ He said beaming. ‘Are you stupid? I’ll bringing you!’ I giggled. We left the hotel hand in hand, and walked to a restaurant nearby the beach. We ordered starters and main courses along with a few drinks. This restaurant is lovely, it was outdoors with a glass roof and no walls, it was decorated with fairy lights and flowers all over. It was fairly busy, a few couples out having meals. It was practically dark now. I looked across the table at Bradley who was looking around the restaurant like I was previously. I started at him, taking in all his features. He really is beautiful. I was deep in thought until he turned his head and looked at me, a smile forming on his lips. The food arrived and we both tucked in.

We finished the food and it was absolutely beautiful! We then got a deserts menu and chose the chocolate fudge cake between us. It arrived and it had the chocolate fudge cake with melted chocolate over it, 2 strawberries and icecream, along with the 2 spoons. As we were eating it Bradley decided to be cute and wanted to feed me, so I let him. I lifted my leg to cross it over my other and accidentally kicked Bradley from under the table, I’m not sure what I kicked but I heard a moan coming from him. ‘Oh my God I’m sorry Bradley!’ He just shook his head, ‘No ah you’re alright.’ We were both giggling as we tried to feed eachother until there was none left. We finished our drinks and Bradley called for the bill. The bill came and before I could look at it he had snatched it and was getting his wallet out. ‘No Bradley let me pay for mine!’ He just shook his head and counted out the money putting it on the tray. I quickly grabbed it and seen it was $100. ‘Please let me pay for half, I didn’t want you to bring me out to pay for me!’ He replied with, ‘No can do Eloise. It’s your birthday, please just let me treat and spoil you.’ I sighed. ‘Fine but I’m paying you back.’

We left the restaurant and crossed the road to the beach. We walked along beside the water, hand in hand. Until we came to a stop. I looked up to see a boat with lit up. ‘Climb on board.’ Bradley whisperer in my ear. I turned round shocked, ‘You didn’t!’ I said as I hugged him. He just chuckled and climbed on behind me. We both took off our bags and sat at the back of the boat where there was already a blanket laid out. ‘I’ve been thinking Eloise, would you like to call this our first date?’ I was shocked, ‘Ah, yes I’d love to!’ He sighed in relief and smiled, he hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, tucking his head into my neck. Bradley sat, his arms holding him up from behind and I lay with my back against his front. As I sat down, I felt something poking into my lower back. That’s when I remember what happened at the restaurant, oops. I turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The boat ride was about 30 minutes long, it was so nice getting to see Barbados all lit up at night from afar. The boat stopped and that’s when we were at our destination.

To be continued...

24/3/18

[gladion-oneshots]

Gladion X Reader: Period Struggles

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Request

Prompt: “Thinf were reader is on her perioid and her ans gladion get in a fight cuz he doesnr undersrand whats going on with her” ~Anon

Warnings: Periods, swearing.

Other: I am SO SORRY I know this wasn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope the little fluff makes up for it...?

Author: Yulta~

You groaned in pain as you rolled off of your boyfriend's body, your muscles seizing in the process. You felt your uterus tearing itself into shreds just for the sake of it.

“(Y/n)?” Gladion questioned as he sat up and looked at you with worried eyes. You sprung up and glanced under the sheets, cursing as you saw you had turned perfectly good white linen into a bloodbath.

You felt tears slip down your cheeks. That would be the hormones taking over, which made you even more upset. You dashed to the washroom, muttering apologies as you did so.

While you slammed the door, Gladion climbed out of bed with a roll of his eyes. “Damn it (y/n),” you heard him hiss.

You quickly turned on the shower and jumped in, letting the warm water wash away all of the sticky liquid that trailed down your thighs and up your stomach.

Once you decided you were decently clean and somewhat ready to slip past your boyfriend unnoticed, you finished our shower, dried yourself off, and threw on some extra clothes you had left a few weeks ago. You deemed toilet paper the best solution for not having a pad and tossed your messy hair into a ponytail.

You took a breath and turned the doorknob, creaking it open as quietly as you could.

You winced when Gladion stood before you, his eyes soft as they stared down at you.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, taking your arm and guiding you back to the now-changed sheets. “Do you need anything?”

You hid your blush and lay down, letting Gladion pull the covers onto your shivering body. He seemed surprisingly calm, so you simply said “pads or tampons would be nice.”

Gladion nodded and thought for a moment, “painkillers? Chocolate? Icecream? Here, I’ll grab the remote so you can watch some Netflix,” he began to ramble as he dashed around, collecting stuff for you.

You smiled as a package of double-chocolate oreos was plopped next to you. You leaned up and kissed Gladion, pulling away with a content sigh.

“I love you,” you murmured, your crankiness not kicking in yet.

“And I you.”