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taeyongs-scar · 2 years

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Babes! Plz do yunho smut of s.o sending a suggestive pic or text to him infront of boys/public and he wasn’t able to control himself and it leads from there. Wtv works for you! 🙈

Summary: Yunho receives some nice little photos and practice has to end early

Paring: Yunho x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: Welp first request down! #score! Anyways I hope you enjoy and it’s up to your expectations! Send more requests and I promise I’ll get around to them <3

Warnings: Back scratches, Oral (F recieving), Sending nudes, Public viewing of nudes

Word Count: 1,574

You sat on the couch watching yet another episode of your favorite tv show. If you recounted correctly this is your fifth episode today. You’d finished everything you needed to do for the day, including cleaning the kitchen and the bedroom of your apartment. Before swiftly moving onto the rest of it from your untamed boredom. So now your small apartment was more than clean and you sat alone in the dark waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He’s stuck at an all day practice and you didn’t think it would last all day and all night…

You checked the clock, 10:30 pm. It was time for him to come home and you knew exactly how to get that to happen.

You got up from the leather couch, finally out from underneath the fluffy blankets and stretched. It was a little scary seeing as you heard a few joints pop a little louder than usual. Regardless, you made your way to the bathroom, snapping a few pics in just the way that really made your ass look good. You looked through the couple you took, deciding that one wasn’t enough, you tried another angle. Surprisingly you made it work, after all you’re not exactly a nudes master. Looking through what you took, you choose the best two and send them to Yunho.

“Limited time offer <3”

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You paced your bathroom almost anxiously, now realizing that this might’ve not been the best idea. Thoughts of the other members seeing it, Yunho getting upset with you, and just the pure anxiety of waiting for a response ran through your mind at a thousand miles a second. Heaving a deep sigh you mentally ordered yourself to put the damn phone down. He’ll see it when he sees it. And god knows when he sees it, he’ll be running home to you. So that’s exactly what you did, you set the phone down, going back to your show and hesitantly pressing play.

Practice was long and tedious, Yunho had been here since eight in the morning. It was currently 10:40 and they just now got to take another thirty minute break. They’d been preparing for this comeback for two weeks so far and it was really go time. Learning the choreo, practicing the performance, looking through makeup and hair ideas with the stylists, singing the song, everything you could possibly think of, they’re working on it. And don’t get him wrong, he loves his job! But it’s so damn tiring. Yunho doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the long days. He missed you… These days were his least favorite since he had to be away from you the longest, excluding time on tours. That was a whole different beast. Of course the day is still fun considering he’s with his members, but you can only stand a group of boys for so long.

So when he checked his phone and saw you texted he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe an I miss you text? Or a support text? I love you maybe? At this point he’s thankful with anything you could say to him since he’s been away too long. Unlocking his phone he’s taken straight to your messages, eyes going wide when he sees what you’ve sent. You dirty girl… The man has to rub his eyes to make sure what you sent him isn’t just a figure of his imagination. Sure enough, it’s real. He gets himself far enough away from the guys so this marvelous sight can only be seen by him. Clicking on the first image he practically drools with what he sees. Goddamn it you’re not even dressed up and you’ve sure as hell got his attention. Just in your regular black panties you stand with your back arched just enough for your ass to really pop. He wishes you sent a picture with nothing on at all. Swiping to the next photo his eyes practically pop out of his head. You sit with one leg up on the bathroom counter, your ass looked so good. It was driving him crazy. He doesn’t even know how much longer this stupid practice is. And when he rereads your text he suddenly decides he doesn’t care. Who is he to let this delicious offer go to waste?

Quickly shutting off his phone and shoving it in his shorts pocket while putting on his best worried/ disappointed face. He slowly walks over to the guys, all of them immediately seeing the worried expression plastered on his face.

“What’s wrong Yunho?” Yeosang asks, taking a large sip of his water.

“Y/n… They’ve gotten sick and they don’t have any medicine at home… I’m sorry to interrupt practice but I-“

“It’s good Yunho, we’ll fill you in on whatever else we do. Make sure y/n is alright.” Hongjoong says with a pleasant smile, a tinge of worry also laced in his voice. All of the guys cared about you so to hear you got sick definitely worried them all just a little.

Yunho nodded quickly and grabbed his stuff, practically running out the door and back to your place. He was out of breath by the time he reached your apartment complex. He took a moment to catch his breath outside the door, praying he wouldn’t come off as too desperate. When he was collected he pushed open the door, seeing you curled up on the couch under your favorite blanket. This wasn’t all that uncommon for him to come home to, but tonight he wasn’t interested in sitting and having a tv binge night.

“So what made you think to text me while I’m practicing?” Yunho asks in a sultry tone.

Your head snaps to look at him before getting up and standing in front of him. “I wanted you home.”

“Well you got it baby,” he captures you in a passionate kiss, something he’s been waiting to do all day. His hands slide down your sides and roughly grab your ass. To which you can’t help but let out a yelp at the sudden grab.

Yunho pulls you into his arms, carrying you toward the bedroom. He wastes no time throwing you on the bedsheets you unfortunately just changed, looking you over as you lay splayed out on the white sheets. He takes off his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. It’s obviously no secret how excited he is, and the bulge certainly isn’t helping hide anything. You lay there with your arms above your head, laying all sexy, ready for him and it’s absolutely driving the poor man wild.

He stalks closer, quickly on top of you and taking off your bra, letting it discard to the floor just like your small black panties. His warm lips kiss down your body, over the swell of your breasts, down your beautiful stomach, and of course, to your now glistening core. He loved when you were so ready for him. How damn pretty you looked. Looking up at you from his position between your thighs, he begins licking up your juices. The man looks at you like a damn saint as he sins right below you. Gripping your thighs as his tongue explores deeper. You whimpered as the pleasure grew, feeling your legs tighten to hold his face in place. Damn did he fucking love that. He softly pressed a finger into you, stretching you out slightly before inserting another. Two was your sweet spot and he knew it. With his tongue on your clit and his fingers deep in you, you knew it was only a matter of time before you unraveled.

“Yunho! Fuck I’m close-“ You moan out, watching him work his skilled tongue over you.

“Come on my face baby. All over me.” He practically growled into you as he continued much more vigorously.

It was mere seconds before you were going to snap and you knew the feeling all too well. The toe curling sensation that you loved chasing with Yunho. It was like a tidal wave as it took you over. You could barely open your eyes to watch Yunho lick off your slick from his pretty face.

Your boyfriend gave you your moments to calm down, waiting for your chest to rise more evenly before pushing himself into you.

“Yunho what are you?-“

He looked down at you with a scoff, “you think you can just send me those pictures, get your high, and be done? You’re dead wrong baby. So fucking wrong.”

The look on his face was almost enough to make you finish again, seeing him practically fall apart at your warmth and how well you took him. He let out small grunts as he fucks you, not too fast but certainly not slow. He made sure to hit the spots that drove you wild, making you leave long red scratches down his perfect back.

“Harder baby. Leave marks your pretty marks on me” he moaned out as you scratched harder. You felt him still in you as he finishes, his head hanging from the pure pleasure.

As you ran your fingers over the deep scratches, Yunho whimpers. His body slightly shook at your touch. He loved it when you scratched him, when you continued until the poor boy bled. When he came down from his high he opened his beautiful eyes with a smile.

“Send me those pictures anytime baby.”

#kpop #fanfic #imagines #fanfiction #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez yunho #choi yunho #kpop smut

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wulfums · 2 years

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tell us about your bjh s/i / selfship!! i love the show... i've watched its entirety a few times now. what's he like? how'd he meet mr. pb? does he get along well with the other main characters, or not?

OMG so!

I have a lot for them - I started self shipping with Mr Peanutbutter when the first season aired, before the show got big. So I was the only BJHM self shipper back then so I was kinda well known for it (like people would send me fics in my asks...miss that)

My guy is named Deerdog! His real first name is Rex but he just gets called Deerdog. He's a purple tufted deer (The deer with the fangs!)

Here's an old image of them- it was submitted to me on anon back then and I never knew who did it. It looks So Canon that I wonder if a crew member did it(Once again, if anyone knows who Did draw it, lmk!)

Here's a more up to date pic of them together by worstie @sapiosexual-riddler (Worstie because I hate its username </3 /lh)

They met when Deerdog was a showrunner on a cartoon that Mr Peanutbutter was cast as a guest star for. Funny enough- BoJack originally had the voice role but Deerdog found him SO insufferable that he kicked him off the show. So he was expecting more stress recasting at the last minute- but Mr PB actually ended up making him laugh and to him, really did embody the character who was very sweet.

Deerdog made soooo many excuses to be around him- this was before Mr PB dated Diane(Deerdog is a lot older than he looks. He's cursed with babyface like me.)and PB happened to be single...so Deerdog shoot his shot and got a date. They really did hit it off well. The main issue was- Mr PB was very passive in standing up for Deerdog with other celebs. Deerdog had not had top surgery back then so he looked feminine. PB always got the pronouns right, but wouldn't always correct others who didn't- which wasn't alright At All and is why they ended up breaking up despite being good together otherwise. There was also issues with Deerdog's unmedicated/uncontrolled BPD. He did lash out and struggle with jealousy- a lot. They really both had their issues and it was best for them to split sadly.

So, flash forward to current day Hollywoo. What changes from the canon version is PB only dates Pickles for a short amount of time- she realizes a lot sooner she should *really* be with someone that 1. Wont cheat on her and 2. Is better (Joey Pogo My Beloved). In the show after they broke off, it's clear Mr PB is taking a break from dating. Well- dating women. I think he thinks back to the one man he dated...Deerdog. He thinks a lot about it for months and months- over the fact that he and Deerdog probably got on the best out of all his relationships. The fact that there wasn't the age power imbalance(Which...king this shouldnt have taken you SO long to figure out was an issue with your relationships but hey at least you finally did. Unlike SOME people. Staring at the fucked up horse.). They both had the same love language. Even after all this time, PB still thought about him pretty frequently. His other exes he was able to fall out of love with but IDK...Deerdog was different.

So he ended up finding Deerdog's art instagram and DMing him. Deerdog was honestly very surprised- he had been out of the TV/Movie game for a long time and was just doing indie projects now- he honestly thought PB had forgotten about him completely. He still had his aprehension- the main reason he hadn't really dated much since the breakup was due to society's transphobia which, sadly, had only gotten worse. But he agreed to meet up with PB.

When they met up for coffee at Starbarks, I think they started with small talk and then an awkward silence...and PB apologized for not sticking up for Deerdog- explaining that it wasn't OK. Deerdog was Very taken aback by this and maybe started tearing up a bit. The bar is on the floor but it was passed at the very least. Deerdog also explained he was very sorry for his behavior back then- he's since gotten therapy and mental health help, and if PB was open to it, he'd love to be friends again.

And well...they didn't stay friends long. Because they started dating again a few weeks into being Friends again. This time it goes much, much better. Their time apart had allowed them to grow as people.

Long Story Short, they DO get married- and everyone thinks it's going to end like the last ones since they had only been dating a year...but it didn't. It lasts- it's still going. They absolutely have issues sometimes but they're able to use coping skills and communication skills instead of letting themselves bottle it up and get mad about it.

Their ship name is Peanutbutterjelly btw

#deerdog #peanutbutterjelly

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carlotaflaneur · 4 months

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#8 february 2024

How are you ?¿ hope you're cherishing the beginning of 2024 :-) I already feel it's brought so much joy, what a lovely start of the year !!! let's take a mental pic :-)

Some of my closest friends have told me they enjoy receiving my newsletter; they say they can feel me close as they read it. You guys keep me going… I write for me and for you. You know who you are !! I love you and I hope you're in a calm place.

I have the strong feeling that I'm facing a vital/creative revelation moment. I feel I've found a balance I'd been longing since… forever !! Finding balance means feeling at peace, which in turn means touching happiness :-) it's a sweet spot in my relationship with my music.

I make music because I adore it, because it comes out of my insides and I can't help it. But the process of making and sharing songs hasn't always been enjoyable; neither has it been being on stage or simply playing at home. I could often sense myself avoiding spending time with my instruments, hiding away. I would then ask myself: where does this suffering come from, if this is -supposedly- what I enjoy doing the most ?¿?

After many years of asking myself this question, I finally feel I got some answers ! Oh man I adore these revelation moments !!!

august 2023 – at the beach with Ferran (foto: Ferran Pegenaute)

Since I was a child, I’ve learnt to relate to life from a place of “excellence search”, placing importance in “doing things the right way”, or “the way they should get done”, or at least the way I sense I’m expected to do them. Since my career started, my brain had automatically destined most of its energy in creating an image of the “ideal Carlota”. A pristine version of myself that I had to pursue, which would eventually make me feel satisfied with my work - once I catched her.

Of course, the image of the “ideal Carlota” automatically rejects what we all know: no one's perfect, something perfect just can't exist. Despite this contradiction, the image lived inside of me and no step forward (small or large) that I’d take would be enough to reach the so-desired-satisfaction. There's always something you could be doing better; there'll always be things you won't know, things to learn from others.

And that would scare me. I would find it scary to think of the things that I still don't know; the idea of having to learn all of them would weigh on my shoulders and push me aside from the beautiful spark of learning. On many occasions I couldn't even grab my guitar, because I’m not a master playing it and that would make me feel miserable. Of course, not playing guitar would also make me feel miserable…… hahahah

I can't tell when it was that I started being aware at all times of the place in my body from where I was doing stuff; my intention. At some point I placed attention and care on my intentional being, and was able to start rewiring my brain and acknowledging that the true drive of learning can't be reaching excellence.

Fortunately, I've learnt to devote my time to music from a place of comfort search. Every time I sing, play or listen to a song, I give myself the chance to look for those nuances that make me feel comfortable, somehow more alive.

I can’t really explain what a life changing experience this has been… being on stage feels so different when you’re looking for comfort instead of perfection :-)

I now enjoy thinking about the amount of stuff I yet not know; it feels fascinating and really exciting, rather than scary. I like to think that I’ll get to learn a bit of this huge amount... the bit I choose, the bit that I feel most driven to.

BIG HUG IN CAPITAL LETTERS see you soon <3

PS: I'm finally recording new stuff !!! I'll let you know about it

Carlota

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alarrytale · 8 months

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I think Nick is closeted bcus like Louis it is noticeable there is no sexual chemistry with women but how is this ambiguous thing going to play out when we see with Harry that he is now getting so much backlash for it. How will he do queer roles while being closeted and not talking about his sexuality. People will eventually be vocal about it. Will he have to do Louis type denials which will lose him his queer fans. Will he go for a het fanbase like Harry which will probably be so mentally damaging to him considering he has mental health problems, and it will maybe hurt his creativity. I saw that he says Harry is an inspiration to him and well if he follows Harry's path then maybe he'll end up the same way as Harry and a negative image.

Hi, anon!

I know people like to contrast and compare nick to harry and louis, because that's what we know and that's our best frame of reference when it comes to closeting, queerbaiting and appealing to your target audience. But i think their situations are very different, and when the situations are differerent we can't expect the same results.

For one, Harry is currently straight presenting. He's holding hands with his current beard, making out with supermodels and getting tattoos for his gfs. His straight presenting isn't subtle, it's full on. It's aggravating for those of us who knows he's gay and with louis.

Secondly, Harry is also gay presenting, at least while touring. Singing medicine and his other bi music and waving rainbow flags and wearing glittery and feminine clothing. He's queercoding. That's a threath to the hets who wants to fantasise about marrying him.

The reason the queer community and some of the gp is calling him out for queerbaiting and his pr stunting is because he's playing both sides and stringing people along. Nobody wants that. It's problematic. He's created discontent on both sides, instead of keeping both sides happy. People are starting finding faults with him, calling him out more, engaging less and he's losing his shine. It creates pressure on harry, who is currently focusing on targeting the hets, who are the largest part of his fandom.

For nick it's very different. Nick isn't really straight presenting. I'd argue that he's queer presenting or presenting a very sexually ambiguous image. What he's presenting is a man who has a gayface, speaks about having both masc and femme traits, takes queer (and some straight) acting roles, attends pride, don't mind being called babygirl, refers to other men as sexy, who talkes openly about his mental health stuggles, his distain for toxic masculinity and advocates for prevention of men sexually assaulting women. He hasn't got time for relationships (his words) and hasn't been in one (publically) for a long time. Women are very comfortable around him and he cuddles up to both men and women, like the man baby he is.

Nick has never spoken directly about his sexuality. Even the daily mail agrees and they are the best source to gauge a celebrity's prefered narrative. He indirectly talks about being straight and it's easy to assume he is if you don’t dig a bit deeper. There are no pics or videos of him with women showing pda.

Nick also got a different fandom than harry. Nicks fandom is more like louis', predominantly queer or thinks that nick is queer. The composition of his fandom is due to his many queer roles. He's often refered to as a queer icon. As long as he wants to continue to do queer roles, i think he wants to keep his queer fandom. By changing the way he presents himself, for example by going very straight, like harry, he'd alienate the largest part of his fandom. I don't see a need for that, he's thriving and the fandom is thriving, by him just being himself. There is no fake baiting of either hets or queers. Harry is an inspiration for him, but i think it's mostly due to the androgynity in his fashion, something that nick wants to emulate.

It's hard to tell what strategy they are going for to make him known. The way he talks in interviews it doesn’t seem like they are going for stunting and pr relationships, but rather let his talent speak for itself. He wants to be taken seriously as an actor and not be known as a celebrity (his own words). That's the opposite of the strategy harry is going for. It also doesn’t seem like the promo around tioy is going to be het focused, but focused on the music. But that might change. I don't think there is a need for a queer denial, he doesn't mind the speculation (why would he) and it would amplify the queerbaiting speculation and alienate his fandom. So no, i think the best course of action is to keep up the ambiguity sourrounding him (that creates engagement on it's own). I don't think queerbaiting accusations will be a problem as long as he's not agressively straight presenting.

#long post #beacuse i've got loads of thoughts on this #nick galitzine #harry image #queerbaiting

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jackrrabbit · 3 years

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communal property [pt. 1] /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou (18+)

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too? [Part 2]

A/N: The ‘you deserve two boyfriends’ meme but make it college AU. Y'all don’t even know how excited I got about this…it’s embarrassing…but ngl this is the good kush 😌

Tags/warnings: college AU, baby’s first poly relationship, soft??, exhibitionism, Tendou is a tiny bit shady with that sharing is caring mentality

They really do share everything, so you guess it makes sense that they end up sharing you.

At first—meaning, when you first start dating Tendou and Ushijima is just his intimidatingly hot roommate who seems like he’s constantly glaring at everyone—you think it’s weird. They have the same major and every semester when they enroll, Tendou plans their schedules so they can take at least half of their classes together. He texts Ushijima to set up times for lunch and dinner so they can eat in the cafeteria together, they meet up to walk to volleyball practice together, and (even before Tendou brings up the poly thing) Ushijima’s usually around when you’re with him.

They share stuff, too, not just their schedules. Their dorm suite (which is about 10 times nicer than the regular rooms on the same floor—it’s student athlete privilege, and yes, you’re bitter about it) is littered with items that always seem to fall under collective ownership. Boxes of energy bars and whey protein powder lining up the walls in neat stacks; medals and trophies and flags from high school volleyball; the singular bottle of body wash and the accompanying 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner they keep in their bathroom—all of it belongs to both of them. You ask Ushijima once if there’s anything he wouldn’t share with Tendou, and he has to think for a while before answering.

“My toothbrush,” he says seriously. “But if he asked, I would let him use it.”

They’re close enough to the same size that they can share clothes sometimes, and since they have a single closet with no system of organization, it’s really hard to tell whose is whose. This gets you in trouble when you start dating Tendou—if you think about it, it might be the reason the three of you ended up together in the first place.

The jersey incident, as you refer to it in your mind later on, occurs a few weeks into your relationship, when Tendou’s at an away game for the weekend and he leaves you a voicemail telling you he misses you. Everything’s new and shiny and you like hearing that he hates having to be away from you, so you dig his old high school jersey out of the back of his closet for the sole purpose of taking a racy pic to send to him. It’s gigantic on you—figures, since Tendou is stupid tall for some reason—but you tie up the hem under your tits and let it slip off of your bare shoulders and the effect is pretty cute.

And hey, you figure you may as well go all the way and dress up to cheer your boyfriend on, so you beg your roommate to let you borrow the ‘slutty cheerleader’ costume she wore on Halloween: itty bitty pleated white skirt, thigh high socks, hair tied up in pigtails and sparkly white pom-poms to complete the look. You put your camera on auto-timer and take way too many pictures, and when you’re decently satisfied with the results, you send them to Tendou along with your usual good luck, I’m cheering for you! text before the game.

It takes him about one minute to respond.

> holy fuck (y/n)

> jesus

> r u trying to make me cum in my fucking pants

> Attachment: 1 image

It’s a blurry selfie of him in his team uniform, substantial dick print clearly visible through the shorts. You flush, grin, and preen at your ability to give your boyfriend a hard-on from hundreds of miles away without even showing that much.

Unfortunately, that’s not all.

> where did u even get that shirt? u know its wakatoshis not mine right lol

< Wait, are you joking? you ask back, horror dawning on you as you twist around in front of a mirror to check the number on the back. Did you actually just send your boyfriend a sexy picture wearing his roommate’s shirt? You don’t want to believe it, but sure enough the back of the jersey reads SHIRATORIZAWA 1. You may be clueless when it comes to volleyball, but you’re pretty certain that 1 is the captain’s number, and Tendou was not the captain of his high school team. Shit!

> ya lmao mines at home, thats definitely wakatoshis

< OMG no!!! please don’t tell him 😰 You immediately pull the jersey off and bury your face in your pillow as your roommate looks on curiously. Knowing Tendou, you’re never going to live this down.

> dw abt it

> he thinks its hot lol

You can actually feel the blood draining out of your face. < WHAT!! You showed it to him???

> hes sitting right next to me😂😂 dont be mad please baby

< I hate you so much Tendou I’m seriously going to kill you

> wakatoshi looks all flustered, wanna see?

< No I hate you

Tendou sends the picture anyway. Ushijima does not look flustered in the least. He looks as serious and vaguely annoyed as he does every time you see him, and all you can think about is the fact that your boyfriend’s best friend saw you wearing that stupid cheerleading outfit and his old jersey and he probably thinks you’re a moron.

You refuse to answer any of Tendou’s texts until he comes back and apologizes sincerely. You can’t look Ushijima in the eye for way too long. And despite many requests, you absolutely do not let Tendou fuck you in the cheerleader costume.

Weeks later—ages—you’re sitting one of the dryers in the laundry room quizzing Ushijima on terms for your upcoming biochem test while he folds his clothes, and you lose your train of thought when you see the accursed Shiratorizawa jersey in his hands. You’ve always felt awkward over that stupid photo, but you decide now is as good a time as any to get it out in the open and lighten the mood.

“Hey, do you remember that time I thought that was Tendou’s? You know, when I…sent him that picture… He said you might’ve seen it by accident.” Your voice trails off, but you’re impressed at how well you’re faking nonchalance.

The dryer churns under your thighs and somewhere behind you there’s another student humming Kendrick while they fold their clothes. You keep your gaze firmly glued to the flashcards you’re going through so you don’t have to make eye contact, but out of the corner of your eye you can see Ushijima stop folding the jersey and look up at you. “Ah… Tendou showed it to me.”

That little shit. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was kinda hoping you’d forgotten by now.”

“I didn’t.”

His voice is closer than you thought and you look up reflexively. Ushijima is standing in front of you. He’s so big, you think despite the fact that this is not exactly a revelation (honestly, you think it every time you see him). His face looks the same as usual, but there’s a charge in the air. Some kind of tension, the kind you’re used to in different contexts but you barely recognize here because Ushijima is your boyfriend’s roommate.

You know you look like a mess (it’s midterm season and you’re too busy to do your own laundry) and the only reason you’re even here is that you and Ushijima are in the same biochem section and he is 100% definitely going to fail without your help, but somehow all of that falls away and you don’t feel like you’re sitting in the basement laundry room with ugly fluorescent lights flickering above you and half a dozen other students milling around. The way Ushijima is looking at you isn’t the way a guy looks at ‘some girl who’s dating his friend’ or whatever.

“I’m not going to forget,” he continues.

He’s watching you like instead of sitting on a dryer in sweats and a dingy old camp t-shirt, you’re wearing the same slutty cheerleader costume from the photo: made up like a beauty queen, pom-poms in hand, tits pushed up against the loose fabric of the jersey you’re wearing that’s about half a second away from falling off entirely. His jersey. Ushijima’s eyes move over you and you have to fold your legs and for some reason the thought crosses your mind that he’s about to kiss you, and no, of course that doesn’t make sense, but as soon as you think it you can’t stop thinking about it.

He’s going to kiss you. He’s going to kiss you. Ushijima’s going to kiss you.

He reaches forward and you shy away at the last second—only to feel like an world-class idiot once again when his hand closes around the stack of index cards at your side. “Heterotroph hypothesis,” he says flatly.

You breathe out a quick sigh, trying to feel relieved and not the tiniest bit let down. “Uhh…early life forms—something about the first life form, right? They couldn’t produce their own food, so they were heterotrophs…”

Ushijima flips the card around to read the back. “Correct.” And that’s that.

///

You didn’t start going out with Tendou thinking that you’d end up in a throuple with the two stars of your college’s volleyball team, but honestly, it’s not like there aren’t signs.

The jersey incident is the first, unless you count the fact that most of the stuff Tendou invites you to do is stuff he’s already doing with Ushijima. Late night study date at the library? You show up and Tendou’s there with Ushijima already, the two of them claiming an entire 6-person table with their papers strewn out everywhere, disagreeing about the meaning of one of the practice exam answers (they’re usually both wrong). Coffee date before class? Tendou’s late, but it’s cool because you can tell he literally sprinted to meet you at your favorite bench on campus, bringing with him you the iced coffee you asked for along with his ever-present roommate. It takes some getting used to, but you like Ushijima so you don’t mind.

Sometimes you think it’s weird that they’re friends. Other than being tall and playing volleyball, they really don’t have much in common. Ushijima has to be the polar opposite of your goofy, cheerful boyfriend, who can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life…then again, maybe that’s why they’re so close? You know through Tendou that there are a lot of people on the team who respect Ushijima, but it seems like it’d be hard to develop an actual friendship with the guy. Figures that Tendou—who doesn’t give up when he’s interested in someone, as you can attest to firsthand—would be Ushijima’s closest and oldest friend.

They’re not all different, though. You discover a third similarity between the two of them when you go to their first home game and see them really play for the first time: talent. It’s crazy—you’ve never been into sports, but you don’t need to be to see how good they are at what they do. The ball moves so fast you barely understand what’s going on, but there’s no mistaking how often the announcer says each of their names as they score point after point after point.

You learn a lot of things at that match: what a ‘guess blocker’ is, what Tendou’s face looks like when he scores (it’s pretty similar to his sex face—is that weird or cute??), and that Ushijima is one of the best spikers in Japan. The way he slams the ball down into the opposing team’s court doesn’t even look real sometimes. You keep wondering if the volleyball is going to pop like a balloon under the force of his hand.

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima leaving the locker room in the stadium. You’re still pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face, I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never seems to care) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. It was super loud when you hit the ball—wait, are your hands okay? If I hit something that hard I’d probably break a finger.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made him smile!

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah…” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

It’s not the first. And it’s definitely not the last. Tendou drops plenty of hints that the two of you should actually be the three of you; you just don’t get it. You don’t even get it when he forgets to lock the dorm room door a few times while the two of you fuck in between classes—he’s got you sitting on his face, whining, whimpering, panting his name while he slithers his long tongue over your clit, and Ushijima just…opens the door and walks in.

You tense up, and not just because Ushijima is witnessing what you look like naked and getting ate out like your pussy is a five course meal with extra dessert—you tense up because you’re about to cum, the kind of climax where you couldn’t stop it if you tried. And you try, you try to hold back, you try to lift your soaking wet cunt off of Tendou’s mouth, but your thighs are too weak and anyway he’s holding you down right in place to tongue-fuck you into literal oblivion—

—so you can’t help it, okay? You can’t help locking eyes with Ushijima, who looks completely dazed at what he just walked into and you can’t help panting out his name because it’s the only fucking thing in your stupid fucking brain— “U—shi—ji—ma?” you gasp, and then you’re squeaking and you’re tipping over that edge and your cunt is quivering around the slick muscle of Tendou’s tongue inside, goddamnit you are going to kill him for not locking that door, except who cares because he’s still licking and you’re writhing in his grip with his fingertips pushing into the fat of your thighs while he keeps you in place, and your boyfriend’s roommate is looking at you!—

And then Ushijima disappears out of the bedroom and you hear the door of the bathroom slam shut. Tendou’s grip eases, and he rolls to the side on his narrow twin bed to make room for you to fall back down flat onto it.

“You…didn’t lock the door.”

“No way,” he laughs, wiping his mouth. “Wakatoshi has a key, y’know. It’s his room too.”

The most annoying part is that Tendou does not look the least bit remorseful. You growl and attempt to push him off the edge of the bed with your foot (unsuccessfully). “You could’ve put a sock on the doorknob! Or texted him!”

“Aw, come on. We sexile him so often I feel bad…I thought he’d be out for longer.” Tendou rubs a circle on your back, still suppressing laughter, but that doesn’t help your frayed nerves.

“He saw—everything! He totally saw me cum, and I said his freaking name—“ You roll onto your stomach and stuff your face in Tendou’s pillow to muffle a scream. “Oh my god. I want to die. I wish we could get struck by lightning right now.”

“It’s okay, babe! It’s not that big a deal, I promise.”

You glare at Tendou, who inexplicably seems to believe what he’s saying. “Shouldn’t you be jealous or something? Another guy saw me naked.”

“Wellll…I’d be jealous if it wasn’t Wakatoshi.”

Ugh, what is that supposed to mean? You frown, irrationally annoyed at the implication that Ushijima would have zero interest in your naked body. “Yeah, I get it, he doesn’t see me like that. But it’s still embarrassing.”

“…You think Wakatoshi doesn’t see you like that?” Tendou shifts himself to hover over you, smirking down at your body. “He went to the bathroom, right? …What do you think he’s doing in there?”

What is Ushijima doing in the bathroom? You can hear the shower running through the thin wall between the two rooms. It’s the middle of the day, and he didn’t come from the gym. “He’s showering?”

“Hm…so Wakatoshi came in and saw you—“ Tendou punctuates this with a kiss on the side of your neck and you shudder. “You, the hottest girl on the fucking planet. Naked. Cumming. And you said his name.”

“Um—it was an accident...” Fuck, you shouldn’t be letting Tendou mess around with you while Ushijima’s probably like six inches away through the wall, but you have a bad habit of getting caught up in Tendou’s pace.

“You did. You moaned Ushijima all sexy—you know how sexy your voice sounds when you cum?” Tendou sighs and slides his hand up your inner thigh, hooking it over his hip. “Wakatoshi hasn’t heard a girl moaning his name in a while. What he’s doing right now…he probably can’t help himself.”

“So you think he’s—“ You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut and try to stop yourself from picturing Ushijima in the shower, water dripping over those perfect muscles while he…um…does some self-care. “Oh my god.”

“Aww, you like that? Me and Wakatoshi both want to fuck you…that makes you horny, yeah?” You can feel Tendou shuffling with his sweatpants and pulling his cock out to line it up with your bare tummy while he layers kisses over your cheeks and gropes one of your tits. “We should give him something to jack off to… I bet he can hear everything. I bet he’s dying to hear what that cute little voice sounds like when my dick is stuffed up you instead of my tongue…”

No. Nope, nope, no way. Tendou’s too fucking good at this. Your pussy is twitching—dripping your juices sticky all over your thighs, but you also feel like you might spontaneously combust if he keeps talking. “I—I have to go back to my room,” you blurt before you can change your mind.

Tendou blows out a low sigh, then laughs and falls back to the side and pushes his hand through his hair like he never really meant any of it. “If you insist, princess.”

“You better apologize to him for me,” you say, rolling your eyes as you wiggle back into the pair of shorts you abandoned on the ground.

“Sure, okay. But the option’s open! Believe me, Wakatoshi wouldn’t mind.”

Wouldn’t mind what? you think. Somehow the obvious answer escapes you.

That is, until you meet them for dinner a week later (you’ve been avoiding Ushijima, and by extension you’ve been avoiding your boyfriend too) and Tendou decides that it’s time to be upfront, so as you’re sitting across from them at the booth in the dining hall trying to sneak leftovers into your backpack because you’re running out of meal points, he just comes out and says it.

“So (Y/N)— have you ever heard of polyamory?”

➠ [Part 2]

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isabellehemlock · 3 years

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Thanks to those who voted on my follower celebration post, I am happy to share my take on some of Luca's Multiverse Characters as fairytales, as part of the #lmmbingo event ❤

This one is for the free space option on my bingo card and I chose "Germany" because I spent a third of my life there and grew up with the Brother's Grimm stories. So, this is a little homage to my heritage, but also just a fun idea to contemplate some of these characters in fun AU potentials 😊 As with all images on tumblr, click on the pic to see the better quality version. Hope you enjoy 🤗

The reason I see Nicky as Red Riding Hood, is because I can literally imagine the man pretending to be bait in order to lure a wolf/predator - and then pulling out weapons from his basket to take care of business, and keep the forest safe for everyone. Gathering kids once a week to his Oma's old cabin to teach them botany and how to cook is just a bonus at this point.

So maybe this one is a bit sadder of a take, considering how bright I made this moodboard, but let's just say I see this man as Cinderella easily. He's a person who is taking care of things left and right, out of the goodness of his heart, even to the point of avoiding his own needs. He does not have a great family history (as in, none), and his love interest seems to going all over the kingdom looking for the person who will "fit the shoe" and he managed to squeeze into the pair (well at least for a while). At least he ended up happily ever after with the family he deserves ❤

Alright so Guido has the prettiest hair (in my not so humble opinion) of all the Luca characters, and it's one of the first things I think of when I think of this man - the second? Just too pure for this world. Likely locked away in his own mental tower, nose in a book, and embracing the love that stumbled on him wholeheartedly. He gives it all he's got, and yet they face a brief separation before reuniting. So I suppose all's well, that ends well? 🥰

Roberta, the Queen who deserved so much better in every sense of the word. Of course she's a royal princess, blessed with gifts and yet cursed by others to not get to be exactly who she is ~ when she falls into a deep sleep, consent issues abound (no, really, go read the original *cringe*), but I'd like to believe the one who manages to fight off the evil around her, is the who who will protect and love her exactly as she deserves 💕

Alright, so I get that this one seems a bit far fetched, but here me out . . . Fabio, as the spoiled royal who thinks a bit too highly if himself, and cares more for his golden ball than being mindful of his responsibilities. He goes to play with it near some water, and sure enough, it sinks to the bottom. A kind frog helps retrieve it, after Fabio promises to welcome him at court. Naturally, he bolts as soon as the ball is returned to him. Begrudgingly he indulges the frog when he shows up anyways, only to fling him against a wall when he's lost all patience. Only then, upon seeing it turn into a Prince, does he consider maybe he could be useful after all. So yeah, this works 😅

So, I legit picked Snow White for the cocaine symbolism, only to realize it sort of works on a few levels? I mean, some effed up family dynamics where Primo is seen as expendable or not worth much by many, and yet as a threat by others. Add in a kingdom divided by a narcissistic Queen (cough cough Getty cough cough). And being stuck in the woods with a bunch of other men, waiting to return to the castle, only to finally sit on the throne at the end. I think it works 🙃

Alright that's all I got, but I hope you liked the rabbit hole of possibilities - and hey, maybe someone will write it 😏

#lmmbingo #luca marinelli multiverse characters #fairy tale retelling #fairytales #fairytale aus

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam x Steve (platonic)

Summary: Steve would see his OTP’s ship sail, even from across the grave.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of death (nothing graphic and not very sad), language, angst + fluff

A/N: I saw the trailer for tfatws and I just had to write this. This is also my entry for the amazingly talented @sagechanoafterdark and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork challenge (pic prompts above). Thank you for hosting this and being wonderful. The beautiful dividers are made by @firefly-graphics . Huge thanks to @the-inquisitive-hobbit for beta reading and giving me her very valuable insight.

It never felt right in his hands. It was his to wield, his to claim, and yet it never felt more foreign. The concentric red and white circles with the star embedded in the blue center glared back at him from the mirror. It had been months, but Sam had never taken this shield with him to any mission. He couldn’t.

It felt starkly cold in his hands, lifeless and materialistic. It was Steve’s symbol of strength and hope. It used to hang on his back, warmed by his body heat. Now, it seemed like the shield only existed to remind him of Steve’s absence. This shield was made for Steve. It belonged to him, it always would. How could he ever stand where he stood? How could Sam ever be the captain that Steve was, take this shield that held more power than a crown on a head?

He put it down again, covering it with a cloth before shutting the door on it, leaning heavily against it. He missed him, he missed him like a throbbing wound that refused to heal. If only he could see the sun shining on those golden locks again, have those baby blue eyes smile at him again. What wouldn’t he give for that.

He didn’t notice he wasn’t alone until a heavy hand was on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Sam didn’t open his eyes, just let the weight of it anchor him, let it bring him back from the chaos that was his mind. The cold metal hand felt like a relief against the overwhelming burden of grief that penetrated his being whenever he touched the circular shield.

“I miss him too.” Bucky said, and Sam opened his eyes. Bucky’s eyes were blue too, slightly grey where Steve’s were green. He could see himself reflected in them and he straightened, looking away, hiding his weakness.

This mantle of Steve Rogers that he was supposed to assume, this legacy he was supposed to take forward felt like cheating. His friend, his mentor, his brother was no more. How could people just expect him to move on? But they did. It didn’t matter he was emotionally compromised, it didn’t matter he wanted to drown, like Steve nearly had at the Potomac all those years ago. The world didn’t wait to create one disaster after another. They needed Captain America then, and they needed him now. Like Fury said, trouble always sticks around.

Sam cleared his throat, making sure he was collected before looking at Bucky again.

“Everything loaded in the Quinjet?” He asked and Bucky nodded. They’ll be leaving for another mission soon, and Sam was glad he’ll have the sounds of battle to drown the war in his heart.

“Sam.” Bucky said once Sam started leaving. “Take it.”

Sam looked at Bucky over his shoulder, his gaze equal parts pain and accusation. Of everyone, Bucky shouldn’t be the one telling him this.

“I’ll meet you in the jet.” He said firmly and quickly marched to his room, shutting the door behind him. He hated coming back to the compound, the lingering memories of their fallen warriors whispering in his ears every time he was here. He preferred his little house in the woods where it was only Bucky and nature with him.

He took out his tactical gear, laying it on the bed and getting out his wings when he heard it.

“You are punishing yourself Sam.” Came his voice.

It was this moment where Sam broke, sliding down the wall and letting a few tears escape. He was gone but he never left him.

“How could you have been so selfish Steve. Why?” He asked, looking up to glare at Steve. Even dead he looked so handsome, so put together with his hands on his hips. He didn’t look like the old man they had buried a month after the battle. No. He was their Steve, their young, beautiful Steve who left them behind.

Sam didn’t know why he saw him. He didn’t know if this was a ghost or a creation of his mind. To him, it was Steve. It was Steve and it was a beautiful suffering to see him again every time he reappeared.

“I am sorry.” Steve said and knelt before Sam, looking apologetic. Sam didn’t try touching him. Not when the first hundred times his hand just went through him.

“You are? What for?” Sam asked. “For leaving behind your shield and title, for leaving me behind, or for abandoning a best friend you promised to walk till the end of the line with? What are you really sorry for Captain?”

Steve didn’t answer, he never did. He let Sam take out his hurt and anger, and Sam cried. In the privacy of his walls, he cried. He was so tired of pretending to be strong, to be happy. He hid behind his jokes and smiles, fooled the world which was so ready to move on while Sam was buried somewhere with Steve in the cemetery, half dead, half alive.

“I am sorry Sam, for everything.” Steve insisted. “But you need to stop punishing yourself for mistakes you never made. You can’t live this way.”

Sam snorted a laugh for even in death Steve was a humanitarian bastard. He didn’t come back to haunt his enemies; oh no the centenarian came back to help his friends. Why didn’t people see that he could never be Steve? That Sam Wilson can never, won’t ever be the Captain that Steven Rogers was.

“I hate you so much Steve, I really do.” Sam whispered, wiping his nose and getting up. Steve watched him getting changed, no barriers of shame between them from that side of the grave.

“You always said that. I have never heard a ‘I love you’ more pronounced than I do in your hate.” Steve commented with a soft smile, it widened when Sam gave him a half-hearted glare. It was amazing how they could go from having a painful conversation to joking, but that was how it worked with Steve. He knew Sam, he knew everything that made him laugh and made him smile.

“What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have a tea party with Gandhi or some other do-gooder like you in the afterlife?” Sam grumbled, tightening the belt in his suit and attaching his wings to it. Steve chuckled, sitting on the chair and watching Sam with a relaxed smile.

“They are too uptight for me. Mother Teresa tried to adopt me the other day” Steve said, and Sam laughed. His wings were the colours of American Flag, a new change. He grabbed his weapons and fixed Steve with a look, hating and loving him for being so him.

“I’ll see you after the mission?” He asked tentatively. He would never admit it, but he feared one day Steve would disappear again. It was crazy, it was not normal to see dead people, but Sam would rather have a shadow of Steve than just a memory.

“I’ll be here as long as you need me Sam. Always.” Steve said, a sad smile on his face when he saw Sam leaving without the shield.

Sharon greeted him in the jet, talking to Bucky and the other agents over the blueprint spread before them. Sam nodded his hello, snatching the half empty pack of Cheetos from Bucky’s hand and munching on it.

“So now you want to steal the show and my food. You’re such a dick Wilson.” Bucky said, poking Sam in his shoulder and Sam poked his tongue out at him, a gap-toothed smile on his face. Their previous somber interaction would not be mentioned, filed again like so many inside the neglected corner of their minds.

“Bitch, I paid for grocery this month. This is technically mine.” Sam replied, making Bucky scowl. Sam knew there was a 70-30 chance he’ll find his bed crawling with centipedes when they got back home.

“Charming, boys.” Sharon remarked rolling her eye. “What are you guys doing for Christmas? Must be nice to have a holiday.”

Bucky shrugged, sharing a look with Sam. It was their first Christmas without Steve, a 6 feet 2-inch void always between them.

“Nothing special. Stay home, watch movies, eat a lot.” Bucky said. A lot remained unsaid, but they rarely needed words to communicate anymore. Sam bumped his shoulder in his, offering him some Cheetos to munch while he silently grieved.

“Well, I’ll leave my address here for you to deliver your presents to me.” Sharon joked and Sam laughed softly, mentally making a note to get her something.

“Alright then, and I’ll just casually remark that my phone and laptop are both in serious need for an upgrade. Just saying.” Sam said. “Hey Buck, what are you going to gift me?”

Bucky crumpled the empty chips packet before sending Sam an amused glare, flipping him off.

“A ball gag, so that I can hear something other than your stupid voice.” He snarked.

“Damn dude, at least ask me out for dinner before getting kinky.” Sam winked and Bucky swelled with indignation, pointing an accusing metal finger at Sam.

“I cook dinner 3 times a week you bastard, and I don’t even burn it!” He protested making Sam laugh louder than ever. He loved making Bucky mad, teasing him into an incensed rage that usually ended in a pillow fight or sometimes with Sam’s head in a headlock.

They straightened as they saw the incredulous looks on the new agents’ faces, baby agents as Bucky liked to call them. It was times like these, when both the battle-hardened veterans missed their lost teammates, the inside jokes that were shot around with as much precision as bullets and arrows on the battlefield.

They got to work again, discussing the mission and its details with the other agents. Sam would run point on scaling the territory and fly down to the enemy base with two agents while Bucky would guide him from up here and take out potential threats. They just needed to secure a technological innovation and it didn’t seem too like much work. As Sam poured over the briefing, his eyes subconsciously went over to Bucky who was fiddling with the equipment, making sure everything was in working condition.

If someone had told him a few years ago that Bucky would become his anchor, his solace in his darkest hours, Sam would have punched them in the face. But as it happened, they came to lean on each other, the only unchanged part of their older lives, the only person who made each feel that were still real, still alive. They were still annoyed by each other, but the arguments were more of a routine than an actual expression of resentment.

He didn’t realize he was staring until someone deliberately coughed behind him.

“He is so pretty, isn’t he?” Steve asked, though it was a rhetorical question. Bucky Barnes was a beauty, from his blue grey eyes to the new golden streaks running through his new arm. Sam tried not to notice the way Bucky’s armor clung to his muscles, his face looking almost boyish as he forgot the world and focused on his task.

“I thought you said I’ll see you after the mission.” Sam muttered, taking care that no one noticed him talking to air. He hurriedly looked away from Bucky when their eyes met, a heat rising in his cheeks that made Steve chuckle.

“I said I’ll be there when you need me. And it seems like you do.” Steve commented. He took the seat next to Sam, so near that Sam swore he could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam snapped, the smug look on Steve’s face making him wish he could touch him if only to be able to punch him. Stupid blonde best friends with perfect teeth and beautiful smiles and an ass that looked just as round after being dead.

“Oh, I think you do.” Steve said, shifting his gaze to Bucky. “I liked his hair longer but the shorter is going well with the new arm. Don’t you think?”

Despite himself Sam found himself nodding, admiring Bucky as he’d done a thousand times before. He liked his longer hair too, but without them falling in his face, he could see him better. And the arm. The new arm that gave Sam tingles in the most delicious ways, it had him flustered for three whole weeks after Bucky first showed up with it on him.

He didn’t know when it started, but Bucky had somehow become the most beautiful person to Sam. From the way he would make him the perfect mug of coffee to their little kitchen garden they started to keep themselves busy, he loved everything about him. Those moments where he would sense the turmoil inside Sam and silently slip his hands in Sam’s to assure him that he was there, these little moments endeared him even more.

Sam had lost count of how many times Bucky and he had woken up on the couch, sharing a blanket, both silently afraid to sleep alone. He had forgotten how many times he had spent kneeling at Bucky’s bedside, coaxing him out from a nightmare. Every moment spent in each other’s company, laughing, joking, mourning together, it brought them together in a way Sam had never imagined before.

“Tell him” Steve said, a wistful look on his face as he looked at his best friend. “He feels the same. I know.”

Sam shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Bucky with reluctance. He’d already lost so much, he wouldn’t lose Bucky too. Not because he has a minor, very minor teensy tiny crush on him.

“Man, shut the hell up.” He snapped.

“Who’re you talking to?” Bucky called out from across the jet and Sam’s head snapped up, mouth parting a little before he mumbled out a ‘no one’ and focused on the papers in his hand. Sometimes he felt guilty for keeping Steve a secret, for keeping Bucky away from his best friend. He knew Bucky cried into his pillow at nights, he knew because he’d held him then, tried his best to fill the cracks that appeared in the walls of Bucky’s heart as well as his own.

But then, Steve chose to come to him. Chose to talk to Sam. And he was afraid that telling anyone would disturb this magic, whatever this was. That he would once again have to bury Steve. So, he kept quiet. He buried this secret in the deep recesses of his mind, the initial worry of insanity long forgotten in favor of seeing his friend again.

“Do you even have a plan?” Bucky questioned, watching him prepare for the jump. Sam had a job for every agent accompanying him, but the idiot had not outlined anything for himself.

“I do.” Sam said, and when Bucky looked unconvinced, he lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re my plan, my backup. I scream, jump down and get my ass back up.”

Saying this, Sam jumped, the exasperated look on Bucky’s face imprinted behind his eyelids as his wings flared out and he floated.

Everything that could have gone wrong on this mission did, and Bucky was hysterical even before Sam’s call for backup came. He was going to kick Nick Fury’s ass, but before that he was going to bring his friend back in one-piece and chew him out for giving him a heart attack.

Sam’s wings took most of the weight of the fall, so he came back with a sprained ankle and bruises. Bucky was getting increasingly irritated when they came back home, their little secluded spot in the woods welcoming them with the smell of pine and wild grass.

“It’s not my fault Fury gave us shitty intel.” Sam groaned, “You can stop being salty now.”

Bucky remained quiet, the silent treatment going for almost the third day in row and Sam was at his wits end. It was stupid and ridiculous because Bucky almost always pulled the stupidest moves in the field, like stopping a bomb with his hand or listening to the villain’s evil monologue.

Steve was grinning as he leaned against the edge of the table, and with every suggestive wink he gave Sam, the new Captain America resisted the urge to throw a vase at him.

“He cares so much that he’s speechless.” Steve commented and Sam flipped him off. Dickhead has been giving running commentary of the thick tension in the air since they came back, and Sam was on the verge of calling for an exorcism.

“Why do you do that?” Bucky asked suddenly and Sam was so glad to hear him talk again it took him a while to understand the question.

“What?”

“This thing, looking somewhere and talking to yourself, or – I don’t know, you keep being weird.”

“You’re the one with the cyborg brain and arm and I’m weird” Sam tried deflecting. Bucky frowned, coming closer to sit near Sam, leaving abandoned Christmas decorations scattered around them. Clint had delivered it for them but neither had the heart to put them up.

“Sam.” Bucky deadpanned, and Sam sighed, resting his head back and avoiding eye contact. He looked at Steve who was still smiling, his beautiful face like a slap on the face and caress on the head at the same time.

It was more difficult than one would assume to explain. Why did Sam see Steve, and why did only Sam see Steve? Was it a hallucination, or his spirit? Would Steve go away if Sam confided in Bucky? Would Bucky be mad he didn’t tell him? There were so many questions, so many doubts, and yet as Sam looked into Bucky’s eyes, shining like sapphires, he couldn’t keep it to himself.

“Its…Its Steve.” He said, looking down and playing with the soft lint on his blanket. He didn’t hear Bucky say anything but moments later a metal hand gripped his, stopping its nervous movements.

“Steve?”

Sam gulped, the coolness of Bucky’s hand in his warming his heart, swelling it with hope and an emotion Sam was too afraid to acknowledge.

“Steve, he – he talks to me.” Sam confessed and tentatively looked at Bucky whose eyes were brimming with emotion. He expected him to call him crazy, or to get mad, but what he did not expect was Bucky to shift closer and take Sam’s other hand in his too.

“He talks to me as well.” Bucky said. Sam was breathless, both by the slight smell of cinnamon that came from Bucky and the way Bucky came even closer, close enough that he could count the flecks in his eyes.

“He does?” Sam asked and Bucky nodded.

“I don’t know how he does it with you, but whenever I need him, miss him, I feel him speak to me from here.” With this Bucky placed one of Sam’s hand on his chest, the beating heart under thumping strongly. Unconsciously, Sam’s hand caressed Bucky’s chest, mapped its muscles and the jagged scars that bulged under his left shoulder.

“I see him.” Sam admitted, unable to look away from Bucky. “I can see him”

Tears blurred his vision until they dropped on his cheeks, sliding down, and forging a river down, leaving a trail of hurt, betrayal, and loss in their wake. Bucky’s hand came up to wipe them away, staying on Sam’s cheek, playing with the soft hair on his chin.

“I see him too. In you.” Bucky said and they didn’t know who moved first, but their foreheads were touching and then their lips met in a chaste, hesitant kiss. Sam melted into his touch, molding himself to fall into Bucky’s larger frame, his arms circling his waist and pulling him closer. They kissed as if they had walked a hundred miles just to kiss each other, as if they had saved every last breath just to live this moment.

“I – I, Buck –” Sam began but Bucky shushed him, pulling him into another soul-searching kiss before pulling away.

“I know.” He murmured.

As Sam relaxed in Bucky’s warm embrace, lost himself in the blues of Bucky’s eyes, he noticed Steve from the corner of his eyes. There was sadness on his face, the pain of a goodbye in the creases around his eyes. But when he smiled, he smiled with genuine love and happiness. The two parts of his soul he’d left behind seemed to have found themselves, and with them Steve felt himself complete.

“Till the end of the line pals.” He whispered.

Sam never saw Steve again.

Their Christmas was not very festive in terms of decoration. There was still too much pain, too much suffering in their hearts. Steve and Nat’s pictures beamed at them from the walls, and Sam sent Pepper the confirmation that they’ll come over for New Years.

It was a beautiful thing about human nature, about how one rises from the ashes to become stronger. Sam and Bucky lost someone, but they found each other. In the shared grieve of their hearts, they discovered the love long buried in there, eagerly waiting to be spread and shared.

They stayed warm under the blanket, wearing oversized sweaters that they wouldn’t be caught dead wearing outside. The sweaters may or may not have been Steve's; the soldiers mutually decided to hold Steve close in this way. Sam’s heart was tripled in size, as his head rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon melting together to make a little world of their own. Sam wondered if he would mind growing out his hair again.

“So, what did you get me?” Sam asked, knowing he wouldn’t mind if Bucky did get him that ball gag. Part of him almost hoping for it.

“How rude Wilson, here I’ve given you all of myself and you still thirst for more.” Bucky mocked and Sam tackled him into a hug, peppering kisses all over his face.

“Bitch, you’re lucky I lo-” Sam cut himself off, suddenly shy. The smirk on Bucky’s face melted into a smile, a hungry look in his eyes.

“Say it” Bucky ordered. And Sam did. The Captain obeyed his Sergeant without hesitation.

“I love you. I love you so freaking much! I got us the cheesiest gifts.” Sam said in excitement. He pulled away long enough to grab his gift from under the bed, giving it to Bucky to open. He watched with his bottom lip between his teeth as Bucky opened the box to pull out two chains, each dangling with a rectangular pendant.

Dog tags.

Their dog tags. Bucky raised his eyes to Sam’s, fisting his hand in Sam’s t-shirt to pull him closer into a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and moans, hips grinding as passion merged with love and emotion.

“I love you!” Bucky growled and kissed Sam again. “And I got you chocolates that look like dicks. I didn’t know this would happen between us when I bought them, and I was going to give you a hint with them.”

Sam’s laughter echoed around their small house, the dopey smile on his face remaining intact as they ate candy and burnt sparklers into the night. In the colourful light that played on their faces, they held hands together, filling the void that was there with the warmth of each other.

“We can use the shield as a sleigh until you’re comfortable using it as a weapon.” Bucky mused and Sam smiled into his neck, thinking of a certain blond asshole who may have gone away, but will never be lost.

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tuffduff · 4 years

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We Still Have Time (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Axl x younger!Reader

Words: 2,068

Request: @whisperess33 “I love your oneshots sooo much! 😩❤💞 Do you take requests? If so: can I request a modern!Axl oneshot, where he's been in a relationship with a younger girl for at least a year, and they end up having the 'kid talk' after seeing a toddler/kid backstage, where Axl wonders if his chance to be a dad really has passed him by and the girl reassures him and says she'd really like at least one baby but didn't dare to ask because she thought he didn't want and says he'd make a great dad? Thanks 🥰🥰🥰”

A/N: Can I just say...I think about Axl with children all the time...every time I see Axl in a picture with a small child, my heart HURTS. I can just imagine he would be a wonderful, supportive father. Lowkey, maybe I’ll do a GNR preference one day about having your first child together. I hope y’all enjoy! (PIC NOT MINE)

“From what I could see, there were already a lot of people out there.” Axl was telling you from where you were having a little moment backstage in the hallway. Guns N’ Roses were headlining a rather large outdoor music festival that evening. You found yourself smiling at the light surprise that colored his tone. “It’s hot out there.”

“And? Do you not realize how many people would brave the heat or hail or snow or rain or whatever just to see Guns N’ Roses?” You scolded him affectionately, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder with your hand. He raised his hand to rest over yours briefly.

“Well, maybe. But the weather was saying it could reach temps of...” you watched Axl’s gaze shift away from yours and zero in on something behind your ankles. “...hey little guy. Are you lost?” Axl’s voice had softened considerably, into a tone of voice you had never heard him use before.

You turned around, expecting to see a stray cat, or maybe even a lost dog. You were almost taken aback at the sight of a small boy, no older than four. He was sniffling, his hand pressed against his nose, his eyes flickering about. Axl moved around you and knelt down, still a good distance from the boy. “Hey, buddy, where did you come from?”

The boy now focused his dizzied gaze on Axl’s, his eyes widening almost in uneasiness. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt ya.” Axl crept forward a little, but the little boy shrank back a half-step. You wanted to help, but something made you hold back and watch Axl, who you had never seen interact with children except for when he would say hello to his band mate’s. Never a child this small. You watched as doubt clouded Axl’s eyes suddenly at the sight of the child shrinking back. It was as if Axl could understand something in the boy’s body language. Axl put his outstretched hand down and the boy seemed to relax a little.

“It’s okay, little guy. I can help you. Where are you parents, huh?”

“...I-I don’t know.” The little boy finally stuttered out. He looked at Axl hesitantly again before he walked closer on his own accord to where Axl was still kneeling. He placed both of his tiny hands on Axl’s knee as though he needed to steady himself and looked around, his expression breaking. “I can’t find her.”

“Okay. I can help you find your mommy. What does she look like?” Axl asked gently, simply watching the little boy who rested against his knee. Before he could give an answer, he began to cry. Your heart ached and you looked around desperately for anyone close by. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be alright,” Axl shushed.

The boy threw himself at Axl, wrapping his small arms around his neck and curling his body closer to Axl. Axl was stiff for a moment before he cradled the boy gently in his arms and stood with him, now letting him cry onto his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay,” Axl kept cooing, his hand smoothing rhythmic circles on the boy’s back. “Hey, you wanna see something cool?” The boy sniffled, his cries momentarily stopping as he pulled back to look at Axl with half-heartedly curiosity. Axl was pulling off a ring from his pinkie. “See that? Here, you hold it. What color is that?”

“B-Black.”

“That’s right. It’s called an onyx.” The boy didn’t reply as he stroked the gemstone with his tiny finger. His tears were momentarily halted, too enraptured with his new objection of fascination.

“Oh, thank God!” At that moment, a woman came barreling around the corner, voice frantic and eyes wild. She was dressed in a crew member shirt, but you had never seen her before. “There you are, Ben!”

“Mommy!” The boy cried now, outstretching his arms. Axl placed him on the ground where he ran a few paces before he was quickly scooped up by his mother. She locked him in a vice grip and suddenly seemed to notice the company she was in; her face practically paled as she looked at Axl.

“I’m so sorry, I turned my back for two seconds; normally his dad watches him but my husband got a new job and we’re still trying to figure out scheduling and there was a conflict—I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I’m so—.”

“What’s your name?”

“…Erica.” Axl stuck his hand out, to which Erica had to shift Ben in her arms to accept.

“Erica, if you need any help at all, at the next few shows or in the coming weeks, please let me know. Any kind of accommodations that would help you out with things.” Axl calmly interrupted her apology. She seemed too stunned to even reply.

“...That’s...thank you. Thank you, so much. I’ll keep that in mind.” You were swelling with pride.

“He’s a very beautiful boy.” You finally commented, reaching out to brush Ben’s sandy colored hair from his eyes. He laughed a little now, his still-wet eyes now shining.

“He takes after his father.” Erica replied, finally looking relaxed. Her words created a picture in your head, an image of a strawberry blonde boy with gentle eyes that you cradled in your arms. When you glanced over at Axl, he was already watching you, reflecting the same smile you saw in your head. “Oh, hey—that’s not yours. Why don’t go give it back, baby?” Erica said as she noticed Axl’s ring still in Ben’s hand.

“No, no. He can keep it. Maybe he can grow into it.” Axl replied coolly. “I think he likes it.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t.” Erica said, looking from the ring and Axl in disbelief. You could tell what she was thinking; that ring cost a pretty penny.

“Please.” Axl insisted.

After that incident, Axl was pretty quiet, and you knew him well enough not to poke or prod. He would always come to you when he was ready with his fleshed-out thoughts, when he was ready to have a conversation. It wasn’t until after the show when you were riding back to the hotel in a limo, just the two of you, that Axl finally broke his silence.

“I can’t believe I got that kid to stop crying.” You glanced over at him, listening to the quiet marvel in his voice.

“Children are really hard to figure out,” you agreed. “Especially when they’re younger. They have all these feelings and thoughts, but such short life experience. I’m sure it’s overwhelming in their little heads. And people don’t take the time to try and understand that.” Axl was nodding his head to your words.

You made a mental note that this was not territory you had ever explored together. This was not conversation you had ever navigated. It wasn’t even a conversation you ever thought you would have.

“They’re really something. They’re just this little world, all inside them, and you have to be so careful, because you’re helping them mold themselves.” He paused, a small smile growing on his lips. “They’re pretty adorable too. Sometimes it blows my mind to look out into the crowds and see little kids on their parent’s shoulders, you know. But sometimes too, it’s almost like this...reminder.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, listening to the way his voice dropped off.

“I’ve been doing this for so long, Y/N.” He admitted quietly after a moment. “The people who were our age that got into us in the beginning, they’ve gone and started their own families now. It’s more than one generation listening to us. And then Duff and Slash have kids too.” He seemed to be connecting all of it together, his eyes staring down at the rings on his finger and the one finger where one was missing. “Sometimes it just makes me wonder if…maybe I’m too late. I missed the train.”

“Too late? Axl, of course not.” You told him, scooting closer to him in the limo, waiting for him to look at you. It was as if he couldn’t.

“Duff and Slash’s kids are already older now.”

“And Mick Jagger is still having babies.” Axl snorted a little. “Axl...I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, darling?” He asked, now turning his head to look at you with haste.

“Because I never even thought to ask if this was something you wanted. Because it was never a deal-breaker to me. I just, wrongly assumed it was something you didn’t want. And I didn’t want to make you feel like that was a bad thing.” He looked between your eyes for a long moment.

“I used to think about it more, when I was younger. Figured it would happen. When it didn’t...I let it go for a while. And then with you, sometimes the thought would come back. But I figured…” he trailed off with an almost bitter chuckle, his eyes flickering away from yours down to your hands resting in your lap. He grabbed your left hand and began idly rotating your wedding ring around your finger.

“You figured…?” You prompted gently.

“I just figured you thought I was too old to start a family. And sometimes, the thought would eat me up. Before we got married, it was like I was waiting for the day where you would come and tell me we needed to have that talk. That you wanted someone that could give you the one thing I can’t.”

“Ax, I want you, first and foremost. Always. And I was content with the fact that maybe you just didn’t want to start a family, which is exactly why I never even bothered to ask.”

“But do you?” Axl asked you, his hand now slipping in yours. His voice was grave, his eyes were boring into your soul, as if he were searching for the answer himself. He demanded your truth, expecting no less from you, always.

“I do.” You admitted in a whisper, the image of little strawberry blonde duplicate of Axl entering your head again. You had never wanted anything more. “I don’t think it’s too late, Ax. And for the record, I think you would make an amazing father.”

Axl’s eyes rounded, as though he hadn’t expected your compliment. Then, a ridiculously bright beam appeared on his face, like a rainbow peeking out of rain clouds. It illuminated the whole limo and you could feel yourself smiling back, smiling so big it hurt.

Axl wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him so that he could press a kiss to your temple. “What do you want, then? A boy, or a girl?”

“I don’t care. I just hope they look just like you.” You admitted. Axl chuckled a little.

“Do you have names that you like?” Before you could even answer, Axl continued. “I don’t want them to have some cookie-cutter name. They’re gonna be special. I want them to always know they have their own thoughts and beliefs and impact on this world. We can easily turn one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery, the one closest to ours. It gets a lot of sunlight too. We would have to put up safeguards around the house. I’ll get a college fund set up—”

“Ax, slow down.” You giggled, leaning into his shoulder. It was as if a floodgate had been opened and you were absolutely giddy. “First, we have to have the baby before we can send them to college.” He laughed a little too.

“You’re right. Well…I guess we better get started.” You laughed with him, nearly consumed by the emotions swirling in your heart; love, lust, joy, bliss. They were all fighting to reign supreme, but you let them coexist, as they always did with Axl.

“You’re gonna be the best father.” You repeated the loudest thought ringing in your head. Axl then rested his spare hand on your stomach lightly, as though he were already getting ahead of himself again.

“You’re already the greatest woman in my life. Our baby is gonna have one great woman to look up to.” This was a new side of Axl that you never could have imagined. Your entire future now looked different. And somehow, you were still finding avenues to fall even deeper in love with him. Together, you were going to discover parenthood together.

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kopikokun · 4 years

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Spilled Drinks & Study Sessions༄ mark l.

↳ When you’re forced into a study session with your next door neighbour Mark, who also happens to be your academic rival in school, things go south very quickly.

pairing; mark lee x reader

genre; fluff, slight angst, enemies to lovers (more like friends, but anyway)

wordcount; 2503 words

author’s note; how the hell do you guys write e2l and make the transition so smooth? bro i could never. also, the header pic is different than what i normally do :/ it’s kinda eh, but i liked the picture so i had to do something with all that empty space

Request 26: Mark + “Oh, are you ticklish?” (73) + “Why are you naked?” (109)

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

The animosity between you and Mark is intense and painstakingly obvious to everyone around you. Well, everyone besides your parents, you suppose.

“Can you stop being so loud? You’re distracting me,” you grumble, angrily flipping through your homework.

“Well, I’m sorry for breathing.” Mark rolls his eyes at you. “Would you rather I stop entirely instead and drop dead right here, right now?”

“At least it would be quieter if you did.” You press your pen down harder, taking your rage out on your poor, innocent worksheet. If you’re going to blame anyone for the excruciating torture your homework is enduring, you’d blame Mark. Even if it technically isn’t his fault, you’d still pin the blame on him.

“What’re you gonna do with my body? You wouldn’t be able to lift me, I mean, you couldn’t even open that can of Coke.”

Your cheeks grow warm, mentally replaying the image of a grinning Mark as he effortlessly opened your can of Coke, the soft hiss of its fizz taunting you. Mark had puffed up his chest triumphantly like he was some kind of hero. For crying out loud, he had only opened a can of Coke, not saved his country. It still bruised your pride though, having to ask for help from Mark, your sworn rival since middle school. Childish, you know, but you’re certain that Mark thinks of you as such too.

“Whatever,” you fumble for a name to call him, “nerd.” Mark snickers at you. “My fingers were just slippery.” He arches a brow, challenging you, and you scowl. “I wouldn’t be able to lift you because you’re heavy, fatass. Not because I’m weak.” You twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “And look who’s talking, Mr. I-Can’t-Open-Doors.”

Mark flushes crimson as he silently fumes. “That was because I was pushing the pull door!”

“That’s even worse, Mark,” you tease, unable to suppress a smile. “Dumbass,” you mumble below your breath, enjoying the way Mark seethes.

“You’re calling me a dumbass? If I remember correctly, I was the one who placed above you last term.” Mark haughtily flips a page in his workbook. “Which I think is why your parents want me to tutor you.”

You throw a measly eraser shaving at Mark in rebuttal. “You know that’s not why I’m here!” Another shaving is thrown at Mark’s head, yet he doesn’t even look up at you. “In fact, your parents probably wanted me here so I could babysit you!”

Neither you or Mark are right. Your parents just chucked you together because they thought that after all those years of living beside one another and having weekly dinners together, you two would be absolutely wonderful buddies, and you can’t fault them for assuming such a thing.

Logically speaking, you and Mark are supposed to be the bestest of friends. As much as you dislike the word, it seems as if fate has decided that you two are meant for each other. Gross.

In almost every situation possible, you and dear Markie boy over here have been unwillingly strung together—from group projects, to assigned seats, you two just can’t get a break from one another.

Your parents had innocently thought that having a little study session while they went out for a double date with Mark’s parents would be beneficial for you two. Perhaps even fun. Fun, your ass.

All those years spent with Mark hasn’t made you friends, no, it’s made you rivals.

Yeah, so not sworn enemies, but what’s life without a little exaggeration?

You’ve always been a bright kid, some would even go as far to say that you’re ‘gifted’, but you think ‘persevering’ is a better word to describe it. You weren’t just born naturally intelligent or outstandingly athletic, no, you’ve had to work hard, insanely hard, for that. It hadn’t been handed to you all nicely wrapped with a little bow to match, just for you to tear it open and take. You’ve had to tolerate and undergo several sleepless nights, and many agonising hours of training.

Up until middle school you were top of your class in all aspects. You were idolised (well, as idolised as you could be for a middle schooler anyway), loved and acknowledged. It had been blissful.

That was until, little Mark with that stupidly cute gleam in his eyes came along, skipping over to you in those worn-out track pants and smiling toothily as he introduced himself as your brand new next door neighbour.

You have to admit, initially, you and him were close friends. You’d walk home together, sneak out to go to the convenience store together, share snacks together, the list goes on. You’d even given Mark your very first kiss, right on the cusp on your twelfth birthday. He didn’t know that it was your first kiss though, and he’ll never know. You’d rather be shot at point blank range than give up such private intel.

But when one day, in seventh grade, when Mark had begun closing in on you in rankings, outrunning you at the park and gradually being everyone’s new favourite, you found yourself isolated. Even one of your friends, a girl with straight long hair that fell past her waist, started hanging out with Mark more than with you.

And when you invited her to your thirteenth birthday, the first thing she’d asked was, “Is Mark going to be there?”

And at that same party, you saw her, kissing the boy you had been crushing on for the past year. And it looked like Mark really enjoyed kissing her too. More than he did with you.

From that point on, you began to distance yourself from Mark. It was gradual, slow, but you knew Mark could tell. When he finally surpassed you academically too, you started harbouring a resentment towards him, and the rivalry between you two started.

You were somewhat hoping he’d confront you, at least wonder why your attitude towards him had seemed to change in the blink of an eye, but he hadn’t. And that stung.

Obviously rumours had circulated in middle school about what was going on between you two. Kids, no, people love to talk. And talk they did.

It had been widely known that you and Mark used to be inseparable at one point in time, and it was jarring seeing how differently you two were acting around each other.

Mark and that friend of yours had broken up some time after that, and evidently she was pissed. It seemed as if she had begun spreading gossip about you, claiming that you had been some sort of psycho ex-girlfriend and that you had threatened Mark to break up with her, essentially, she was villainising you.

When high school finally rolled around, Mark’s ex had moved by then—you weren’t sure where and you didn’t care to know. The rumours eventually died down with her absence, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you and Mark could finally make amends, bury the hatchet, as one would say. But that never happened.

Looking back, you’re a bit amused at what an eventful and dramatic childhood you had. All those scandals at just thirteen? What a boss bitch. Present you would not be able to stomach that.

You take a peek at Mark. He’s attractive. Of course he is. He had been a cute kid, no doubt, but as he’s aged, he’s matured into his good looking features. He’s not the rugged and manly kind of good looking, he’s got more of a sweet boyish look to him, and in your opinion, it adds to his charm.

“What are you staring at?”

Shit, you’ve been caught. No, caught? It’s not like you were doing something you shouldn’t have. “Nothing.” You reach forward to take a sip from the infamous Coke can. It’s lukewarm, but you gulp it down regardless, trying to appear unfazed.

“Were you checking me out?”

Disaster strikes just as those words leave Mark’s lips. The putrid sensation of warm coke leaves your mouth entirely, not because you’ve begrudgingly swallowed it all, but because you’ve spit it out from the sheer shock of Mark’s question.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Mark stands from his chair across from you and its legs scrape against the floor with a sound that makes your skin crawl.

You cough and sputter, gasping for air. Once you’ve gotten past that tight feeling in your throat, you wipe the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. A few droplets of the sugary drink dribble onto your shirt. But fortunately, well for you at least, you’re not as drenched in spit-laced Coke as Mark is.

“Shit!” You lift your gaze to look at Mark, who’s surprised, to say the least.

Mark takes a breath to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue, but he clamps his mouth shut, opting to groan in annoyance instead. “Jesus, why’d you even do that?”

Your face burns in embarrassment. No way you’re going to admit to him that you were checking him out. Sort of. “I don’t know, it just went down the wrong channel, I guess.”

Mark’s lips form a thin line of dissatisfaction. “Yeah, okay, whatever.” He cringes as his shirt sticks to him. “ I’m gonna go change.”

He runs a hand through his hair, face upturned in frustration as he stomps up the stairs, his footsteps echoing throughout the living room. Your eyes follow his figure until he turns a left into his room.

You sigh. If you were home alone, you would have screamed in humiliation. The can of Coke on the table mocks you. You resist the urge to pick it up and hurl it into Mark’s neighbour’s backyard—well, your backyard.

A sliver of positivity presents itself in the form of you and Mark’s mostly unscathed worksheets. There are a few stray droplets here and there, but it’s barely noticeable. It would’ve been much worse for both Mark and you if you had drenched those as well. In fact, your homework wouldn’t be drenched in just saliva and Coke, but also in tears at that point.

You curse the can in your grasp, its aluminium smooth against your skin, before you dump it in the bin. Good riddance, bitch.

I should apologise. You can suck up your pride for that. No, this isn’t even about petty things like pride anymore. That shouldn’t matter. I should apologise, you think to yourself firmly.

Alright. Apologising. Sorry. You inhale deeply, gathering your senses and calming your jittery nerves. Why are you even nervous? It’s not like you’re professing your undying love to him. Chill the fuck out.

As you’re standing before Mark’s single, wooden door (which looks extremely daunting for some reason), it doesn’t dawn on you that perhaps you should knock first.

If it had, then perhaps you wouldn’t be staring at a shirtless Mark, your hand still wrapped around his doorknob and your mouth hung agape.

“Oh my God, Mark!” You cover your eyes, the door shutting behind you with a creak. You’re a bit ashamed at how fast your cheeks are overtaken by a hot, prickling feeling. “Why are you naked?”

Mark, though just as startled as you are, has the common sense to reach blindly for the stained shirt he just took off, holding it in front of him. “What do you mean why am I naked? Why are you here?”

You take a few steps back, your back pressed up against the door. “I- I came up here to say I’m sorry. You know, for uh, just now?”

Your hands slowly fall to your sides as you burn holes into Mark’s carpeted floor with your eyes instead.

“Oh, uh, o-okay. Apology accepted, I guess.” Mark’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. “Let me just uhm—”

You can hear his drawer sliding open and the faint rustle of fabric. All the while you keep your gaze glued to the floor, feeling your cheeks grow warmer by the second. Oh my God, you’re acting like a little girl who’s just held a boy’s hand for the first time.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen a guy naked—for fuck’s sake, Mark’s not even naked. He’s all covered up where he should be. Why is the sight of just his bare body from the waist up making your mind go blank and your palms grow sweaty? It’s not like you have feelings for him anymore. No, you don't.

“You can uh, you can look up now.”

You steel yourself, looking up to face Mark. Why did you have to steel yourself? It’s not like he’d have taken even more clothes off once you looked up again. You feel like slamming your head into the wall.

You fiddle with your fingers, searching for something to say to try and ease the tension. “Uh, sorry. For spilling that Coke all over you, I mean.” You scratch the nape of your neck. “And for you know, walking in on you changing.”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

Your shoulders slump. “Huh?”

Mark chuckles confidently, like he’s unabashed. His cheeks are ablaze with colour, though. “I mean, why didn’t you just back out of the room when you walked in on me changing? Why’d you just stand there?”

You blink at him. Why didn’t you just leave? “I- I froze up, okay? Don’t bully me!” Your ears are burning.

“Yeah, okay, okay.” Mark raises his hands by his sides, that entertained smile never leaving his lips. “Let’s go back down, okay? I still need to finish my work.”

You chew on your inner cheek. “Yeah, whatever,” you try to find a creative name to call him.

“Yeah, I know. Nerd.” Mark raises his brows at you, still with that amused grin. You wish you could smack it right off his stupidly handsome face.

You huff, turning on your heel and practically booking it to the stairs. Mark catches up to you in no time with long, languid strides. Stupid long ass legs.

“Hey, wait up, loser,” he says, a hint of delight in his voice. He pokes your side and you jump, shoving his hand away and mustering a weak glare at him. “Oh, are you ticklish?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “No, I’m not, fatass!” Despite your harsh tone, your cheeks deceive you, blossoming with warmth yet again.

Mark smiles genuinely this time, although there’s no sarcastic edge to it whatsoever. “You getting shy?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Hey, don’t be upset!” The next thing Mark says is nearly incomprehensible, but you hear it. Oh, you definitely do.

“You look cute.”

Your head swivels to look back at Mark, and you realise that he hadn’t meant for you to hear that.

The faintest of smiles teases your lips, before you turn away, denying him the satisfaction of seeing you break out into a grin. “Yeah, whatever, Mark.”

Now, it’s Mark’s turn to be enveloped in heat as a red tint spreads across his cheeks.

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hellroots · 3 years

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『 MOBILE FRIENDLY RULES 』

— here you will find my rules or can also find them on my gdocs as well once i’m done with it. please like this if you read it, but otherwise don’t interact with this post, thank you. rest assured that i always read my moots rules before following and that i fully expect the same courtesy. i tried not to let them get too long but feel free to ask me anything you wanna know about them if it’s not clear ok?

『 THE MUN』

NOXTROMUN, THEY/THEM, 21+, BRAZILIAN

shy but friendly ! i don't follow for follow, if i follow you that means i've read your rules and want to write with you. i have no triggers nor squicks of my own except drama in the dash, for that reason i do not engage in callouts/witch hunts and if you do it on a constant basis i might have to hard block you for my own peace of mind. although i may come off too strong/harsh, i am always up to talking things out privately. as long as you are civil, so am i. any form of hate will be deleted and blocked - sometimes mocked, if i’m feeling cocky…

『 THE BLOG』

HELLROOTS, INDIE ( POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING AND NOT MINOR FRIENDLY ), HIGHLY SELECTIVE & PRIVATE MULTIFANDOM MULTIMUSE

primarily run on a low activity \ effort and with a slow speed.. my muselist changes a lot, depends a lot on what i’m watching lately so bear with me please. this is a drama free zone, therefore do realise that mun ≠ muses and (obviously) writing ≠ condoning !! as a quick note, do keep in mind that my blog is my safe space, just as your blog is yours - you are responsible for your own internet experience just as i am responsible for mine. should anything in my blog annoy/trigger/squick you, i strongly encourage you to block me & not write with me - your mental health is far more important ( for me, and hopefully for you as well ) than rp. on that note, please do not softblock me - that’s annoying, just hardblock please.

『 THE TRIGGERS』

TRIGGER HEAVY, PROPERLY TAGGED AND TAKING NO CRAP

i usually tend to write for trigger heavy fandoms (such as asoiaf, kingdom and others) and may incorporate some of it into my writing, muses' backgrounds and overall characterization. if you're bothered \ squicked \ triggered by that, i kindly encourage you to reconsider and not follow me. no amount of rp fun is worth your mental health. i try to tag everything accordingly and i fully expect the same courtesy for our followers' sakes. be aware that there may be mentions of death, gore, violence, consanguinamory \ endogamy (especially when it comes to the lannisters and kekkei genkai clans), rape ( kingdom, though it will only be mentioned on the character’s backstory ) and cannibalism ( hannibal and kingdom ) , as well as unhealthy relationships and dynamics alongside with powerplay, and otherwise bad behaviours. for all that is sacred, please, do note that i, the mun, do not approve, support or condone any of these actions or behaviours !! i simply am capable of separating fiction from reality. as long as everything is properly tagged, with mutual consent and there are no minors involved (muse and especially not muns), . i support the right of a consenting adult to explore these awful dark topics in a safe fictional environment with other like minded consenting adults, people shouldn’t have to share their traumas to strangers on the internet to explain why they write what they write, be considerate. if that notion bothers you perhaps you might not want to interact with me, for both of ours sakes. fair warning, most of my graphics and aesthetics might trigger those who have xylophobia/hylophobia (phobia of trees or wooded areas), and considering it is a main theme here i will not be tagging it, i'm sorry. but its too many. however, if you want me to create a special tag for you, there's no issue! it will be either "[your mun name] don't look!" or "[your url] don't look!", whichever you prefer. QUICK EDIT/ADDITION: i do not believe that aging up fictional characters is inherently a bad thing - from what i understand, the whole appeal of aging up a character is that while you like their personality but you do not want them to be kids (for whatever reason) but insteasd adults. if you are one of those who think that aging up a character is automatically something bad (without even knowing why it was done in the first place) don’t bother following me because i do think that opinion is quite silly.

『 THE INTERACTIONS』

OC, DUPLICATE, MULTIMUSE AND CANON DIVERGENT FRIENDLY

my tagging system is simple, i tag triggers as "tw; x" and . images that may be sensitive or triggering as "cw; x". you can further see how my tags work by taking a look at my tag dump post, just search ‘tag dump’ on my blog and you will find the most recent one i’m using. i shitpost and talk oocly on the dash constantly but you can easily blacklist my tag if it bothers you. here's something you should know about me: when i'm doing drafts i usually don't feel like chatting much, so please do not spam me because i won't be able to reply, i love to talk with my moots but sometimes it overwhelms me. on that note, please don't pester me for replies ic or ooc, i am slow and chances are that if you try to guilt trip me or just nag me about it i'll leave as the ones i'll get to in the later end on purpose, just out of spite. yes, i be like that. please be patient - i’ll never pressure you and expect the same in return. plotting wise: i prefer to just wing it with just a faint idea of where to take the thread but honestly i'm cool with anything. please be considerate when formatting your replies, i have a bad eyesight & if i can't read it, i won't bother with it. my own formatting is simple and clean. on a smaller note, please bear with me and my muses as my muses ramble a lot but you don't have to match the length, just give me something to work with. if we write together, the chances of me making edits/tagging you in stuff are really big, just lmk if you don’t like that though !

『 THE FLEET』

MOSTLY BI/PAN MUSES, MULTISHIP AND MULTIVERSE, SMUT FRIENDLY

i love shipping but i like my ships to be devices to move the plot/dynamics/muses forward, every once in a while though i partake in some much loved self indulgent shipping. just because i ship a certain pairing don't presume that my characters are approaching yours with second intentions, please. most of the time i like to reblog those relationship memes, so if you’re interested in a ship the best way (other than sending me a message ofc) to let me know is by sending ones. there will be some triggering ships here ( like the lannisters, both cersei x jaime and joanna x tywin are my otps, and potential inter clan ships, like with the hyugas - i mean how the hell you think they keep the byakugan in their family?? ) that may either be played with trusted friends or be mentioned/reblogged sometimes, all properly tagged so you can easily blocklist/avoid it. most of my muses are either bi or pan, those who are not will be specified. don't be afraid to reach out to me for shipping right off the bat - i'd rather have you to be open and honest with me about the interactions you want than lying to me, just know that there will be needed some plotting and threading first to see if your muses match. as an adult, my blog is smut friendly, i partake in sexual sunday a lot because some of my muses are very lewd in nature, you can blacklist my tag if that bothers you as well.

『 THE FINAL NOTES』

GENERAL RP ETIQUETTE APPLIES, CREDITS, THANK YOU FOR READING MY RULES

lastly but not least, general rp etiquette applies on my blog: no godmodding, forced ships, etc. there’s only ONE thing that truly makes me go apeshit crazy, and it’s when people don’t read my rules. i ALWAYS find out and it’s not pretty; i block it like it’s hot, ♪ ♫ ♬ block it like it’s hot ♪ ♫ ♬. i strongly assure you that i always read your rules before both following you and also before sending memes, just in case. on a much smaller note, i’m not so hot on single shipping and i really feel weirded out about people forcing me to pic who i’m going to interact with due to theirs DNI’s. while i get DNI’s when it comes to actual predators, when it’s something seemingly random chances are that i’ll softblock you because it weirds me out how volatile some can be when it comes to a hobby. i have some trigger heavy hcs ( for example, the one about jiraiya’s hypersexuality being rooted in trauma that he suffered at a young age ) that i share with only a few muns that are closer with me, so i’ll be mentioning them every once in a while but won’t share them, please don’t insist. i don’t really like most of the main characters of the franchises i write for, and when it comes to certain characters i reserve the right to decline an rp for my own comfort. for further info on what i use to make my graphics please check my “CREDITS.” tag. most of my stuff is made by me, i’ve got a lowkey rph in case you wanna check it out it’s @brazucahelps, however if you want a custom content i can see if i get a free time to come up with something :D

IF YOU READ THIS FAR, THANK YOU SO MUCH — JUST ONE LAST THING, COULD YOU PLS LIKE THIS SO I KNOW YOU’VE READ IT? <3 THANKS!

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liketheinferno2 · 3 years

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Do you have any types for new artist with aphantasia? You're the first ever artist i've met who has it like me and i find myself struggling a lot ):

Tips? Mostly just use a lot of reference and don’t be afraid to work through a sketch a lot to get it to look the way it’s supposed to, I’ll often grab a whole limb and rotate it with the transform tool then draw over again. Drawing like this feels like... you get better at packing on the pieces and finding the combinations that work instead of trying to realise an idea that was already formed, at least for me.

I only have digital tips but it might be worth learning to photobash your references -- photobashing is taking prexisting photos, textures and stock, then putting it together and painting over to get the image you want. It’s used a lot in concept art but I’ll use it to make location references for my stories because I can’t visualise the locations at all. Like this, and after I’ve done this I can just reference the final image instead of bashing my official art (never posted this pic btw, only refer back to it) --

Another thing to try is I know that it’s very hard to think in 3D when you can’t think visually at all so it might be worth trying to stylistically lean into the flatness and make use of the fact that you’re drawing on a 2D plane. One of my favourites I’ve done is this (below) where there’s not REALLY an in-front or behind in a fully realised way but I tried to stack/overlap different features like I was laying thin slices over each other, then differentiated it through values instead of perspective.

It might be good to put some extra attention into the light and dark balance of your stuff because Things Being Different Colours (Or Textures) is usually something the aphantasic brain can grasp better when it comes to differentiating parts of your piece.

The other thing with this particular piece is I couldn’t grasp the composition so I ASKED FOR HELP. @xxtrashcatxx and I share these characters so I simply asked her for direction and she sent stained glass windows and a pose she’d drawn of two people hands clasped. When we work on the official Dies Irae illustrations she outright draws the thumbnails for me because collab powers with someone who can make mental images. So connecting with artist friends can be a great help.

Scaling down a bit, it also um might take longer than average to grasp art basics because you’re basically training your hands to think for you instead of just drawing. Finding your Aesthetic might be more a conscious choice you have to make, I know when my visualisation skills were GOING (because I used to have them, just a little bit, when I was younger, then developed brain issues lol) I spent a while artistically lost because the idea of drawing cool things didn’t occur to me when I could no longer see the cool things in my head. Sometimes you need to look at other art to be reminded of what you’re allowed to DO. Or maybe I’m just boring inside LOL

Now I very intentionally keep reference folders, pinterest boards, inspiration hoard, got my reblog sideblog, just as much intentional guidance as possible. Running theme here is if you need the help, use it. Look at to tutorials. Do studies or appropriations when the original idea just won’t come, there’s a reason my therapy art is highly-referenced adaptations of classical art or just a plain portrait sometimes. Original Idea Original Pose Original Composition is what I consider a high effort piece, but to chill out and draw for fun I’ll often just reference stock photo poses or magazine covers instead, it’s lower stress that way and I still get the practice in.

I don’t know a lot of artists with aphantasia besides @iliothermia who does the most delicately and lovingly detailed transmasc art I’ve seen and is a massive inspiration to me, in part BECAUSE of his aphantasia; the fact that someone with the same kinda brain as me is already making the kind of art I love the most and doing it such a tender and well-realised way gives me ARTISTIC HOPE FOR THE FUTURE WOOOOO

Thanks for the ask, keep at it, I hope this was ANY? Help? Good luck too.

#asks #my art #Anonymous

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 4 years

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Yeosang “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hongjoong version// Seonghwa Version // Yunho version // Yeosang version // San Version // Mingi version // Wooyoung version // Jongho version //

- my main bias wrecker

- like he’s totally not my usual type

- but I have a huge soft spot for him

- let’s gO

- He’s so shy when it comes to dating

- it’s so wholesome

- very gentle and soft

- Yeosang is just incredibly cautious too

- Okay so first date

- I feel like Yeosang would prefer if you were friends before going out on a date

- like I feel like he would be more the type to fall for someone he knows

- Plus he’d be wayyyy more likely to ask you out if you are already friends

- So I feel like first date would be a little bit awkward

- because well you’ve been friends

- now you’re out as trying to start a relationship

- so

- it’s a little awkward

- until you guys really get into it and start talking as you would on a day to day basis

- but this is what he wants

- he wants a friend and a partner

- not just a partner

- so you guys would probably get some ice cream or milkshakes

- sit down in the ice cream place and just talk

- Now Yeosang might be awkward and carefull

- but he would definitely want to kiss you

- but he’d ask in the sweetest way

- avoiding eye contact and playing with his fingers

- he’s so gentle

- his lips are so light against yours that you barely feel them

- but it’s his hand on your cheek that holds more weight

- just so carefull and sweet

- afterwards he would have a hard time not smiling

- so much so that the members would be concerned lmao

- He probably wouldn’t tell the members you were dating right away

- But they’d probably know about it because you started coming over a lot more

- they all love you because they know you make yeosang very happy

- speaking of happy yeosang

- praise him

- dear god praise him

- he needs to hear it

- give him all the compliments

- he needs more positivity and hearing it from you makes him almost want to cry sometimes

- he values your compliments so much it makes him emotional

- sit him down

- pet his hair

- trace over his birthmarks

- tell him he’s doing a good job

- tell him he’s beautiful

- this is how you cuddle too

- his head on your chest as you pet his hair

- talking

- these are the moments you get to the deep stuff when talking

- like Yeosang doesn’t open up all too much

- when he’s kind of tired and in the mood too you kinda ease him into talking about stuff

- Because he doesn’t like opening up much, you pushing him will spark arguments

- he doesn’t like feeling pressure like that

- so give him time to open up to you more

- it’ll take a little work

- but Yeosang is worth it

- When Yeosang is mad

- he can get kinda bitchy if he’s upset with you

- I say bitchy because he can be so passive agressive it’s crazy

- but he always feels bad afterwards

- If he’s the one in the wrong

- he apologizes and gets emotional when he does

- he’s always scared of losing you for some reason

- so when he apologizes he’s practically in tears

- it’s really hard to watch actually

- Now when you’re in the wrong and need to apologize

- you’re already forgiven

- he has a hard time staying mad

- but you don’t need to know that

- not until you apologize

- then it’s a total mood switch

- When he’s just sad or upset

- his favorite place is your chest

- It’s not that noticeable when he’s upset

- which makes it hard to gage how to act around him sometimes

- but you can tell

- after a while of being with him

- you can pick up on the cues

- the door slams a little harder than usual

- he showers a little longer than usual

- he’s more quiet

- but for comfort

- loves it when you play with his hair which i mentioned already

- but he just really really loves it

- especially when his hair is longer

- he just loves feeling your fingers threading through his hair

- When you’re upset

- Yeosang will do literally anything to cheer you up

- if you are missing someone

- he’ll set up a video call with that person if he can

- sometimes you think he doesn’t listen to what you say

- or at least doesn’t remember these things

- but he does

- when you’re upset he really shows that

- “You mentioned that you really liked the cupcakes from that store. So I brought you some.”

- stuff along those lines

- Yeosang has an odd sense of humor

- we all know the ponytail song

- You need to have a similar sense humor

- like I feel like Yeosang is the type to text you in the middle of the night with odd life questions

- they make you laugh but they also make you think

- he’ll send you weird funny videos

- he’s the type to Jenna Marbles scream/cry laugh at funny tiktoks

- i’m just convinced he’s like that

- he can laugh at the same video over and over

- it’s amusing to watch

- He also likes taking you out skating

- Yeosang would love to teach you how to skate if you don’t know how

- he’d think it’s really fun and hope you’d get your own

- so you can go skating together

- he’d probably have a pic of you on his skateboard as his wallpaper just saying

- he’d also love to teach you how to fly drones

- it’s a huge hobby of his

- he’d love to be able to enjoy these things together with you

- he also likes it when you wear his beanies

- he thinks you look super cute in them

- just loves it so much

- okay so dating Yeosang

- You gain a Wooyoung

- Wooyoung is your best friend now

- you don’t have a choice lmao

- no but you love it

- because Wooyoung has known Yeosang so long

- Wooyoung can help give you insight sometimes

- it’s just nice

- Though Yeosang wants to punch him sometimes when he teases too much

- you’re always there to laugh about it

- which in turn makes Yeosang laugh about it

- He gets kinda jealous

- he doesn’t hide it very well

- doesn’t get jealous of his members being near you

- but other guys

- he doesn’t like it

- but he doesn’t get mad at you for it

- he trusts you

-it’s Yeosang’s own insecurities that make him think this way

- he knows that

- So he holds it back

- but does vent to you while you’re running your fingers through his hair

- Adult-y stuff no kids allowed 😤😤

- okay so a lot of people call Yeosang a sub

- i disagree

- he’s no dom either

- he’s a switch

- like most of Ateez (in my opinion)

- very shy the first few times you have sex

- well shy?

- nervous and careful

- he’s so gentle and sweet though

- feather light touches and kisses over your body

- along with sweet praise

- however he can tease

- waits with giving you what you want

- wants to hear you beg for it just a little

- but you tend to do the same with him

- you like to hear him beg too

- you like teasing him with light touches and kisses

- only to compliment him with praise

- he really likes it when you mark him

- especially on his neck

- he gets goosebumps when your lips touch his adams apple

- it makes him stutter

- moan

- it’s all very equal in the bedroom when it comes to dominance

- he likes using his hands a great deal too

- because he knows you find them attractive

- He has a slight thing for watching you

- watch you touching yourself

- he finds it so beautiful

- pair that with some nice red lingerie

- he has the mental image of a life time

- He likes the visuals of it all

- the mental images are everything to him

- great at giving oral

- kind of awkward when receiving

- doesn’t really know what to do with himself

- give him a bit to get used to it

- once he’s more comfortable

- he’d be interested in some things like

- tying eachother up and such

- but that’s the extent of what he’s into

- he’s just so sweet when it come to sex really

-Aftercare

- quiet

- very quiet after sex

- not awkward silence

- just a peacefull silence

- your fingers drawing over the veins in his arms

- tracing his birthmarks

- all as he holds you

- trying to hold back his smile

- he’s very thoughtfull in this moment

- he just loves you

- doesn’t want to ruin that feeling by stumbling over his words

- so he stays quiet

- kissing your forehead gently

- like every few seconds actually

- Yeosang feels like there are no words good enough

- so you whisper soft praises

- making him hold you close

- and hide his face in your neck

- because he can’t stop smiling

- that’s the aftercare

- the quiet moment after sex where you make sure your both okay

- emotionally and physically

- A relationship with Yeosang requires a lot of understanding

- a lot of give and take

- but it’s worth it

A/N: I got lost in this one. idk why but I’m so emo when it comes to Yeosang so if this is so sappy i apologize

#ateez #ateez reaction #ateez smut #yeosang #yeosang reaction #yeosang smut

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celestianstars · 4 years

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Everything I Want

Henry Cavill x Black Female Reader

Summary: You’re feeling insecure about your weight and afraid Henry might leave you for someone better. Henry wants to show you that’s far from the case (based off this request)

Warnings: 18+, angst: body image/self esteem issues, mentions of racism, fluff/smut: unprotected, nothing too wild, creampie mention

Word Count: 4.6k

Notes: I’ve been struggling with similar feelings lately and wanted to write this in hopes it might offer some comfort to others 💓

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It started with a handful of comments you hadn’t even meant to stumble across, and that was all it took.

You knew the comment section on any picture posted of you and Henry was a dangerous place; for every sweet comment there were at least three others spouting some sort of hate and usually you ignored it as best you could, pushed it aside, didn’t even bother to look...but this time it hurt, far more than you were anticipating.

Usually you could roll your eyes at the racism towards your darker skin color next to Henry’s, even laugh cause of course they’d be jealous of you, your complexion, your magic, your energy, the fact that you were Henry’s girl, of course they all wanted to be you.

But these comments were about your weight, the way your stomach looked as some creepy paparazzi dude had snapped a pic of you bending over, the fact that you were chubby, had fat in places deemed less than desirable. It hit you in a years old sore spot.

It was just the fact that you were caught just being yourself, defenseless, and still, people ripped into you, sowing seeds of doubt in your mind.

Maybe they were right, you looked odd next to Henry, he was so much more athletic looking than you, what could he possibly see in you, he’d probably eventually leave you for a better looking, bendier, thinner model, you were just some experiment for him.

You couldn’t stop from tearing up at reading those things, every shred of confidence now in question.

It was true you struggled with body image and self esteem issues before, you were in fairly good place recently, a lot of it to do with your own mental work and of course Henry’s compliments and love for you was a considerable boost.

Maybe you’d only been dating the man for a year but you kept falling for the classic English charm he had harder each day, and wouldn’t trade that for the world.

Your doubts were still there, especially after seeing those comments, your usual routine to hype yourself up was falling flat but you tried your best to trudge through it all.

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Henry was usually awake before you but since he was on a break from filming any projects he got to sleep in a little. And that meant more time to snuggle, which you both greatly appreciated, cause nothing felt better than waking up next to him, his arms around you.

This morning you’d woken up before him, your eyes fixated on the sunlight flitting back and forth across the walls of Henry’s room from the gaps in the blinds. Your mind raced, nothing but bad thoughts and fears.

“You’re up early, couldn’t sleep?” Henry’s deep, groggy voice pulled you from your thoughts. You turned slightly, smiling at how cute he looked, messy hair falling across his forehead, the blue/green of his eyes focusing on yours.

“Yeah, I tried but nothing. Good morning, baby.” you sighed, trying to make your eyes match the smile on your face. You were sure you were failing and Henry always had a knack for reading you well but you prayed it would be written off as exhaustion.

He’s gonna leave. He’s gonna leave, this won’t last.

“Good morning, love.” he whispered back to you, rubbing his eyes before reaching his hand up to tuck a stray curl back into the satin scarf wrapped around your head.

He loves you. You know he does, he’s not going to leave.

Your mind wrestled with thoughts of your own worth and what amount Henry believed you worthy enough to be with him.

You were so sure sometimes that this was all going to crack and fall apart at any minute, watching for any sign of his body language being even remotely hostile to indicate when you should start packing your bags.

“Are you alright, love? You look a little sad.” he pulled you from your thoughts yet again, his warm hands snaking around your hips to pull you closer to his chest.

You were desperately trying not to let anything show, insecurities didn’t look cute, he’d leave you for sure if he knew you were having doubts.

“I-yeah yeah I’m fine. Just tired.” you closed your eyes and sank into his warmth, finding it easier to lie if you weren’t looking at him.

Henry knew you far too well, however.

“Can you open those pretty eyes for a minute and look at me?” his voice was back at a whisper, so gentle, coaxing you in that way that tugged at your heart. You didn’t want to listen, he’d figure it out right away if you did but he was asking so sweetly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

You wanted to turn your back to him, make him see that you were difficult, always needy for reassurance, too afraid to ask, not good enough for him. It would be easier that way. Easier if he just left you now so you could start picking up the pieces.

“Henry, please don’t. I...can’t.” a lump formed in your throat, you hated the fact that you cried so easily, cried at everything but you couldn’t help it. Your heart sometimes felt too big for your body.

But that was also one of the things Henry adored about you. Your heart was so big, love and kindness just poured from you onto everyone and everything you came into contact with.

And in an industry where Henry was so used to people being selfish and only out to suit their interests, seeing how you operated on a day to day with this much love was everything to him. It made him want to be like you.

“Alright you don’t have to look at me, but did something happen? It feels like you’ve been distant lately.” you could hear the concern and slight hurt in his voice and it made you break.

You started to cry, curling in on yourself, trying to pull away from Henry’s grip as you let the tears come. He wouldn’t let you out of his embrace but instead, made himself a kind of blanket for you, draping himself over you, encompassing you in warmth and letting you cry it all out.

It concerned him to see you this way, he was thinking of a million possible things that could be making you cry, trying not to think of worst case scenario things while he was at it.

He didn’t like seeing you cry, it wasn’t very often in the year you’d been together that you’d seen each other cry much but god did it hurt him to watch.

All he could do was hold you close to him and keep you anchored while you released what he assumed were things you’d been holding in for a minute.

Henry cupped you’re cheeks, brushing tears away as you clutched onto his arm tightly, almost like you were too afraid to let go.

“Take a deep breath with me, sweetheart. I’m right here, it’s ok.”

He rubbed your back and started the process of getting you to be calm, your tears eyes looking back at him so desperately he wanted to scoop you up and make it all better immediately.

After a minute you were only sniffling, finding it easier to breathe. “Can you tell me what’s going on? I’m here to help you out, babygirl.”

You were reluctant to say, fear still wrapped tight around your vocal cords.

But there was Henry.

The man you had and were falling so in love with each day, his eyebrows knit together in a concerned frown, expression soft for you only. He felt safe and despite your fears you knew you had to tell him.

“W-well it’s just...I saw some Instagram comments on a picture of us the other day and...Henry they were making fun of how I looked and you know those types of things don’t usually affect me but this time I-I couldn’t…” you sniffle and trail off, feeling overwhelmed.

“I know it’s stupid, it’s just a stupid comment but sometimes I just feel so hated. All the racism and shit and now about how I look…” more tears slipped from your lashes, dotting the pillowcase.

Henry listened without speaking first, taking in what you were saying and feeling, letting you have the space to continue speaking in case you found more words.

To say he was furious was an understatement. He knew of the racist comments, nearly broke his phone the day he came across some in his own comment section.

You guys had that long talk about the differences in race that were an undeniable part of your relationship and listened to you speak about your experiences being called every slur in the book just for being by his side.

That was a difficult ballgame to play but you and him had managed it well so far and came back to discuss that topic often because it wasn’t lost on him that he was rather ignorant about the way you experience the world.

But now that these hateful people had found a new way to attack you, Henry could barely stand it. Because you deserved none of it, and to see the way it was hurting you made him sad.

“Baby I’m so sorry. I know that definitely didn’t help with your body image issues.” Henry sighed and kissed your cheek, moving down to kiss your shoulder, trying to comfort you as best he could.

“No it really didn’t. I know I’m chubby and I’m not as fit or active as you but...they really didn’t hold back and now I feel like I’m not good enough for you. And they’re right, like you deserve someone who matches you and doesn’t look like the sloppy mess I am. I just...I hate myself for not being good enough for you.” you started to sob again, this time pushing away from Henry and rolling over.

You didn’t want to look at him when he finally said that he agreed. It would be easier this way.

Hearing that broke Henry’s heart. You truly believed you weren’t good enough for him and it couldn’t have been further from the truth, you were pure goodness to him.

You felt the bed shift, Henry’s weight no longer occupying the space beside you. This was it, he was severing the ties and you weren’t as prepared as you’d hoped to be.

Panic flooded your system and you sobbed even harder, curling into a ball.

“I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me, Henry. I’ll be better. I’ll be better.”

Your voice was muffled but Henry could hear you anyways. He thought his heart couldn’t have hurt any further than that but hearing you plead for him not to leave you, his heart sank.

Upon hearing Henry’s footsteps on the hardwood floors, Kal poked his nose through the bedroom door and barreled in, coming straight to your side of the bed. He could sense something was wrong.

Henry rounded the corner and knelt down by the side of the bed, arm stretched over your body.

Kal wanted to jump up onto the bed but he kept him back, knowing you were in too fragile a state for Kal’s eagerness to comfort you.

“Hey hey, I am not going to leave you. Ever. You are everything I’ve been looking for my entire life, you’re more than that even. Remember how I used to struggle with my weight too, I felt exactly how you feel and it hurts, it sucks and other people’s opinions have never ever helped but know that with me, your body is yours and I love it any shape, any way it comes or changes. You’ve always been good enough for me.”

Henry lay his chin on the bed, cocking his head to look at you.

You stopped crying for a second, taking a second to really take in what he was saying.

“R-really? You could have any model you want, why are you with me, babe? Sometimes it’s hard to believe. Men have left me before, I’m a bigger girl, I know I’m a lot to handle. I can be needy and I know you don’t always have time for that with your work. I just don’t want to tie you down, be a burden.”

“I’m with you because you're you. No model could replicate what you’ve brought to my life or who you are and how important you’ve become to me. I don’t want anyone else, I’m more sure of that than anything. No one else but you,”

“And maybe you’re needy but baby, you’re a person. I can’t fault you for a human emotion. I get insecure sometimes that you won’t want to be with me because of how much I work, the fact that your family is across the other side of the world, the distance. I worry you won’t feel cherished by me but then you look at me and make those feelings disappear with your words. I’m here and you aren’t going anywhere from my life, no amount of internet trolls and racists will change that.”

The tightness in your chest began to lift, and then he laced his fingers with yours and brought your hand up so he could kiss the back of your hand.

“You’re my girl, always will be. I just feel it, and I know you do too.” Henry brushed his thumb over your knuckles, pressing soft kisses to your fingers.

“I can’t believe how amazing you are, I’m in my feelings for a whole other reason now.” you scoff and reach your free hand out to give Kal a scratch behind his ears.

“I think the same thing about you, daily love. I’m serious, me and Kal are your family, we chose you and we love you and that’s just that. This connection we have is deeper than anyone else knows.”

He was right, you had to remember that. Nobody else knew just how in sync and in love you two were and nothing anyone said could ever break what you were building with him.

Your loyalties lay with each other.

“Can I hold you, love?” his voice was so soft you didn’t resist this time, only nodded and reached your arms out to him.

Henry scooped you up, turning so he was sitting on the bed and you were straddled in his lap, face buried in his neck.

You listened to his steady breathing, comfortable with just being in this embrace, letting the words spoken minutes before sink in. He rubbed your back and because he’s cheeky, pinched your ass too.

“Trying to have a soft moment here, Henry!” you giggle and poke his side.

“Mmm indeed, but that doesn’t mean I can’t also admire your ass!”

“What ass? You got more ass than me, zaddy.” you pulled back to look at him, finding him smiling already.

“Oh yeah, what was it you said to me the other day, I’m ‘triple cheeked up’?” he snorted and you laughed again, remembering how you’d been discussing his ass for a good twenty minutes.

It was cute how he’d ask you what you meant when you used terms like that.

“Damn right you are. And me and the whole internet agree you should share some of that cake for those less fortunate!”

Henry rolled his eyes and moved you so you were laying on your tummy on the bed now, his head resting on your ass.

“Fair request but I’d rather keep my cake and get all this extra cake of yours to myself.”

“Man, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Everything I’ve ever wanted, remember that.”

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The rest of the morning was spent in happier spirits. You thanked Henry again during breakfast for letting you cry and for reassuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere, stating that you felt much better about the whole thing now.

It felt like a weight had been lifted and you were glad you didn’t shy away from speaking up even as much as it scared you. You had to remind yourself that Henry loved you and it was ok to feel doubt sometimes, he would always be there to help make you feel better and you had nothing to worry about. He was yours. You were his.

The usually dreary and rainy English weather had broken it’s chain to give you quite a sunny day today, still chilly but perfect to take Kal for a walk in the park and run some errands, maybe convince Henry to let make a stop at a store you’d been dying to check out since it opened.

You had just arrived at the park and was about to get out of the car when you spotted someone already taking photos of you and Henry from across the road.

“Fuck, I’m not even really dressed up. I didn’t put on any makeup today either, Henry I can’t do this. Everyone’s gonna see those pics and say things about me..I-I can’t!” you wanted to cry all over again.

Maybe it was wishful thinking to assume that after Henry’s pep talk this morning and even through breakfast that everything would be fixed. You were still in a vulnerable state and had a ways to go before your confidence was back in that place you knew it could be.

Henry turned to face you, his back blocking anyone’s view of you.

“We don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to. We can go to another park, my love. I only want you to feel comfortable. And remember, your worth doesn’t change because of someone’s ugly and bitter opinions about you. No matter what happens or what’s said, you are still beautiful and smart and badass.”

Your breathing began to even out as he rubbed your back and kept encouraging you with his words.

“We can go somewhere else, it’s not a problem, just say the word.”

Kal was in the back, ears perked up and eager to explore the outside again and seeing his cute fluffy face and then Henry’s, you felt better again, knowing that Henry would be right by your side if you stepped out, reminded again that this was your family. You were safe to be yourself here.

“It’s ok, I think I can do this. I wanna try.” you nodded your approval and took a deep breath, climbing out of the car.

Henry did the same, getting Kal and his leash situated before holding out his free hand for you to take, pressing another kiss to your hand when you did.

“That’s my girl.”

You’d never get over hearing him say those words, they filled you with butterflies and made you smile, giving you the strength to ignore anybody else, fuck em, you were living your best life with the best man and the best dog, nothing else mattered.

Maybe regaining your confidence and being able to shut down those thoughts of self loathing and negativity weren’t going to be easy but you could remember doing it before and succeeding and thought this was new territory to navigate and a new situation than the last time, you could do it again, and Henry being there to encourage and support you would be even better.

You were gonna be ok, periodt.

---

You held hands as you walked, snapping a million pics of Kal being absolutely adorable and saying hi to the usual people you saw walking everyday.

Things felt serene, calm, like there was an air of hope around everything, it felt fresh and you liked it, wanted to lean into that and soak it in. The sunshine also did wonders to help your mood.

A good twenty minutes into your walk, Henry pulls out his phone and hands you the leash.

“I know you said not to address it before but...I’m gonna do it.” he winked at you and at first you were confused at what he meant but then you realized.

He was gonna make a video addressing people’s comments about you and it half thrilled and terrified you. You didn’t want it to start drama, you’d witnessed the way things got ugly the times Henry replied back in your defense to someone being ignorant but it was incredibly endearing to see him support and defend you so fearlessly.

You had to hold in your laughter as he started to speak to the camera, starting it off by prefacing what a lovely day it was in London, turning his phone so it was on you and Kal. You giggled and blew a kiss at him before looking away, knowing Henry was about to rip everyone a new one.

“So I’m here on this lovely Sunday morning with my best girl and the best dog in the world to remind you that racism and body shaming and hateful comments towards the people I love will not be tolerated, we can all do better than that. It’s something I take seriously, as should you because you never know what someone is dealing with privately and it’s also just a cool thing to be decent, kind human beings!”

You watched him continue on for a little bit longer, bright smile etched upon your features. He honestly looked really hot defending you like that, and then with the concentrated look he had on his face while typing out a caption and uploading it to his insta. He was giving you that ride or die type energy and you were so in love.

“How was that?” he quirked an eyebrow and put his arm over your shoulder, mindful not to mess up the twists you’d put your hair into earlier that morning.

“Honestly pretty hot.” it came out breathy and the look you gave him after let him know exactly how you were feeling bout it.

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After finishing up at the park and stopping at a couple stores, you were back home, Kal settling down now that he’d gotten his energy out for the time being.

“So I want to revisit something you said earlier, love. C’mere.” Henry sat back on the couch, kicking his boots off. The way he was sitting, thighs on full display in his jeans, it only served to add to the multitude of dirty thoughts you were having.

“Oh?” you played innocent, coming to sit in his lap.

“Mhm, something about the statement I made being hot to you. I want to touch on that again. And also show you how much I love and appreciate your body and how sexy I find you.” his voice dropped in pitch and you were done for.

He was always so good at these little acts of worship, as he called them. And there was no way you’d resist him.

You hummed your approval as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, his tongue gliding over yours, your hands and his seeking each other out, tugging at clothes, the need to be so close to each other taking over.

“You have no idea what you do to me, every day. I swear, love.” Henry nipped at your bare shoulder, standing up and taking you with him.

His movements were so sure, so strong.

He lay you on the soft sheets of your bed, careful not to crush you completely as he settled on top of you, lips finding your neck once more.

“I could never get tired of this, of you. I want you to know that. I want to be here, always.”

Your heart melts and you get even wetter all at the same time, smiling and moaning softly as Henry undresses you and showers you in kisses and love bites.

The room begins to heat up and you can no longer breathe normally as Henry buries his face between your thighs, his fingers working in unison with his tongue.

He flattened it out and flicked it over your clit, sucking and spitting on your pussy, letting it drip down over your folds before pressing his lips against you again.

His beard grazed against your skin, making your squirm and cry out but he’s so strong his arms keep you in place, his mouth moving along with your hips.

“Fuck, fuck oh my god, baby!” you dig your nails into his forearm, so close to letting go, the pressure building.

And then he pulls away and you nearly scream.

“You’re so unfair!” you huff, but still unable to resist him as he came up for air, pulling him towards you to kiss him. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

He licked his fingers and grinned at you.

“I promise you’ll get to come as many times as you want tonight. I just want you to fall apart on my dick, that’s all. I wanna fuck you senseless.” he pushed you back gently, your legs already sliding around his back.

“Fuck me then, please. I want you so bad!” you whine and rock your hips into him, knowing the friction felt good.

You asked and Henry was keen on delivering exactly that.

Your legs were up on his shoulders as he slid into you again and again, going deeper each time, hitting that spot that made your legs shake.

He pressed warm kisses to your calves and ankles, chuckling when you trembled and pulled at the sheets, the bed rocking back and forth from the force of his thrusts.

He was so big and thick, it always took some time to get used to but you loved it, loved the feeling of him filling you up so deep, the way you’d stretch around him.

Henry grunted out praise and compliments about your body, how he thought about you like this when he was away from home, countless times you got him hard at inappropriate times because you were just that sexy to him. That he loved you endlessly and wanted to show you and make you feel loved in a hundred different ways.

It was so nasty but so romantic at the same time and you were living for it.

“You feel so fucking good you know that, baby? Come on, look at me while I fuck you.”

It was hard to focus but for him you’d manage anything, biting your lip and surrendering yourself to the emotions and heat flowing between you both.

Henry kept a steady pace, fucking you hard and deep, coaxing you for more after every orgasm he pulled from you, praising you and telling you that you were his, only his.

It was everything and you found yourself a babbling mess by the time he came deep inside you with a strangled cry, sweat coating both your bodies, and still he placed sloppy kisses to your lips, laughing with you as you both caught your breaths.

You kept your legs wrapped around him, wanting him to stay inside you for a little while longer, relishing in the feeling of him. Letting your mind float back into your body, where it solidified the fact that Henry was your man and he loved you and it was as simple and deep as that.

He was everything you’d ever wanted in a partner and you were the same for him and through your insecurities and rough patches, you’d be there for each other. Nothing could change that.

“I don’t think I can walk but fuck...I love you, Henry.”

“Ah that just means I get to carry you everywhere. And I love you too, angel. Always.”

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Ahhh so I hope this was alright!

Shoutout to all my sensitive black girls out there who struggle with self esteem and self worth, we’re so valid and beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You deserve love and affection and I know you will all receive what you always put out!

Also I’m deep in my Henry feels and hope you enjoyed this!

Let me know what you think, thank you for reading!!

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