#bc tone of voice had me on the verge of tears

[androidboy]

gf has been in a bad mood lately and she’s coming over tonight and ngl i’m a lil anxious about it. i’m a sensitive boy rn i need to be treated real niceys

[jeonbunnie]

love is gone

pairing: reader x jeon jeongguk

anon suggested: “I had this idea for a fic it's angst with a lot of heartbreak with soft smut based on love is gone by Slander ft. Dylan Matthew, basically the oc and jungkook have been in a relationship for two years but recently she's felt him drifting away from her and things aren't the way it used to be so she plans a super cute date night in hopes of saving their relationship which he agrees too but he doesn't come home that evening....when he does come home the next day and mentions they have to talk she knows what he's going to say but she thinks if she can show him one more time he'll feel how much she loves him...but in the end his love is gone.”

summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.

genre: angst; smut; 18+;

content/warnings: POV shifts; boyfriend!jeongguk; established relationship;break up!au; hurt/comfort; make up sex (kinda lol); fingering,unprotected sex

soundtrack: love is gone— by slander ft.Dylan Matthew (highly recommend listening to the acoustic ver)

a/n: writing this made me… 😮‍💨 mark me down as sad and horny byeeeeeeeee. Also reader has brown eyes bc of reasons. Brown eyed girl supremacy, mwah!

word count: 1.4K

♪ It tears me up when you turn me down. I'm begging please, just stick around♪

"Baby, let's talk."

Something about the way he said it made your heart crack. The tone of his voice, the softness of Jeongguk's words, there's a finality to it all that made you anxious for what came next.

"Can you come with me for a minute?"

You didn't want to have this conversation. You already knew where it would lead.

Everything in you wants to say no. But it's the first time you've seen Jeongguk in 24 hours and the first time he's held your hand in weeks, so you let him lead you outside, helpless against his touch.

You couldn't face him when you sat down on the park bench, and you're sure the words you've been avoiding will be written all over his expression, so instead, you look out at the horizon.

It was hurting you. Sitting at the bench with Jeongguk so close but so far away, the distance between you verging on strangers.

You had half a mind to lash out and accuse him of breaking up with you in public so you could accept it quietly and not cause a scene. But you know him.

You know your boyfriend was kind and gentle-hearted. He probably brought you out here because you loved sunsets, and he wanted to give you a nice memory even as he said goodbye.

In the distance, the sunset was a red-orangey glow, casting everything the light touched in golden warmth—but you can't feel it. All you feel is ice-cold dread for what's about to happen.

So you beat him to the punch. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

All the air rushed out of Jeongguk in a sigh. "Am I that obvious?"

You would have laughed at his question if it hadn't hurt you so much. "You've been avoiding me all week. Last night, you asked me for space, and now you want to 'talk.' We haven't talked in days. I might be blindly in love with you, but I'm not an idiot," you said, trying hard to keep the words from coming out bitter.

Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair, nerves on edge. Masked behind your anger, he could hear the hurt in your voice, and he hated being the cause of it. This wasn't easy for him, letting you go. But he couldn't keep you either.

"I think," he started. "I think we should start seeing other people."

At his confirmation, a hot tear slid down your cheek. Before you could wipe the tear yourself, Jeongguk reached out, closing the distance between you, and brushed the tear away with his thumb. He never could stand seeing you cry.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, barely keeping yourself together.

"No. Of course not. It's not you—"

"—It's me?" You finished, offering him a wobbly smile. "You don't have to say that just to be nice."

The look on your face made Jeongguk's chest ache so much he could barely breathe. "I don't wanna hurt you. . ."

"But you don't want to stay either?"

He doesn't answer that question; somehow, the silence between you only makes you feel worse.

"I see. . . "you said, nodding your head. "So that's why you didn't come home last night."

You fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him to find his way back to you so the picnic basket you packed remained untouched on the counter. You thought you could remind him of how great things used to be by recreating your first date at the park.

It involved fairy lights, wine, and homemade sweets filled with the love you hoped to remind him of. The love you hoped was still there.

Now you realize Jeongguk was never going to come back home to you. Not last night or any night after.

In a way, you're grateful. Considering the surprise you had planned, it would have been embarrassing if he had come home the night before.

Of course, you still made it to the park, but the situation was dramatically different now. But instead of making up, you were breaking apart.

"I'm sure you noticed how different things are between us now," said Jeonggguk. "Last night, I needed time alone to think. I tried to imagine myself without you. And the thing is, I could….and it all felt so."

You bit your lip, holding back more tears. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"

Jeongguk was quiet for a moment, and hope built in your chest, but it died just as quickly when you saw him shake his head no.

Jeongguk forced his face to stay neutral. "I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could."

"So this is it then? We're over? Just like that?"

You want to cry, scream, and beg, but Jeongguk is still and calm beside you. So calm you know he's already decided to end things, and you know him well enough to know how stubborn he is that he won't change his mind now that he's made it up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand if you don't want to be around me, I've already made plans to stay at Joons tonight if you prefer me gone."

That was the last thing you wanted. "No," You said, pushing down the sobs that threatened to come from your mouth. "Can you stay, please?"

Jeongguk hesitated, looking away from the face of the setting sun. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea…" He didn't want to give you the wrong impression that there was any way to salvage your relationship. And more than that, he didn't want to lose his resolve because a night with you would make it that much harder to walk away.

"Just for tonight? I don't wanna be alone." It felt stupid to want him there now when he was the cause of your pain, but Jeongguk was one of the few people in your life who knew how to comfort you. You wanted him close, even at the most inopportune moment.

The word 'no' was at the tip of his tongue, but he turned to look at you, and the hurt he found there in your big brown eyes had him saying 'yes.'

And he knows he shouldn't, but Jeongguk can't help but comfort you like he always has. Even though you broke up, it didn't change the fact that he still cared for you, still had love for you. He told himself it was just a reflex that had him reaching for your hand on the walk back home.

It's reflex that has him curling up next to you in bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to be the big spoon, as always.

Reflex that has him kissing away your tears, neck, and shoulder.

Reflex that has his hands sliding underneath your clothes to rub you through your underwear, desperate to make you feel good.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

And before he knows it, he's sinking into you with a groan, getting lost in the familiar warmth of your body.

You're so wet it was easy to slip inside, and even though he's already inside you, so close, naked body flush against yours—it's not enough.

Jeongguk still wanted more.

He couldn't help but grip your thigh, lifting your leg to push in deeper, to feel more of you as his cock slid in and out of your heat.

It has to be a reflex because it can't be love that has his hips driving into you, over and over and over again.

It can't be love that has him moaning into your mouth, kissing you until you are both out of breath, till you clench around him and he spills inside you, filling you up so perfectly.

Because if it is love and not the memory of loving you that makes it so hard to pull away hours later when your tears have dried, and your heart beats steady as you sleep dreamless on the side of the bed that used to be his—then Jeongguk is making a mistake. It was possibly the biggest mistake of his life.

Jeongguk isn't sure he can live with being the one to break both of your hearts. But he'd rather end it all before your relationship's indifference could turn to something cruel. He'd finish it now before you could hurt each other further.

If he had thought about it more, Jeongguk might have seen the love hidden in his actions. That there was something here worth saving, worth fighting for.

But that wasn't what he wanted. Jeonguk didn't want to think of everything he was giving up walking away from you.

It was much easier to pretend his love for you was gone.

[8myass]

OH MY GOD HIIII ur blog looks supa cool it’s so nice to meet u lele 😁😁

can i be 🧺 anon and request haechan hate sex 🥴🥴🥴 god i’m obsessed w that man

hi hi! thank you so much! of course, you can be 🧺 anon! thank you for making the first-ever request on my page. it was super fun to write this! i, too, am very obsessed with this man, he's genuinely too fine. i hope you enjoy it!! pairing. lee donghyuck/haechan x female reader genre. angst, smut (w plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) wc. 1.6k cw. enemy!haechan, slight bimbo!reader, mean dom!hae, bratty sub!reader tw. alcohol consumption, mentions infidelity and breakup, slight dubcon aspects (bc of the wording, it seems very noncon at first), cursing, mentions blood, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘toy’), face-fucking, deepthroating, degradation, slight praise (typically only ever mixed with degradation), hate sex (obvi), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), ass slapping, pet names (‘babe’, ‘baby’), hair pulling, breeding, haechan’s just mean idk??

“Can you at least pretend to love me? Just for tonight?” Haechan frowned, his vision blurred from an extensive amount of alcohol, hung over your shoulder as you dragged him to your car, somehow being left with the responsibility of taking him home after he was found passed out on your friend’s couch. Your friend claimed she had to clean the party that wiped through her house like a hurricane but fell asleep in the bathroom by the toilet, droplets of vomit littering the toilet seat, and more chunks in the bowl. 

You rolled your eyes, popping open the door of the passenger’s side to your vehicle, “You’re fucking ridiculous.” Throwing him in the car, you shut the door and dragged your feet to the driver’s side door, sitting down to instantly start the engine up. He didn’t buckle up, slouching down in the seat, eyes dazed. You looked over at him and sighed, shaking your head, “What happened to you, man? Why’d you drink so much?”

“My girl cheated on me,” he laughed, the amusement in his tone holding the deepest pain you remember hearing your entire life. “We’re not together anymore.”

You didn’t know how to reply, never feeling so much sympathy for someone who you despised so incredibly. “Do you miss her?”

“How could I not? She was my world all through high school, no one else meant as much to me as she did,” he exhaled deeply, his voice cracking, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. 

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the drive becoming awkward in the quietness. You still didn’t know what to say, unable to comprehend whether he wanted to find comfort in you at such an awful time. 

“It’s right here,” he pointed out the window as you pulled up his street, stepping on the brakes as soon as you heard his words. 

“This place?” you scoffed, looking at him with your typical disgusted expression, accidentally forgetting the deep emotional conversation you two just had. The place was old, moss growing up the sides of the former white-painted house that had now turned brown due to being behind on cleaning. The windows were clouded, blinds pale and stained, the wood of the door cracked. “It’s a dump.”

He sighed lowly, getting out of the car with a quick shove, turning on his heels to look at you, “Can you come in?”

“You want me to come into your house?” you raised an eyebrow, but something told you to accept his offer, “Fine, just until you sober up.”

You unbuckled and followed him into his garbage site that he claimed was his house, watching him chug water bottle after water bottle sitting at the small, two-person table across from him. 

“Don’t choke, I might laugh,” you chuckled as he continued to gulp down the remaining water in the bottle, eyes narrowing while looking at you. 

“You’re annoying,” he huffed, slamming the bottle down on the table. 

“Yeah, not the first time you’ve told me that,” you snorted, “Are you sobered up yet? Can I go now, Mr. I-need-you-to-come-help-make-sure-I-don’t-choke-on-my-own-vomit?”

“Screw you,” he groaned, standing up and throwing away the plastic bottle into the green recycling bin next to his dirtied fridge. You stood up as well, hurrying toward the door, taking that as a ‘get the hell out, bitch’. Typically, that’d be what that meant, you weren’t wrong for thinking that. 

“Where are you going?” you heard his voice right next to your ear as your body was pressed against the door before your hand could reach the doorknob.

“I’m leaving, you’re sober now,” you squirmed in his grip, his thumbs pressed to the back of your hips to hold your body against the chilled wood. “Don’t touch me, let go of me.”

“Why would I do that? I’m finally available, I can finally touch you how I please,” he hummed, one finger tracing down your spine, his opposing hand slipping up your skin-tight dress, pressing his palm against the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“Don’t touch me,” you growled, squirming more aggressively in his grasp. “You’re disgusting, I hate you. Let me go before I kick your dick in.”

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he managed to flip your fussy form around so he could look into your pleading eyes. In an instant, you were on your knees, cock down your throat, gagging you to the point of tears pouring down your cheeks, slobber coating your chin as his balls smacked the remnants of your filth off your face and down onto your thighs. 

“Fuck, bitch, that’s so good,” he moaned, smirk popping onto his face as his head fell back. Your tongue looped around his cock as he repeatedly fucked your face, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs so tightly that it nearly drew blood. His fingers were laced through your hair, keeping your head in place as he thrusts himself into your mouth. He scrunched his nose up a few times as he felt your teeth brush against his dick, “A little less teeth, okay?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t act like you haven’t done this before, I’m sure you’ve had a cock down your throat every night since we last saw each other,” he scoffed, looking down at the way your eyes gazed at him with a gentle glint in them. You had only just seen him a few days ago, but you have been with a man every night since then. It was a good time killer, how could you not let some random guy fuck the daylights outta you just for funsies? “You never had something so big down your throat, is that the problem?”

You gagged in response to his question, drool pooling out around the seams of your mouth. His cock was coated in your sticky saliva by now, his tip reaching down your throat, precum leaking out around it. 

“You sound so much better gagging on my dick,” he chuckled, forcing himself entirely into your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, choking on the cum pouring out of his tip as trails of moans came out of his hung open mouth. “Yeah, that’s so fucking good, babe.”

After pulling out of your weak mouth, you didn’t have much time to bitch at him before you were bent over the table, dress forced up and panties ripped off, already rehardened cock slipped inside your dripping cunt. 

“So wet? Is this for me?” he muttered against the skin of your neck, moans spilling from your parted lips, throat way too sore to reach the volumes you currently were. “Did you like sucking my cock? How about this? Do you like this, hm?”

You frantically nodded as you felt his hands slide up your dress to roughly play with your boobs, thumbs circling over your sensitive nipples, “Ye-yeah, feels good.”

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, you know that?” he growled, smacking your ass after pulling his hand from your boob, the other one still lingering. “Gonna let me fuck you like this after just claiming you hate me?”

“I do hate you,” you scoffed, trying to sound strong, but your voice came out more unstable than you had originally planned. You did hate him, you just might not have hated this moment. The sex was good, I mean, how could you say no?

“I hate you too, don’t worry,” he snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head toward him, your back pressed against his chest. “I’m using you, baby. Only to pass the time, only to get her off my mind. You are simply a toy, that’s all.”

“You think she’s ever gonna come back?” you mocked, head slightly turning so your eyes could meet his, which had soon turned into a glare directed at you, “I can’t be a placeholder for someone who’s not coming back.”

“Shut the fuck up, toy,” he growled, upper lip twitching as he pushed you back down onto the table, pressing his palm to the center of your back to hold you there as the other gripped your hip tightly, his thrusts becoming harder yet sloppier. 

He was beyond enraged by your comments, and the movements of his own hips against your poor body really showed that. You were a whimpering and crying mess as soon as he became angry with you, almost making you want to sob out an apology, but you wouldn’t degrade yourself so much as to actually apologize to him, it’s bad enough you were letting him fuck you.

“I think you’re gonna make a good cumdump from now on,” he moaned loudly, his moans echoing throughout the rest of the kitchen. “I’ll use you however I please.”

“Scr-screw y-you,” you whined, continuing to be a little bitch to him, not realizing where it gets you. 

He groaned as he continued thrusting himself into you, head falling back as he smacked your ass again at your words. You squealed and dipped your head down against the table, burying your forehead into your arms. Your bodies colliding rocked the entire table, the sound of its creaking spread through the room.

Soon enough, he had let loose strands of cum inside you, feeling his hot liquid fill your insides as loud moans flew out of his mouth, desperate and frantic cries falling out of you, your release also shaking your body, cum seeping out around his cock. 

“Shit, maybe we should do this more often,” he’d say only as he’s rebuttoning his pants and you’re fixing your dress, wiping your mouth of the drool that poured out of the corners of your lips, patting away the dried tears coating your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes and stormed out of his house, ‘hoping’ you’d never see him again, but knowing damn well you’d cave and show up to his place the following night, all for a round two…

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

this happened a while ago but i still feel conflicted about it. (tw: mention of germophobia, mention of suicidal thoughts) and this might get very long, so sry about that.

am i (18, F) the asshole for not wanting to try on shoes?

i know that this must sound super weird, but basically i have a pretty extreme phobia of germs and my dad (60s, M) took me spontaneously to a shoe store to buy new shoes.

now i’m also autistic, so this spontaneous change of plans was already pretty stressful for me, but i tried to hide that and pretended to be okay with that.

the thing is that i had only one “clean” pair of shoes (like clean on the inside, not the outside obviously) and like those got dirty/muddy when i was on a walk with a friend and it rained really extremely. the evening after that, i spent like an hour trying to get those shoes clean again bc otherwise i don’t know if i could’ve forced myself to ever wear them again. i did everything i could and even sanitized them like 5 times (i know it’s excessive but it still didn’t feel like it was enough). i can make myself wear them again now but it takes a bit of (internal convincing everytime and like even if i only had them on for a few moments, i change my socks and shower afterwards everytime because i just can’t handle it otherwise.

and basically my dad doesn’t really understand my mental health because i’m not good at explaining it (when i talk about this irl i always end up in tears, no matter how hard i try to suppress that and then i end up feeling bad for crying and then i spiral), but he still noticed my discomfort with my current show situation. that’s why he wanted to buy me new shoes, and rationally speaking, i was very grateful and thought it was a good idea. but emotionally, i was very distraught from the change in routine and i knew that this store was very small and that it’s basically guaranteed that all of the shoes there have already been tried on by someone.

i know that’s technically normal and not a big deal, but it’s honestly really disgusting to me and i don’t want to try on shoes that anyone else has ever worn (and especially not if i don’t know who wore them or when or how clean those people’s feet were). i knew my dad wouldn’t understand that reasoning, so i tried to just say that i don’t like the shoe brands that store has or that i want a different type of shoe or that i don’t like the design etc etc.

and then we came across the exact type of shoe i was already wearing but in black (mine were like dark purple) and my dad was like “great, you like black and you already like the brand and that specific model!” and i obviously had no excuse anymore for why i didn’t like that one. so i just admitted my actual reasoning for saying no to that and all the others.

my dad ended up opening every shoe box and i was right that all of them (in my size) had already been tried on. i really wanted to just force myself to look past that and try one on anyway, but i just couldn’t make myself do it.

i was on the verge of a panic attack tbh (i get those a lot from this phobia), but i managed to kinda keep it in check. my dad and i ended up leaving the store but i could tell that he was really annoyed and so i apologized but that seemed to only annoy him even more.

the car ride home was at first pretty awkward, then it developed into an argument where i tried to explain my phobia but i think i only made it worse on accident bc of the emotions and then we were just kinda silent at each other for the rest, until he tried to make some small talk and i fucked up (because i can’t control the tone of my voice very well due to my autism and i was still emotionally messed up), so then he got a bit passive aggressive again.

when we arrived at home, i hid in the living room (no one really ever goes there currently) and had a bit of a meltdown. i was really spiraling- like suicidal thoughts and googling for a painless suicide method because i felt like such a pathetic disappointment and failure of a daughter and human being. eventually after like half an hour, my mom came looking for me and found me sitting there, sobbing in the corner. she asked what happened and bc i felt really ashamed i didn’t want to tell her, so i said i’d explain later.

i wasn’t really able to stop crying completely that whole rest of the day. like i got some moments where i was outwardly calm, but on the inside, i wasn’t able to really calm down at all until the next day. usually my mom is pretty understanding of my phobia but not of me crying, so i was very surprised when she completely took my side after she heard what happened from my dad’s perspective.

by the time, i had stopped “hiding” in the living room, my dad had already fully calmed down as if nothing happened, but i still felt (and still feel) really bad about it, because i know he only had good intentions and i messed it up completely. my mom told me that he had offered that i could just look up some shoes online and he’d order them for me instead of going to an in-person store for that again, but i’m not sure if that was really his idea bc it sounds more like something my mom would propose. i do like that idea, but because i’m not sure if it was actually his idea, i haven’t said anything to him about it. i just feel really bad that my parents didn’t get a normal daughter, because i feel like my mental illness makes everything harder than it has to be and they don’t deserve that, but i don’t know what to do (therapy is unfortunately not an option currently).

What are these acronyms?

[r0-boat]

Salem finding a human (lingerie, glittered-up, perfumed, etc) writhing in his web at 12am like "oohh nooo you caught mee~" except when he gets closer the human realizes that this is in fact the wrong spider and the wrong spidernest. Cue the flustered apologies while half naked in web bondage in the middle of a chilly autumn night. Midway through the apology the tinder hookup calls-salem had to pick up the call because the human got themselves very stuck to his web and cant access their bag- to cancel bc their dog got sick. To make matters even worse, prior to the cancel call salem accidentally dropped their neatly folded coat into a puddle when he was distracted by them trying to wiggle out of the webbing (this made them more stuck)

OMG can you imagine!?

*What is this?!* his inner thoughts screamed at the sight before him.

A human naked in his silks wrapped deliciously like a gift for him. Only that it wasn't really for him.

The misleading look on his face betrayed different emotion than his true feelings, which was numbness since his soul left his body as soon as he saw you.

The silence was loud when the human realizing that they had the wrong drider.

The Voice cracked cuz they pathetically explained their situation the poor human looked like they were about to cry from Shear embarrassment.

Salem could have yelled could have chewed this human out but instead, he stayed silent. His brain not yet reacting to the situation before him. Instead he quietly said " do you need help?" Has he watched you helplessly struggle within his webbing.

Salem has been called many things and Salem is not a good guy, but never would he ever take advantage of somebody in such a vulnerable situation. A human trembling on the verge of tears and a beautiful one at that made his blood run cold.

You're nod gave him the signal though he hesitated to put his hands on you, Salem effortlessly freed you from the silk bindings.

The autumn night was cloudy that's the two of you waited for your date to come get you outside the cave halfway through your apology your phone in your hand chimes signaling you of a message. Your heart sinks further your date has not only bailed on you but wanted it to be over before it even started...

Salem who was no about looking over your shoulder reading your messages his face scrunched and disgust. Your eyes are red as your whole body shakes.

" what a douchebag." Salem grumbles.

Before you could say anything a drop of water hits the screen of your phone. It didn't take long for the rain to follow...

" great I'm heartbroken cold naked, and wet..." your voice shook. You wanted to cry, but at this point, the thing was coming out."

he plays the hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh.

You gave him a look.

And immediately he responded with with a small smile and a tremble in his voice. "sorry sorry... it's just... it's not you , its the fact that you pretty to yourself up made sure to wrap yourself up in silk just to be in a stranger's territory instead of your date's... sounds like something in a shitty rom-com."

Despite your embarrassment and stress you crack a smile.

" yeah, I'm so stupid..."

Salem Smile faded putting his arm around you. Before giving you smaller one.

"No, he was stupid. You were only a little bit of a dumbass."

He stands up stretching." Come with me I'll take you back to my place I'll get you something warm..." his eyes refuse to meet yours does. His face feels warm, his tone lowering loud enough for you to hear. "I'll even make you some food or something if you want." He holds out his hand for you to take it and you do.

" oh yeah I almost forgot." He mumbled taking off his leather jacket and putting it around you it was a little beat up with scratches and old stains.

" you can keep it if you want I don't want to keep something after a human wore it."

He turns away, but you can still see his ears turning red.

[fern-writes-whump]

Fernnn I’m back with more promptsss

“Caretaker no! It’s not worth it-“ *gets tazered*

“She’s not looking to good, hero. Better make a choice fast. Her… or the world?”

(Used as bait trope. Caretaker/hero x whumpee villain whumper) all of our favorite things. HAPPY WRITING

YES this is great thank youu ✨✨✨ I ended up slightly off script here but I hope you like it <3

warning for violence and captivity, please tell me if I should tag more stuff ! ft generic Hero, Villain & Supervillain bc I still haven't made super ocs lol

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Villain was starting to lose what little sliver of optimism had rubbed off on her from Hero. She was kneeling at the top of a skyscraper, in a fucking shock collar, and with a gun pointed at her head. Not to mention the concussion Supervillain's men had most likely caused her on their way there. All to say: she wasn't looking good and she sure as shit didn't feel it.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out about this rat, Hero?"

Ah, that too. She wasn't stupid, of course double-crossing Supervillain couldn't last and it was a miracle she managed it as long as she did. But it wasn't like her line of work allowed her to put in a two weeks now, did it? She wanted out, and Hero said he could help her if she helped him first. And what a great deal that was.

"You don't have to do this- let her go!" Sweet, brave, dumb Hero. She never understood why they always bothered with that, trying to reason with a man that was holding the whole city hostage.

Supervillain predictably replied by simply cackling, looking at Hero like he was a toy that was starting to get dangerously boring. "I can't do that. Forgiveness really isn't my style…" He drawled out twirling the collar's remote in his left hand. "What kind of message would it send if I spared a traitor?" His voice was dripping with venom now, his whole act depended on him seeming cold and uninterested but she knew her betrayal had stung him deep.

"What do you want?" Hero asked through gritted teeth, way too meek compared to his usually boisterous persona. He was only looking at her, just like she was only looking at him. He was tired. Nobody could tell but her but the fight had dragged on for hours and no kind of superpowers could save him from exhaustion.

"Oh! That's the fun part, Hero." Supervillain's tone was amused, mocking, alarmingly cheerful. "I already have what I want." He cocked his head to the side looking at Villain and repositioning his gun to the side of her head, making sure Hero had a good view. "The only question is if you'll make things more complicated for yourself"

"Now Hero, there's two ways this can go." The silence stretched for seconds that felt like hours. Villain tried to ease her breathing, she couldn't think of a single way this would end well for her. "Option number one. You drop your weapon and let me carry on with my plans. I'll let her go and turn a blind eye as long as you stay away from my… endeavors. Who cares about a few thousand civilians anyway?"

Hero was growing restless, just on the verge of doing something stupid and impulsive. He stayed perfectly still, glaring daggers at Supervillain and forcing himself to hear the rest of his threats before throwing himself at him.

Supervillain grinned at Hero's display of self-control, he could see the way his muscles were tensing and it amused him to no end knowing he was scared enough to think instead of acting for once. "Option number two." He carried on, taking his sweet time. "You try and save the day as you usually do, follow your moral compass and all that crap. But…" He pretended to stop and think, looking almost genuinely puzzled. "…Hero, are you really sure you're fast enough to stop me before I blow her brains out?"

She swallowed. She looked at Hero, but he wasn't looking at her anymore, he was looking somewhere just over her head. The gun. There was no point in wiping her tears in the state that she already was in, not that she could have with her hands bound behind her back. "Do it."

Hero's face went from panicked to confused and terrified within seconds. She didn't give him time to react before she was shouting at him. "Run!" She was calmer than she ever thought she'd be in a situation like that. She had to come to terms with the idea of getting hurt or even killed years ago but nobody could really predict how they'd react knowing they were seconds away from leaving this world. "You can still make it in time to stop it!"

"You know I'm not worth it, Hero! You can't let-" Her words were cut short by a surge of pain coursing through her whole body. She crumpled to the ground, shaking and seizing, her vision abandoning her immediately from the pain. Hero was screaming her name but she couldn't hear him over the ringing in her ears. While she was catching her breath, Supervillain turned his attention back to Hero.

"Choose!" He screamed, cocking the gun.

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. The first thing she registered was how loud it was, then she saw Supervillain fall to the ground beside her.

Within seconds Hero was by her side, cursing and apologizing all at once, he was holding her, pulling her against his chest. Her vision was still blurry and she felt so lightheaded. At some point, he must have untied her because she was looking at her hand on Hero's cheek. She wiped a tear off of his face and distantly wondered why she had left a red stain behind instead.

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Chocolate

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, doin shit in a car, weed use, hotboxing, shotgunning, thigh riding, friends to lovers bc im gross, fluff at the end bc I am soft

Han x Female!reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Your eyes slowly opened, pupils, adjusting to the new rushing light in the room. You closed them again grunting at the fact the sun was busting through the clouds yet another day.

Would one overcast day kill us?

You brought your sheets back up over your face groaning more so at the fact that the sun was out, rather than you being awake. As if the universe was out to get you, your phone started buzzing.

“Ugh! I just want a day to myself.”

Reaching over to your bedside table, you realized your phone was not there and was actually residing on the floor. Unwillingly stretching your body down to the floor you faced your phone toward you, squinting your eyes to focus on the screen. The time was something unknown to you, due to Han’s face filling up the entire screen. Swiping across the bottom of your screen you brought your phone up to your ear.

“Hey, baby what ya doing.”

“I was sleeping so this better be good.”

“Sleeping?! Y/N, it’s 3 in the afternoon.” The last part of his sentence was almost lost within his chuckle.

Suddenly your body jolted fully awake, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and ripping your phone away from your ear. You looked at the top of the screen and it did in fact read 3:23pm.

“Well shit, I ain’t realize I slept that late. I thought it was like 11 or something.”

“That’s what you get for going to bed at 6 in the morning Y/N.”

“Oh, hush it. What was it that you called me for.”

Jest clearly evident in your tone. You had to laugh a little bit at the situation before Han spoke again.

“I was calling to see if you wanted to come to the skate park with me? We haven’t been in a while and we could get food afterward!”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in his voice. As if he was nervous about asking you to come out with him. Which was more than confusing considering how close you two were. His words almost ran into each other and were on the verge of creating disaster. Wanting to tear through the tension and quickly end the silence you finally inhaled to speak,

“Yeah, that sounds fun! You know I can’t skate still thoug-.”

“-Then this’llbetheperfect time for me to teach you.”

“Hope you’re ready to be there all day then Hannie”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.”

“Okay, should I meet you there or-

“No, I can come pick you up.”

“Okay, could you come like around 4:30?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll see you in a few then.” “See ya!.”

Pulling the phone away from your ear you looked down at your phone and the confusion that you were pushing aside earlier had bubbled up again. He almost sounded too excited and he was running over his words more than usual.

“Maybe something is bothering him?”

You looked toward the mirror in your room, outwardly expressing your inner dialogue.

“But he sounded shy when he first asked me to hang out with him, why would he be shy? I’m probably just overthinking this, lemme go get ready.”

Finally removing yourself from your sheets, you waddled to your bathroom and was fully met with your freshly awakened form. Your hair was tousled, resembling something closer to a rat’s nest, your face puffy with sleep, and your eye bags continuing their decline. Becoming something that would never go away but in fact, get worse.

Sighing you bent over the sink and began your morning routine. Splashing cold water on your face in an attempt to remedy the puffiness and to get rid of any leftover sleep. The chill that would run down your spine because of it would surely cure the issue.

Finishing up with a minty swig of mouthwash, you stared at yourself in the mirror deciding whether or not makeup was going to be necessary. Sighing you decided to do just a little bit. Digging through your makeup drawer, you settled on just doing your eyebrows, some winged liner, and mascara.

It wouldn’t take long and you’d definitely have more than enough time to mull over what outfit you were going to wear. Finishing up in the bathroom you walked back into your room dreading the idea of staring into your closet. 

Placing your hand on your hips, you clicked your tongue and mentally prepared an array of outfits. Stepping forward you grabbed your trusty ripped black jeans and found a mesh black top blending in with the rest of the black in your closet. You found your black bra laying on the ground and got to putting your clothes on. Putting on a pair of vans, you grabbed your perfume on the edge of your dresser and abandoned your room. Walking out into the living room of your apartment, you flopped into the couch and opened up your phone to check the time. 

While it was only about 4:20, you saw the sun begin to hide behind the mountains. The end of the fall season showing more through the lack of daylight. Opening up Twitter, you saw Han’s name pop up on the top of your screen. Opening your message app, you saw that he texted you that he was outside.

Popping up your eyebrows, you let out a small “oh” and stood up from the couch. Texting him that you were coming, you grabbed your leather jacket off the barstool in your kitchen, grabbed your bag, and left your apartment. Checking to make sure the door was locked, you headed toward the elevators.

Walking out of the building, you saw Han’s car, and all of a sudden your heart started racing.

Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? Snap out of it.

Stepping into his car your smile was hiding your anxiety.

“Hey! It’s been too long since we’ve been like this.”

Leaning over the center console you hugged him. You could’ve sworn that when wrapped his arms around you, he sniffed a little too deeply when his face met your neck. He pulled away and finally spoke

“I know! We gotta stop doing this. You excited though?”

“Hannie I’m always excited when I’m with you.”

Your sentiment was genuine and delivery soft, but when you looked over at Han there was a different emotion scrambling to the surface. Maybe you looked at him a little weird, but you didn’t wanna press so you just turned your body to put your seatbelt on and changed the subject.

“Let’s go then! I don’t want it to be too cold when we’re out there.”

“Yeah, yeah right. Wanna hook up to the aux?”

You cocked your eyebrow and stared at him for a moment

“Are you in the mood for throwback emo, because that’s all I’ve been listening to lately.”

“Baby, you know I don’t care. I like what you listen to anyway. I’m always hearing new shit, go head and hook up.”

Scrolling down to your throwback emo playlist, you hit shuffle and stuck your phone in his cup holder. You were staring out the window enjoying the silence between the two of you. You two had been friends for so long, that sometimes it seemed that being in each other’s presence was enough to satisfy. Conversation wasn’t always needed, but you had to admit.

This beginning half of the car ride was a little itchy. Like something wanted to be said but nobody knew how to initiate the words. Air drumming to some of your favorite songs, Han was singing along to the ones you previously showed him. A smile returned to your face realizing he genuinely liked what you showed him and it wasn’t just something he said.

You saw the newer ice cream joint pop up on the right side of the road in the distance and your eyebrows raised surprised at how fast you were already coming up on the skate park. Another song ended and the few seconds of silence before the next song started was borderline deafening. You went to say something but the bell ting of “Still Into You” by Paramore began ringing through the speakers.

The initial tension in the car was released with the vibrations of the music. It wasn’t a long drive before you arrived at the park so you were enjoying the passing scenery with Han beside you. Singing along, you turned towards him dramatically acting out the lyrics.

But when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny, you’re worth it.

Turning back towards the window, you danced your hand through the air to eventually make its way back to him. When your eyes reached him, he was lightly chuckling and a toothy grin adorning his face. When he reached a stoplight, you grabbed his hand that was resting on the center console.

Pouring dramatics into your facial expressions, you looked him dead in the eye nothing but playful intent swirling around in yours. His eyes softened. Confusion and something else that you couldn’t quite identify shadowed his previous emotion.

Cause after all this time, I’m still into you.

Pulling away from him, you truly let loose and began belting the chorus. Expressing fully with your arms. It was like you felt electricity flowing through your veins and it was the happiest you had felt in a long time. The lowered windows allowing the wind to flow through your entire being making you feel like you were floating. Han stepped on the gas once more and it was as if new life was breathed into you. You looked over at him again and it was as if you were seeing him through a new pair of lenses.

He was a different color. His aura loud and exuberent. His smile quickly becoming one of your favorite things. The way his hair flopped became something you found endearing and wanted nothing more than to card your hands through it. Even though you had done so plenty of times before, it looked softer in this moment.

He looked different and you were appreciating every second of it. The sunset let his skin glow in a way you never noticed before. It was only a moment later before the sun was completely tucked behind the mountains. A chorus of butterflies was flying through your stomach and it dawned on you what you were feeling

I think I just fell in love with my best friend.

The shock in your eyes was more than obvious but you suffocated the thought at the end of the second verse.

And to your favorite song, we sang along into the start of forever. And after all this time, I’m still into you. 

When singing the second chorus, it developed a completely different meaning. Now you weren’t just singing the song to the open air to fill its silence. But rather, you were singing to the man beside you. Praying internally to every god you could imagine that he too was hearing the new subliminal you just discovered.

I should be over all the butterflies, but I’m into you.

With his car coming to slow down you realized he was pulling into a parking spot at the park. Rolling up the windows, he shifted his gear to P and he looked over at you. Fully turning his body to take a mental screenshot of this moment. You looked so beautiful. The smile on your face was a painful reminder that he was going to have to tell you his feelings sooner or later.

You made him feel like he was the only man on earth when you were with him. Nothing else mattered. It was you and him against everyone else, but he just couldn’t find the heart to tell you because the last thing he’d ever want, was to lose you. He couldn’t fathom life without the person who became his better half. He broke through the sound of the music and spoke for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“Alright let’s get going so I can at least teach you how to balance on this thing.” Again he laughed through the end of his sentence, random nerves evident in his voice while he was thinking about being able to hold you. Well teach you, but be able to hold you to make sure you wouldn’t eat shit while learning to do something that he loved to do. 

“Wait! This is the best part of the song.”

Clicking out of your seatbelt, you turned your body towards him to make the lyrics more pointed than what they already were.

Some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and I

You pointed at him and then yourself, really trying to sell the show here and not explicitly reveal your feelings. With the windows rolled up and confidence built up from somewhere out in space, you sang your little heart out. Singing to him finally

Baby, not a day goes by that I’m not, into you!

Feeling the rhythm and emotion of the song you put your whole body into playing your aired instruments and singing to your heart’s content. Everything felt aligned and you felt that you probably made your feelings more than known to him, but you didn’t dare look over at him yet.

Little did you know, he was eating everything up that you were putting out. Any feelings resembling anything platonic were ditched forever. He was falling in love with you and this moment sold the deal in full to him. His smile was wide and genuine, eyes creasing with unbridled joy and love. 

She is so beautiful.

It wasn’t anything but the truth. He was completely devoted to you. He just needed to find the courage to tell you. The song ended and you looked over at him, dramatically wiping your forehead. 

“Whew! That song. I don’t what Hayley Williams put in the shit but god damn it is so good! What do you think of it? Have you listened to them before?”

He rapidly shook his head, as if he was trying to shake off the nerves before he spoke.

“No I actually don’t think I have, but after that little performance of yours I think I’ll have to check them out.”

“Okay, we are definitely having an emo day and I am going to induct you into the lifestyle I so desperately can’t get away from. I will suck you into it.”

You both started laughing and any bit of awkwardness from before was long forgotten. Opening his car door you jutted your neck out at the sudden burst of cold air that ripped through your clothes.

“God damn! It got cold so quick what the fuck.”

Finding this as a perfect opportunity to take a jab at you Han started laughing which made you turn your head around to face him.

“It’s only cold to you cause the ripped jeans you wear might as well be shorts.” 

Narrowing your eyes you were clearly unenthused by his joke. Your retaliation was just mimicking his comment in a mocking tone knowing that he was right. But who could blame you, your outfit was cute! Raising his eyebrows, it looked like he suddenly was hit with an amazing idea. With the sun entering its slumber for the day and gusts of wind coming from out of nowhere he dug into his back seat.

“Get back in the car, I have an idea.”

Sliding back into your seat you shut the door and locked the car. Trying to get a glimpse at what he was digging you craned your neck over the seat, only to be met with the endless pit of black. Stretching back forward you rolled your neck to crack it. The windbreaker he was wearing scratched across the material of his seats as he moved back up to the front. He pulled out a lunch box and looked at you with wiggled eyebrows. 

“We could always save the skate lessons for another day and instead we could hotbox my car and then go get your favorite food?”

Dropping your jaw in amazement you looked at him one more time. 

“Jisung I swear you’re like a mind reader. I was gonna ask if I should bring my mini bong earlier but I didn’t think you’d be in the mood.”

“Y/N, we’ve been friends for how long? You should know I’m always in the mood.”

“We should probably move the car to the other end of the park though. It’s darker over there so we won’t really have to worry about anything.”

“Good call.”

Han turned his car back on and drove to the darker end of the park. For some reason, the lights never turned on on the back end of the skate park, but you guys obviously weren’t complaining. Pulling into his new space he turned his car off and opened up the lunch box that held all his necessities. 

“You’re lucky I went and bought me a mini bong. I love that thing. So much better than the pipe.”

“See I told you and you didn’t want to believe me.”

Opening the container holding the bud, he looked at you, mouth open to ask a question.

“I either got sativa or a hybrid, which one do you wanna smoke?”

“Ummm, let’s do the hybrid. I’ll fuckin knock out with the sativa. Remember that one time-

“-How could I forget Y/N. It was 8pm and you were passed out on my couch. Like who falls asleep that early, you only took two hits!”

The two of you were belly laughing at the point, it felt like you were going to have abs within the next hour.

“They were some of the biggest hits I’ve taken, you dickhead and second it was full sativa, how was I supposed to survive that? If you think I’m fighting sleep ever, you got the wrong one for sure.”

Dying down your laughter, you slipped out of your leather jacket and threw it in the backseat. Your mesh top now fully on display and your boobs’ recoil being the main attraction. Han stopped packing the bowl for a moment, being totally distracted by your body, but quickly returned to what he was doing to keep from being caught. 

“Okay, we’re go-oh shit! I don’t have a lighter in here”

“Hannie, I have like a whole grocery store in my backpack here, I’m pretty sure I got one. Lemme look.”

Checking in the inner pocket of your bag you found your lighter easy. 

“See. God, what would you do without me?”

“I don’t know. Die, probably.”

You laughed but you didn’t realize how serious he was being. He went to pass you the bong but you held your hand out in front to stop it. 

“Nuh uh, you provided the weed so you get first hit.”

His eyes narrowed but he was more than acquainted with your stubborn nature that he decided to avoid the bicker that would come if he rejected your idea. Flicking the lighter on, he lit the bud in the bowl, the water bubbling softly. Pulling the bowl from its socket he cleared the bong. Exhaling, the car filled with its haze. Han looked over at you to hand you the ceramic object. The design of it glowing in the dark of the car.

“Since when did you get new lungs. Last I remember you couldn’t catch the cough when you-”

You were cut off by Han’s coughing. Smirking, you laughed to yourself. The whole concept of your speaking too early giving you a little extra joy.

“Oh Hannie, you never change do you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Laughing, he handed you the lighter and you placed your lips on the top of the bong. Exhaling your air you were determined on getting as high as you could with taking the least amount of hits possible. After lighting the bowl you couldn’t quite clear the tube. Exhaling the cloud from your lungs, you finished what was slowly flowing out the top. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat from your second hit but you swallowed the urge to cough. Not brave enough to swallow your pride like that in front of him.

Starting the second bowl, Han took another hit and suddenly a grand idea struck you. You weren’t sure if it was the weed making you bolder or simply just your own drive to finally get where you wanted to be with him. Nonetheless, a different energy took over the car. Your eyelids heavy, and your mouth a little cottony, you looked over at Han and suddenly there was a pulse in your pants. Waiting till after he exhaled to make sure he wouldn’t choke on himself you let your idea be known.

“Ji, we should do a shotgun!”

If he had water in his mouth, he would’ve done a spit take. Instead, it looked as if his eyes were about to pop from his skull. Afraid that you may have moved a little too fast you quickly started to attempt to fix the situation.

“Only if you want to though! We don’thaveto do that if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t wanna make you uncom-

“-Baby. Breathe. You’re making me nervous. Let’s do it. What’s the harm in it?”

A lot.

He thought to himself. He could potentially jeopardize his relationship with you, but if you were with one bringing up the idea, maybe in fact the feelings were mutual. You on the other hand had your heart coming out of your chest. You didn’t think he’d agree so quickly, yet at the same time, you’re glad he did. This could go one of two ways and you wanted to get the hard part out of the way. 

“Oh! Okay, cool! Do you wanna, like just blow it into my mouth and I’ll catch it, or do you wanna like kiss?”

Heavy air returned when you asked your question. Both of your hearts pounding unaware of each other’s effect on another. Han looked up at you and his eyes seemed darker, but still holding the softness that they always do.

“Uh, whatever you wanna do since it’s your idea.”

“Hannie I want you to be comfortable too, so you choose cause I’m fine with either.”

“Okay...um, I think if we kiss it’ll be easier and we won’t waste anything.”

“Okay! That’s what I was thinking too.”

You smiled lightly at him to let him know that you really were okay with the idea. You were nervous as hell though. There was excitement between your legs and anxiety in your head. You felt overwhelmed but in the best way possible. Watching him bend his head down to meet the bong you inhaled slowed to calm yourself.

As Han lifted the bowl from its socket you leaned on the center console to get closer to him. It felt like an eternity before he turned his head back to you, mouth full of smoke. Slowly he let his arm rest on the console, before quickly moving it you cup your cheek and bring you closer to him. 

You felt your heart in your throat, your entire body feeling like it was vibrating with unhinged emotion. Both of you looked at each other for a quick second, searching for the silent confirmation that you both still wanted this. Closing the distance between your lips, Han finally placed his own on yours.

Before you could enjoy the spark you felt when your lips touched, he was blowing the smoke into your mouth. Forcing you to suck in so nothing went to waste. You relished in the moment that his mouth was on yours, unsure of whether or not this was going to go anywhere beyond this.

Regretfully pulling away from his lips, you blew the remaining smoke out in the car. A silvery haze was more than noticeable in the car. The moon slightly lit up on one side of his car making the haze very noticeable on your side.

You were beginning to feel your body feel light and your head heavy. The world around you almost seemed as if it were moving in shutters. You were facing the window after exhaling but you couldn’t help but feel the eyes boring lasers through your body.

Anxiously, you turned your body back towards Han. His eyes were heavily lidded and he was looking at you like you were a ghost. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were stuck somewhere between impossibility and want. Starting to get a little weirded out by his stare you put your hand on his thigh to bring him back to reality.

“Jisung, you in there? Looks like the lights are on but no one is home.”

He was silently still. Just licking his lips in response to you. He kept opening his mouth as if he was going to speak but would close it a millisecond later.

“Hannie? You bout to green out or something?’

“Do it again.”

“Huh? What do you mean?

“Kiss me again, Y/N. I told myself that I’d never let it get here, but now I’ve had you and I need it again. Please.”

With your eyes wide, you were about to question him again before he cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you to his lips once again. You squealed but the sound was muffled by your lips so lusciously pressed together. You brought your hand up to rest on his neck, but the temptation to pull at the hairs on the nape of his neck overruled your initial thought. Tangling your fingers in his locks he moaned into your mouth.

Pulling away from his mouth, you snaked your way into the backseat and stared at Han through your lashes, waiting for him to join you. His voice was darker now, a new richness swirling in his tone.

“Ugh, baby you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

Watching him climb into the back, you positioned yourself on top of his lap. Rolling your hips downward, you looked back up at him when his head lulled back and he let out a small groan.

“Pretty sure I’ve got a good idea of it Jisung.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck your lips found solace on his, stuck to each other like molasses to paper. You were drunk on him. The haze of the weed in the car intensifies the emotion of it all. Grinding down into him, you were desperate for some more direct friction.

You could feel him pitching a decent sized tent in his pants and wanted to feel it for all its worth. To get your point across to Han that you needed more than just some friction and a heavy makeout, you trailed your hand down his body and palmed him through his jeans.

“Shit, baby. I’m not usually this sensitive, but fuck I can’t get enough of you.”

His hands that were once resting on your hips were now traveling up the trunk of your body. until he reached the band on your bra. Unhooking the clasps, you helped slide the straps out from underneath your shirt and he tossed your bra on the floor and palmed your breasts.

Rolling your tightened buds between his nimble fingers you moaned out at the extra stimulation. Your breath would soon be caught in your throat when he attached his mouth to one of your nipples. Rolling your head back you moaned out.

Bringing your head back to look at Han, you bent your neck down slightly to get a good look at him suckling on your breast. He looked up at you for a moment and any restraint that you had was now gone with the wind. You grabbed a bit of his hair to pull him away from your body and back to your lips. Cupping both sides of his face, your hands began to snake down to the hem of his shirt. Picking up on your hint he slipped out of his shirt throwing it up by the passenger’s seat. 

When his lips found yours again, his tongue pressed against your bottom lip and you gave in immediately. Tongues not even battling for dominance but just wanting to be as close as possible to one another. You ground into him again, your arousal becoming too hard to fight.

Han broke away from your lips and began trailing kisses down your jawline until he met the crossroads where your neck and shoulder meet. Feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin, he smirked against you and began to suck lightly at your skin. 

“Jisung, shit, I-I need you. Like right now.”

Han looked up at eyes, eyes blown with lust. He looked feral. His hair sticking in directions it didn’t belong. His face was warm with a blush you’d have to imagine thanks to the lack of light.

“Baby, that’s great, and I-I do too, but you got jeans on.”

“And?”

“Well, isn’t that going to be uncomfortable for you?”

You sat back away from him so you were sure he could see the disdain on your features. 

“Y/N?”

“Ji.”

Eyebrows furrowed with confusion and want, he looked back at you

“Huh?”

“Watch this.”

Sliding off his lap, you moved to the seat beside him. Slipping off your vans, you threw them in the front seat so there weren’t extra obstacles in the back seat. Lifting your hips up you slid out of your jeans and let them hang over the headrest of the passenger’s seat. Letting your back rest against the door you looked back at Han, bringing one leg to rest against the seat, presenting yourself.

“See. Easy enough. Now you have perfect-

Before you could finish your sentence, Han placed his hand against your heat. Slowly beginning to draw a circle on your clothed clit. 

“I don’t know if you should be the one teasing here, Baby. You’re looking a little fucked out already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please do.”

Rolling your hips into his hand, you gave up your act quickly. Submitting to your carnal desires. Desperation was beginning to set in quickly with his hand bringing you slowly to your first peak. But before you could reach your sweet release you heard a car door shut. Sitting up quickly you started looking through the window to see what was going on. Looking out the trunk window, you saw the car start up and the car pull out. Leaving you and Han to be the only car in the lot on this side of the park. 

Exhaling, you relaxed back into your body. In your panic, you failed to hear Han fumbling with his belt and sliding his pants down to a comfortable length. You also failed to sense his presence now hovering over you.

“Okay, I think we’re…

Looking up, you were face to face again, and the arousal that was once faded came rushing in again.

“...good. Fuck, Ji, you’re so big.”

“You know Y/N, if you stop staring, you can see what I really have to offer.”

“Is that so?”

“Stop questioning Baby and find out. Now come here.”

Han pulled you up by your wrist and you straddled his lap again. His dick was so close to your entrance, that you rolled your hips against him just to feel something. The both of you moaned out at the contact. His moans were pretty; you could listen to him all day. Then he spoke

“Y/N, I know we’re kinda neck deep already, but do you want this still? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

His eyes were soft again, almost as if he were preparing for rejection. Running your hand through his locks your hands cupped his face again.

“Hannie, after all these years you’d think you’d know when I don’t want something. Guess I have to spell it out for you. Han Jisung, I want you for all that you’re worth. I want you to give me everything you have, cause all I’m ever thinking about is you.”

“Shit, really?”

“Han. When have I ever lied to you?”

“Right, right, I just can’t believe I’m hearing this right now.”

“Better believe it, because it’s real and I want you.” Han just responded with a kiss that was less urgent than the others. This one was him willing himself to you and letting his vulnerability be known. Pulling away he looked straight into your eyes as if he was staring for your soul.

“You ready then?”

“Let me-

“Wait! I don’t have a condom I don’t think.” “Ji, don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes, Ji. I trust you.”

“Okay, ok~ah shit Y/N!”

You grabbed his length and rubbed it against your folds, lowering yourself onto him.

“Fucking Christ Han, you’re so big.”

Your head fell forward, landing in Han’s neck moaning out in pleasure allowing yourself to bottom out on him. When you took him in full, the moan that left his throat was beyond sinful and you wish you could’ve had it on repeat.

“Baby, stop, fuckin squeezing me like that. I’m not gonna make it long.” “I’m sorry I can’t help it, you feel so good, fuck!”

“Fuck just, holy shit you’re so tight. Just move, fuck Baby.”

And move you did. Sliding up and down on his cock was everything you could’ve imagined and more. He filled you up perfectly, his tip hitting that overly sensitive spot within you every time you slid down on him. Han brought his head forward and moved your shirt up latching himself onto your nipple, sucking and lightly biting at it. His hands were plastered on your back, desperate to keep you close to him. Holding onto as if you were going to run away as soon as he got you. 

With the combination of your high and pent up arousal for each other, you felt your climax coming quickly. Squeezing your walls around him once again, Han groaned out at the unexpected tightness.

“Baby, I swear if you keep doing that I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Jisung, I’m so close. Fuck please, cum with me.”

As if your body was trying to emphasize your point, you involuntarily squeezed around him again. Moans left you both and you buried yourself in his neck again trying to find your composure. Still bouncing on him, your high was right on the horizon. You felt your stomach heat up and the contractions of your walls were becoming uncontrollable.

“Shit, Y/N. Wh-where do you want me to-?

“-Inside me. Please cum inside me. I want to feel all of you.” “Fuck, you’re filthy.”

Speeding up your pace, Han starting fuckin up into you now intent on reaching his high with you. With your clit constantly hitting his pelvis you were at the precipice of your high faster than you’ve ever been.

“Shit, Ji I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, Hannie!”

Not caring about how desperate you sounded, you were on a mission for pleasure and were just about to discover your treasure. You could tell Han was close too. His thrusts were slowing and becoming less pointed. His moans were transitioning to slight whimpers and pants. 

“Shit, Y/N, baby. Cum, cum for me right now fuck!”

You squeezed around him, milking him of everything he was worth. Your hole losing all sense of control and relishing in everything he was giving you. You were about to let your volume get the best of you, so you grabbed Han’s face forcing him to swallow your cries of pleasure. Han’s hand slid up your neck and grabbed a fistful of hair, using it as leverage to pull you closer. 

Your body was still spasming the after effects of your orgasm, but you felt anew. You had just found everything you were looking for and he was right in front of you. All those nights you spent wishing for someone to come into your life, and he was already there. There was a new glow on his face, a weight lifted off his shoulders and his smile was something to behold. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. You felt complete, finally in your life. Han chuckled and rubbed the sides of your torso, looking up at you.

“That was, uh pretty good, huh?” “Really good, Hannie.”

You chuckled the lightness of your friendship returning now that the elephant in your metaphorical room had been somewhat addressed. 

“You know, Y/N, we don’t have to stay here all night, will you stop doing that!”

You clenched around him again, not in the right frame of mind to have him leave you yet.

“What! I just like the way you feel.”

Your voice became unusually sheepish toward the end, feeling a little shy being so honest with him. 

“Don’t tell me you’re into like cockwarming and all of that shit.”

Han raised his eyebrow and you looked at him out the side of your eye, your silence telling him everything. 

“You really are filthy, aren’t you.”

“Han… you really don’t even know the half of it.”

Han smiled and then sighed, deciding to let you stay in your spot on his lap.

“Speaking of which Baby, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

You furrowed your brow in a way to tell him to continue.

“I know there’s this unspoken rule to not fall in love with your friends, but I broke it and I broke it hard. I fell in love with my best friend and I can’t be quiet about it anymore. Y/N, I love the hell out of you and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you. And with that being said, with the cheesiness of this night, would you be my girlfriend and allow me to take you on a proper date...and bed?”

The smile on your face was ear to ear, it felt like your face was going to break. You only had the realization a few hours ago but you’ve known within your heart for a long time that you’ve been in love with him too.

“Jisung, you never stop asking dumb questions do you? Of course, I want to be your girlfriend. I would want nothing more actually.”

“Then it’s done.”

Sealing the deal with a kiss, Han pulled away to look at you once more.

“You’re mine now.” 

The both of you smiled and suddenly became aware of your reality when your stomach growled with tenacity. 

“Maybe, uh, we should go get something to eat and get ourselves dressed.”

“You know, if we go to our usual spot, we can just go through the drive-thru and don’t have to fully get dressed.”

“See Y/N, what would I do without you?”

“I don’t know. Die, probably.”

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

latest Jarah b headcanons?! It’s been a min since I’ve read your thoughts 👀❤️

JJ & Newborn Baby Pogue

Listen this started as a headcanon but I have a whole storyline with 4 side plots going on within this concept & I just couldn’t stop writing so… it’s a long one #sorrynotsorry

👶🏼 While Sarah is pregnant, JJ is doing the most. (Well. Second most. After JB of course.)

👶🏼 This man is learning everything he can about pregnancy & babies

👶🏼 He reads to Sarah’s belly when JB is at work—constantly talking to it because he heard “babies can start to recognize voices while they’re still inside & then when they’re born they recognize them on the outside too”

👶🏼 Basically SUPER fucking excited to be the best uncle a kid could freaking ask for.

👶🏼 Until said kid is born.

👶🏼 He realizes how tiny it is and is SUPER sketched out. Doesn’t want to hold them bc “what if I drop them?” “What if they break?!”

👶🏼 Isn’t super comfortable with a newborn.

👶🏼 Even when they get home from the hospital, & everyone is settling into a routine.

👶🏼 JB & JJ talked a LOT about what would happen after Baby Pogue came and JB shared his fears of Sarah being more suceptible to PPD & what to be on the lookout for.

👶🏼 So JJ, unable to do anything halfway, is now on high alert for making sure Sarah is okay and transitioning okay.

👶🏼 He’s more concerned about how she’s doing than he is bonding with the baby (at least right away because he’s fearful of hurting Baby Pogue)

👶🏼 Until Sarah starts to struggle with breastfeeding.

👶🏼 And JBs at work.

👶🏼 And JJ is the only person home.

👶🏼 “JJ!”

👶🏼 The tone of her voice is panicked and that jolts him into running to her and JBs bedroom door.

👶🏼 Sarah is sitting on the bed, propped against pillows, bouncing a screaming Baby Pogue & she has tears streaming down her face.

👶🏼 “Sarah?!” He runs over to her side of the bed, and looks her over for any signs of blood, or protruding bone.

👶🏼 “JJ please” she cries, leaning into his side where he was standing.

👶🏼 He kneels down next to the bed. Left hand to her head, right arm resting on her right.

👶🏼 “Sarah what’s wrong.”

👶🏼 “Take them please.” She begs him.

👶🏼 He chuckles, but doesn’t find any humor in the situation.

👶🏼 “Sar i really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

👶🏼 “JJ I need you.” And her voice breaks because she’s on the verge of sobbing.

👶🏼 & his hearts in his throat bc Sarah is in pain (or at least it seems like it) & there’s no one there to take the baby so he can make sure she’s okay.

👶🏼 He looks from crying mom to crying baby, and back again.

👶🏼 & if it’s what she needs, it’s what he’ll do.

👶🏼 “Okay.” He agrees. Going against everything his mind is screaming at him as he holds his arms out for her to transfer the baby to him.

👶🏼 “Like this?” He checks, making sure their head is securely stabilized.

👶🏼 “Yeah.” Sarah whispers, her voice breaking again.

👶🏼 “Talk to me Sarah.” He says, sparing a glance from the baby in his arms back to his best friend in the bed.

👶🏼 Now that her arms are free, she brings them to wipe her face, before she’s gingerly touching her breasts.

👶🏼 “I’m in a lot of pain.”

👶🏼 He bounces the baby in his arms like she was doing before, not even realizing he was gently shushing them as he moved his arms. He looks back at her for a second longer this time, and noticed her eyes still closed.

👶🏼 “What kind of pain, Sarah, what’s going on?” His voice is soft and gentle. Even though his body is trembling out of fear.

👶🏼 “Do you need me to call John B?”

👶🏼 “Please?”

👶🏼 & it’s the fact that she agrees without argument that really scares him.

👶🏼 “Okay.” he mumbles to himself, laying the arm holding Baby Pogue on a pillow Sarah had in front of her as he pulls his phone out from his back pocket and hastily calls John B.

👶🏼 Baby Pogue wasn’t screaming bloody murder anymore, but was still voicing their unhappiness, which, if JJ wasn’t thinking five steps ahead, would have calmed him at least a little bit.

👶🏼 As the phone rang, Sarah grabbed a pacifier and gave it to BP.

👶🏼 They were content for a moment before realizing that the object wasn’t one that one providing nourishment & spit it out.

👶🏼 “They’re hungry.” Sarah almost wailed, dropping her head to her hands.

👶🏼 JJ, not fully comprehending what that meant, held the phone with his shoulder while picking up the pacifier and trying again. This time BP was content to suck a little longer on the comfort object.

👶🏼 “JJ?”

👶🏼 John B’s voice rang through his right ear, and he could’ve cried with thankfulness.

👶🏼 “JB.”

👶🏼 “Hey, what’s—“

👶🏼 “Hey you gotta get home man.”

👶🏼 John B knew JJ well enough by now that he could tell when panic was taking over.

👶🏼 “Woah woah woah calm down, bro. What’s going on. I’m leaving right now.”

👶🏼 JJ closed his eyes in relief. His brother was coming to help him.

👶🏼 Not to alleviate the situation entirely, but to offer support so they both could help.

👶🏼 “Yeah, man. Something’s wrong with Sarah.”

👶🏼 The girl in questions head raised out of her hands at the mention of her name.

👶🏼 She still had her eyes pressed closed, & tears still tracked down her face, but he was looking at her, and she breathing.

👶🏼 JJ glanced at the baby to make sure they were still okay, and when he was met with blue eyes staring up at him—more blue than he’d ever seen actually—what was meant to be a glance turned into a few moments longer.

👶🏼 “JJ!” The voice in his ear yelled.

👶🏼 “Yeah, she’s okay.” He glanced back to make sure his sister in every sense of the word was still breathing.

👶🏼 Yupp. Still breathing. Hey. Maybe he could handle this.

👶🏼 “I’m looking at her right now JB.”

👶🏼 JJ grabbed Sarah’s hand, causing her eyes to snap open at him. He didn’t know if he did it to comfort himself, or her, but now that he had an arm on both his brothers wife, and baby, he felt a little more confident.

👶🏼 “JJ I’m doing 80 in a 55. Tell me what happened.”

👶🏼 “Sarah called for me.” He started, relaying the last few minutes to his friend, as he heard the vehicle accelerate.

👶🏼 “She asked me to take Poguie. Something’s wrong, but I think they’re just hungry?” He questioned still keeping eye contact with Sarah, asking if he got the information right.

👶🏼 Sarah took a shaky breath in.

👶🏼 “It’s because I can’t feed them.” Her broken voice whispered.

👶🏼 More tears.

👶🏼 Maybe he didn’t feel as confident.

👶🏼 “Sarah says she can’t feed them.” He relayed to John B.

👶🏼 “I—“ JJ thought he had prepared. Done enough research. 👶🏼He didn’t pay much mind to the intricacies of breast feeding because he figured Sarah had that part under control.

👶🏼 His eyes flicked from Sarah’s face, to her breasts, & back to her face.

👶🏼 His next words come without thinking.

👶🏼 “Are they…”

👶🏼 Sarah looks at him again as he tries to ask the question.

👶🏼 JJ whispers. Trying to be sensitive.

👶🏼 “Are they broken?”

👶🏼 & the smile that breaks out on Sarah’s face is genuine.

👶🏼 “No, JJ.” She says, a laugh almost breaking through. “They’re not broken.”

[realcube]

saying things they don’t mean during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey there! Hope you are having a great day!🙂 could u please write a Percabeth fic with badgirl!Annabeth and kind of Nerdy!Percy? Perhaps in 🛏 Percy flips the tables where he is SUPER dominant and he uses Annabeth’s kinks against her? Sorry if that’s 2 specific!

ooo an au and a smut? i'll do my best!

sidenote- i'm such a sucker for pet names so 'doll', 'darlin'' and 'babygirl' are gonna make frequent appearances

i don't think there are any warning needed

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"Annabeth, please, I need to concentrate." Percy frowned at the papers in front of him, puzzling over the maths. Annabeth sighed, flopping on the bed, her black leather jacket creaking as she threw her hands behind her head.

"I'm bored, Seaweed Brain," she lightly kicked the back of his chair with a boot. "And you've been staring at the same problem for twenty minutes so clearly you are too." Annabeth leaned up on her forearms, blonde twists tucked behind her ear. "What, I'm not as interesting as marine biology?"

Percy chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on the paper. "You're plenty interesting, but right now I really need to figure this out, okay?"

Annabeth sat up properly. "Can I help?"

"You're a genius at architecture and ancient Greek, babe, but marine biology has unfortunately never been a hyperfixation of yours." Percy noted something down on the paper and Annabeth's heart fluttered at the petname. It wasn't often that her boyfriend called her anything other than 'Annabeth', 'Annie', 'Beth' or 'Wise Girl'.

The leather jacket was shrugged off and Annabeth was left in black ripped jeans and a tank top, sleeves dipping to her hipbones. "Perce, you gotta relax," she stood behind his chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her lips touched his ear as she leant down. "I know, for a fact, I can help with that."

Percy reached up and lightly stroked her cheek, but returned his attention to his damn work. "I'm serious, Beth, I have to finish this by tomorrow."

Eyes rolling, Annabeth threw herself back on the bed. Clearly, being subtle wasn't working. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Honey, I'm bored, and I want attention. Specifically your attention." She fixed her eyes on the back of his head. "I want it now, Percy. Get over here."

There was a tense pause. Percy's pencil stopped scratching across the page.

He sighed.

"You're so demanding."

...that was a different tone than Annabeth was used to.

It didn't matter, she was ready to be in control. Percy silently got up from the desk and neatly tucked his chair in, picking up Annabeth's leather jacket from the bed and placing it on the back of the chair. Annabeth made to stand up from the bed, but Percy's hand pushed her back down.

"No, you wanted my attention, right?"

Annabeth paused. This was different. "...yes"

"Then strip."

Percy's voice was deep, commanding, and Annabeth shifted slightly on the bed. "What?"

He placed his hands either side of her thighs, eyes focused on hers. "I don't think I need to repeat myself, baby, do you?"

Oh fuck. Annabeth was so screwed.

Percy backed away, arms folded and giving her space. She stood, uncomfortably aware of her slightly shaky legs, and somewhat inelegantly kicked off her boots. No reaction. She shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them on the floor. No reaction. She pulled off her shirt and tossed that too. About to pull off her bralette, Percy held up his hand to stop her.

"Sit up on the bed."

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Since when did you start giving me orders?" She loved this new side, but oh boy was she gonna make him work for it.

The dark smile on Percy's face sent electricity through Annabeth's body. "Since when did you start obeying them, darlin'?"

He moved forward, so close they were almost chest to chest. "Now, be a doll, and sit on the bed. Leaning against the headboard, if you'd be so kind."

Annabeth moved onto the bed almost before realising it. Her breath caught in her throat as Percy grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, revealing toned, lean muscles.

Percy's eyes were dark, a shadowy green that pierced into Annabeth's smoky greys as he knelt on the bed, lowering his head to press kisses down Annabeth's thighs.

Shaky breaths left Annabeth as he kissed closer and closer to the line of her underwear. He winked as he nipped at her skin, pulling a gasp from her. "What, no retort? No witty comeback, Wise Girl?"

"Fuck o-" Annabeth choked on her words as Percy licked a stripe up her clothed pussy.

"That's what I thought," he whispered and leaned up, taking the material between his teeth and dragging it down, lifting her hips to pull the underwear down her legs and throw them across the floor.

Annabeth's head was whirling. Her sweet nerd had a whole other side to him and she felt out of her depth in the best way.

She slapped a hand across her mouth as Percy flicked and writhed his tongue, stifling the moans that threatened to spill out. A sharp slap to the outside of her thigh jolted her body, and she looked down to see Percy glaring at her.

"Don't you dare."

He dove back in and Annabeth's back arched, hands fisted in the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut and moans filled the room. Percy trailed his fingers so slowly across her skin she almost screamed when he plunged them into her, the new sensation lighting her on fire.

"Perce, fuck, more!"

Immediately, Percy pulled away, leaving his girlfriend panting and whining. "I don't think you're in the position to make demands, babygirl."

Annabeth pouted. "What? You just stopped, why?"

"You demanded attention like a brat," Percy shrugged, sitting back on his heels. "And now I'm giving it to you, you think you deserve more?"

A shiver ran down her spine as Annabeth registered the tone and the fact that her sweet, usually submissive boyfriend just called her a brat.

"Tell you what," Percy trailed a finger down her stomach. "If you ask nicely, and be a good girl for me, I'll give you what you want." He smirked. "Sound good?"

Annabeth tried her hardest to not instantly say yes, to retain some of her dignity. She was the tough one, the one everyone knew not to fuck with, and now she was on the verge of begging her boyfriend to fuck her.

She nodded.

"That's my girl." Percy beckoned her to sit up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His lips were a soft contrast to his behaviour, and she smiled into the kiss.

All too soon, Percy pulled away, but kept his hand on her neck. "Now, darlin', ask me for what you want."

She swallowed any uncertainty. "I want you... I want you to fuck me."

Percy shook his head. "That sounds like a demand, babygirl. Try again."

The fucker wanted her to beg.

"...please, Percy, please fuck me, I'll be good, I promise!"

The dark smile that spread over his face settled a pleasantly tight feeling in Annabeth's lower stomach. Percy pushed her back so she laid on the bed, and he kicked off his jeans and underwear. "That's much better, darlin'." He reached into the drawer by the bed and withdrew a condom, tearing open the packet and rolling the latex onto his cock. He slid back in between her legs, head dipping into the crook of her neck. Annabeth pushed against Percy's hips as his lips made contact with her skin, and both moaned at the friction.

"You're so gorgeous, baby." Percy nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

"Perce, please, stop teasing me," Annabeth looped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, pressing her body up against his. "I asked nicely, please, plea-"

Annabeth cried out and threw her head back as Percy thrust into her. He kept an unrelenting pace, and it was all she could do to hold onto him.

"This what you wanted, huh?" Percy's heavy breath was on her neck, his voice directly in her ear. "You wanted my attention, you finally got it, right?" Annabeth didn't answer, eyes closed and mind clouded with lust and pleasure. Percy slapped her thigh, snapping his hips into her hard. "Answer me, babygirl."

Annabeth shrieked. "Yes! Yes, this is what I wanted, Percy, thank you baby, I got what I wanted!"

Percy chuckled lowly into her neck. "That's my girl."

He sped up the pace, hitting that spot inside her that had her toes curling, stomach clenching, nails digging into his shoulders. "I-I'm so close Perce, don't stop, please please please don't stop-"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Wise Girl." Percy kept his movements consistent, only dragging a hand down Annabeth's body to rub circles in her clit.

Annabeth came with a scream, eyes squeezed shut and legs wrapped around her boyfriend's hips. Percy groaned deeply, reverberating in his chest as he spilled inside the condom, stilling his motions inside of her.

His arms shook with the effort to not collapse on top of her, and he gently pulled out of her. Shifting to the side of the bed, he let himself fall on the bed next to her. Removing the condom and tying off the end, he threw it expertly in the bin.

"Baby, that was just a whole new side of you, huh?" Annabeth smiled.

Percy blushed red, a stark contrast to just a few minutes ago. "Did you like it?"

She brushed his hair behind his ear. "It was new, but I did like it." She poked his shoulder. "My cute nerd has a dominant side, who knew?"

Percy grinned, and pecked her cheek. "Can I go back to my paper now, brat?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but smiled and shoved him off the bed. "Get back to it, Seaweed Brain."

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i very much hope you enjoyed! this took me forever to write bc executive dysfunction is a bitch but thank you so much for requesting!

[matsur1]

Sanzu Week 2022 Day 2 │Chapter 2: Life Choices

Warnings: Violence (but if u ARE a manga reader up til the latest chapters, then you don't need any warnings LMFAO)

A/n: This isn't proofread bc I made it too long and now I'm lazy to do so 😭 I'm sorry if there are some grammatical errors. BTW THE SANZU TRIO FOR THIS IS BAJI, MIKEY AND SANZU!!<3 I DID GO ALONG WITH THE PROMPT HEHE

Senju introduced you to them. “Mikey and Baji, this is our friend, Y/N. She’s a lovely girl and she’s like an older sister to me. Be kind to her just like you are to me!!” Senju warned them. “Y/N, this is Mikey and Baji. They’re very nice and very kind gentlemen!” Senju exclaimed. Sanzu giving everyone a smile, keeping quiet and waiting for the introductions to finish so all of you could play.

After all introductions, everyone decided to finally play but Mikey announced, “Since we have a new friend, today is a special play day!” he spoke with confidence while everyone else tilted their head a bit, showing curiosity and confusion. Mikey went into his room for a minute and went out with something hidden in his hand, hiding it behind his back. “What are you hiding, Mikey?” Baji asked, trying to peak as to what Mikey was hiding. “I have a very cool surprise!! And none of you must touch it except for me,” Mikey said in a serious tone. Everyone’s eyes shone in excitement. 

“Ja-Jan~!” Mikey said in surprise, showing his airplane model that his big bro, Shinichiro, made for him. He told everyone about how long it took Shin to finish which is why no one except him can hold the plane since it holds a special place in his heart. No one would want to see Mikey get mad, right? So none of you dared to touch the plane, everyone only played along with Mikey until you heard Senju scream in excitement that she wants one too but Takeomi, their older sibling, got mad at Senju for using such manly vocabulary which lead to Takeomi blaming Sanzu for it while you just stood there, wanting to do at least something but you were just a kid. A kid who was just like them, unlike Takeomi who basically took care of his siblings and played the father role for them ever since Mr. Akashi had been straying around due to the disappearance of Mrs. Akashi. It does make sense since Sanzu and Senju always hangout, but you still thought that it wasn’t totally Sanzu’s fault because as a kid, and a boy, it’d be normal for him to talk in a manly way which would make Senju pick it up. You felt down on their behalf. 

Later, Sanzu went missing so you went to look for him to comfort him. When you finally spotted him, you were about to shout his name, but you saw him and Senju talking. So, you may or may not have heard the conversation they had. You were shocked but it wasn’t a rare occurrence for siblings to one day “hate” each other because of the nuisance the other is causing. You were an only child, but you always looked at siblings' relationships from afar making you understand different points of view making people think you’re so  “matured” but in the end, you’re still a kid who wanted to enjoy your childhood. 

Moments later, while you and Senju were reading manga, you heard screams. Making you and Senju flinch. You both ran to where the screams were coming from as soon as you could. The moment you arrived there, your eyes widened, heart beating faster than normal and mind blank. All you saw right at the moment was blood coming out of Sanzu’s mouth, blood on Mikey’s hand, and blood all over on the floor. Your breath hitched, not knowing what to do. All you could do was stare and stand there. You couldn’t even think of how Senju was probably so scared, witnessing this scene. “What should I do? What is happening? Why won’t my body move?” clouded your mind. Mind full of questions, you heard voices but your mind couldn’t pick it up well. You assumed Senju felt the same too. 

Soon, Senju left on the verge of tears since Takeomi and Shinichiro told everyone they were going to visit the Shop for a minute, telling everyone should behave well.

Sanzu kept still so you decided to take this as an opportunity to talk to him about things. And it took a while for Sanzu to vent quite a lot of things that’s been bothering him. It all stopped when you heard a thud coming inside, so you asked Sanzu, “Should we check what that thud was?” But Sanzu shook his head no and replied, “You go on ahead, y/n.” You went to check and explored the Sano Household until you saw Senju crying on the floor. Asking what happened, she told you it was nothing but you assumed it was still because of the conflict between her and Sanzu. This time, you comfort Senju and asked her if she wanted to go and read manga since Shinichiro told you to make yourself at home and read some manga or play if you wanted to. 

The moment you finally came back to your senses, all you could think of was to tell anyone. Be it anyone but a kid like you. Could be Shin or Takeomi. So you ran in their household until you found the front gate. You went outside to see if there were any people who could help. Running out of breath, you found some people in the distance so you ran as fast as you could towards them. Until you bumped into them. Ah, it was Shin and Takeomi on their way home. You were running after your breath so you couldn’t tell them as soon as possible. Soon, tears started dripping down to your cheek which made the both of them shocked, asking, “Hey hey, what happened? Are you okay?” Shinichiro softly spoke trying to calm you down. “Did something happen?” Takeomi asked. You couldn’t mutter words at the moment due to the shock kicking in so the least you could do was point at the house and Shinichiro ran towards the house as fast as he could to find out what happened. Then Takeomi was left with you to calm you down. “Hey Kid, calm down, okay? Shin already went there. Whatever it was that happened, it’ll be okay,” you could tell he was trying hard to sound calm but you knew that he was nervous to find out as to what exactly happened. 

Later, Takeomi finally was able to invite you back home. You were still sniffling, holding his hand on the way home. He could tell you were shaking. So much. Then the moment you both came inside the house, you were greeted by everyone in the living room. Mikey being calm and composed while Baji was in shock. Senju crying and Sanzu with bandages on the sides of his mouth and some other parts of his face that Shin put on for him. Shinichiro looked serious. Looking directly at Mikey. It already looked like they were talking about what happened but silence came in when you and Takeomi came back home.

Takeomi immediately let go of your hand and ran towards Sanzu and Senju. Takeomi was too shocked to say anything else. All he could do was hug Sanzu and Senju. 

Later, everyone had a talk. A long and serious one. Everyone now knew what happened but the reason? Mikey didn’t talk about it. Or should I say, he never talked at all. 

This event truly traumatized you all. After your dad knew about this, he told you to avoid them from now on. It was only sometimes when you’d get to hang out with Sanzu and Senju again. You were isolated inside the house. It left you all alone in your own household. Basically becoming an inside child. It lasted long until you finally became a teenager. Of course, you wondered how everyone was doing now. So you decided to visit the Akashi household. And here you are now, in front of the Akashi household, rethinking your life choices.

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[reveniemus]

8 or 21 or 31 for the hug prompts. love your new look 😉💖

thank you!! i am obsessed with this photoshoot 😭😭 also i hope you enjoy some angst i guess?? bc i write that now???

geraskier in angst major, no. 1

pairing: gen with lite!geraskier rating: teen warnings: implied torture, mild descriptions of injuries jaskier is not having a good time

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Never say never, his mother had always said, and yet, Jaskier had foolishly done just that. He thought he was never going to feel anything worse than the heartache of what happened on the mountain, and yet, this moment was a very strong contender. It was such an obvious thing too, and Jaskier knew if Geralt had been there, he would’ve tutted at him for being so oblivious to the fact that the men giving him the eye were not, in fact, looking for a one night tumble.

Then again, if Geralt had been there, Jaskier wouldn’t have been flouncing about in a crowded tavern in plain view of some Nilfgaardian soldiers out of uniform. He would’ve been curled up in a bedroll on the forest floor, eating rabbit or deer and scribbling in his notebook while Geralt sharpened his swords.

“Bard’s tougher than he looks, huh?” he hears one of the guards say after he’s taken yet another beating. “That’s the third one today and he’s still conscious, somehow.”

“Barely. I bet if he got another one today, he’d tell us everything,” his companion says, and Jaskier’s body involuntarily winces at the thought of another beating so soon to his last one.

“Think the captain will let us? It’s not like we’re getting anywhere with the other prisoners,” the first one says, and he must lean against the bars because the scraping sound of metal against metal rings in Jaskier’s ears.

“Most likely. We haven’t tried branding yet,” the second voice answers, the gleeful tone to his voice making Jaskier’s stomach curl. Thankfully, it sounds like they’re finally, finally walking away and Jaskier lets himself relax when the sounds of their conversation dissipate.

He takes a deep breath and even that small, miniscule amount of movement makes his body ache. Jaskier tries to remember the things Geralt used to say about managing pain. The first step was to take inventory of his body to figure out what was wrong. It’s hard to do on his side, so Jaskier shifts, his face scrunching up as he lays on his back. It isn’t comfortable and the movement makes his bones feel like they’re on fire. How is it possible to feel this much pain and survive?

Okay, he can do this. He can take inventory of his body, just like Geralt used to.

Deep breath.

Something aches on his calf, near his ankle. Twisting it shoots pain up his leg, and Jasker bites down on his bottom lip to stop from making a noise. He can’t let the soldiers know he’s conscious enough to make noise.

Deep breath.

There’s a cut on his right upper thigh. He doesn’t know when he acquired it. This last beating? The one before? It’s not actively bleeding anymore, which is good. He thinks it means they didn’t hit anything major.

Deep breath.

A stabbing pain shoots up his left arm. Fuck. He hopes it’s not a break, because the implications of it makes his heart ache. Then again, he doesn’t know when he’ll see his lute again, so maybe it doesn’t really matter.

Deep breath.

His abdomen feels heavy. Is this what internal bleeding feels like? He should’ve asked Geralt how to know if you’re bleeding internally. Jaskier thinks he’d be colder if he were bleeding internally, or number.

Deep breath.

Jaskier’s head is pounding — not enough to distract from the rest of his pain, but just enough that his thoughts are verging on disjointed. Geralt would yell at him for not being able to focus.

Deep breath.

That definitely means there’s a head injury though. Jaskier remembers when Geralt had fought two fiends and they’d knocked him around. He had insisted that Jaskier not let him sleep, that it would make a head injury worse. Jaskier isn’t sure what worse means when the main part of your body that keeps things running is already hurt, but he thinks it means he shouldn’t sleep.

Deep breath.

If he’s asleep, though, he won’t feel the pain of his injuries. Jaskier closes his eyes, knowing Geralt would hit him for genuinely contemplating falling asleep while he’s got a definitive head injury.

Deep — Jaskier is jolted out of his breathing routine by a loud clanging noise, followed by thumps and screams and the sound of running. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, grimacing with the motion, to peer past the bars of his cell.

He should move back, maybe hide in the shadows and hope that whoever is attacking the prison will leave him alone. If he can have time to heal, he can get out of here and find … who? Geralt made it very clear he didn’t want Jaskier around, and it wasn’t like Jaskier could go around and find his old acquaintances. Anyone who was associated with him could be in danger because of his association with the White Wolf.

Maybe he could turn this prison into his home after whoever is out there finishes off the Nilfgaardians. Jaskier lays back down, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths as the noises of fighting seem to get closer. If he lies here, maybe they’ll think this cell is empty of viable prisoners and they’ll keep going.

“Fuck,” he hears a voice grunt before the door to his cell opens. The voice seems familiar, but Jaskier can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness and his already-vaguely-disjointed thoughts connect even less and less. “Please don’t be dead,” the voice says, and Jaskier vaguely feels a warm body next to him. The immediacy of the movement makes him flinch, and he hears another curse from the voice.

Familiarity blooms inside him, and he winces. His mind is playing tricks on him, it seems, maybe the Nilfgaardians decided an illusion would be more useful than a branding. Jaskier tries to curl into himself, but the pain that courses through him makes him scream.

“Jaskier, please, don’t move,” the voice whispers, gruff and gentle, and Jaskier whimpers as a hand brushes back his hair.

“Please, I don’t know anything, I swear,” he pleads, fighting back tears.

“It’s okay, Jask, you’re safe,” the voice murmurs, and Jaskier whines. The illusion feels so real it makes his heart ache, reminds him of the moments he clung to when Geralt’s fingers would barely brush over his skin when they were making camp, or when Jaskier made a stupid decision that got him hurt.

Suddenly, Jaskier is being tugged up, and he’s shocked into looking up. His eyes widen when he sees a shock of long white hair and amber eyes, a soft whisper escaping his lips.

“Yes, it’s me. We have to keep moving,” Geralt says, and Jaskier feels arms on his waist as he somehow gets on his feet. “Can you stand?” he asks, his eyes glittering with concern in a way that makes Jaskier’s head spin.

“You’re here,” he whispers, leaning back a little as Geralt’s hand moves from his waist. It’s not far, he can feel the heat of it against the ragged remains of his chemise, and Jaskier feels more light headed than he has in weeks.

“Careful,” the witcher murmurs, catching Jaskier’s arm as he sways on the spot. “I’ve got you, Julek.” His arm wraps around Jaskier’s waist and he brings him closer.

Jaskier inhales Geralt’s scent, a mix of leather and horse that’s difficult to duplicate, much less recreate in an illusion, and ignoring the sharp ache in his lungs at the movement. He’s probably got a broken rib, he realizes, as he involuntarily leans into Geralt more. “You’re here,” he repeats, his eyes fluttering.

“I am, but don’t fall asleep on me yet. You’ve got a nasty head wound,” Geralt says, his voice gruff and stern and the familiar tendrils of it makes Jaskier’s heart warm.

“Y’know, even if this was a dream, it’s a nice dream. I hoped this would be my last,” Jaskier whispers, like it’s a secret, as he leans into Geralt, wrapping an arm around the witcher’s waist. He has no balance, so he feels the sway of his body as he tries to recalibrate his center of gravity.

“It’s not a dream, and it sure as hell won’t be your last one.” Geralt’s response is angry, almost aggressive, and Jaskier thinks maybe he’s far too out of it to be affected by that. “Yen’s outside with a portal waiting for me to get you out of here,” he continues, tightening his grip around Jaskier’s waist and moving out of the cell.

Jaskier makes a soft noise, burying his face in Geralt’s neck as the witcher half-carries him out of the keep. “You came for me,” he mumbles, voice slurring as darkness starts to take a hold of his consciousness.

“I always will,” Geralt whispers. Or maybe it’s just a part of Jaskier’s dream. “You’re not dreaming, Jaskier, and I need you to stay awake.”

Did he say that aloud? Oh. Did that mean he was definitely dreaming or definitely not? Jaskier is about to say something else, he thinks, but putting words together has become very difficult. What a useless wordsmith he is, isn’t he? Not able to put words together! What a sorry excuse of a bard.

“What’s he babbling about?” a sultry feminine voice asks, and Jaskier’s body jerks, the pain shooting from his possibly-twisted ankle as he tries to run off. “Bard, what are you doing? Has he been doing this the whole time?”

“Hm,” Geralt grunts, shifting to hoist Jaskier towards the shimmering portal that’s just outside of his fuzzy eyeline.

“Why didn’t you Axii him like one of your horses?” Yennefer asks, her voice coming closer as Jaskier’s arm lifts and loops over someone’s neck. A lilac and gooseberries someone.

Geralt lets out a grunt that, if he were in the right state of mind, Jaskier would be able to translate, but for now, he knows there’s an underlying layer of softness to it that he wants to hold close to his heart.

“Oh, you stupid witcher,” Yennefer mumbles before Jaskier feels chaos surrounding him. It’s the last thing he consciously notes for himself before his vision goes black and his mind goes empty.

[sopebubbles]

Always my baby boy

Requested by my beastie so of course I HAD to do it bc she's amazing. And if she wants angst and fluff then that's what she'll get. This is set during Jimin's first year of college as part of The Pact AU

Fair warning I did cry while writing this and reading this, but then again I cry at everything.

"What, Jimin?" Jeongguk answered the phone gruffly.

"What's the matter? Why are you upset that I'm with Taehyung?" If there was one thing Jimin couldn't stand it was to let problems fester.

"I'm not. I told you to go hang out with him!" Guk nearly yelled.

"And I will, because I don't need your permission, but first I want to know why you're so upset. And don't tell me you're not because I know you better than anyone."

Jeongguk sat on the edge of his bed and grumbled into the phone. "I'm not upset, Chimmy. I just think you spend an awful lot of time with him."

"Well, he's the best friend I've made since I've been here and he hangs out with Jin hyung and Yn noona a lot, too, so yeah I guess we do." Jimin shrugged, not understanding the big deal. He already knew Guk was jealous, but he wasn't willing to give any credibility to do.

"He's your best friend now? I thought I was your best friend!" The younger boy was holding back angry tears now, trying but failing to keep them out of his voice. The unmistakable sound took Jimin aback.

"Baby, that's not what I said. He's the best friend I've made at college, but you're still my best best friend. My boyfriend. Nothing will change that." Jimin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "I think you'll really like Taehyung! He reminds me a lot of you actually. That's probably why I like hanging out with him so much. You guys probably have more in common then we do."

"Oh, so you're just going to replace me with him?" Jeongguk scoffed.

"What? Gukkie, are you even listening to me? No one could ever replace you for me." Jimin shook his head emphatically, not caring that the other boy couldn't see him.

"Whatever. I fucking knew this would happen. I knew you'd go to college and forget all about me, your dumb high school boyfriend."

"Gukkie, I don't know why you would ever think that. I don't think that at all. I could never forget about you."

"I can tell you're into him." Jeongguk's tone was harsh, acidic.

Jimin couldn't help but scoff at the assertion. "Oh my god, I am not into Taehyung."

"Ouch," Jeongguk could hear Taehyung's voice through the phone.

"He's there with you?!" Jeongguk demanded.

"Um, yes," Jimin admitted, feeling weak at the tone of his voice. He grabbed the nearest pillow and beat Tae with it until the taller boy left the room. "But I swear there's no attraction between me and Tae. He's not even gay," Jimin tried to laugh it off, but that was exactly the wrong thing to say.

"Oh but if he were you'd be all over him, right?"

"Fuck, no, Guk. I promise. We're just friends. I would never do that to you. I'm so in love with you." Jimin was on the verge of tears at the mere notion that Jeongguk thought he would ever be unfaithful.

"Yeah, that's what my sister thought about Yoongi, and look what happened to her."

Jimin's face hardened, his sorrow replaced with anger. He'd spent the last three weeks watching you go through the most gut wrenching heartache, unsure if you were going to pull yourself through to the other side.

"Don't you fucking dare compare me to that asshole, Min Yoongi. If you even think that I could do anything like that then you don't know me at all." Tears of anger slipped from the corners of his eyes while he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Maybe I don't know you," Jeongguk spat back, but the words felt wrong coming out of his mouth. He and Jimin had told each other so many things they would never tell anyone else. Still, Jeongguk wouldn't backtrack. "Maybe I'm done with you."

"Gukkie, what the fuck?" Jimin choked out.

"Bye. Have fun with Tae."

"Baby, wait. No-" Jimin cried harder, but the line when dead, leaving the broken boy sitting on the edge of his bed, tears streaming down his face in rivers until Tae returned, drawn in by the sound of his sobs.

>>

Jeongguk was laying on his back on his bed, tossing a baseball above his face, catching it just before it could hit him on each descent, when he heard a tapping at his window. It was already night time. It'd been nearly 24 hours since he last talk to Jimin. Nearly a full day of stubbornly refusing to respond to his messages or return his calls. It wasn't that Jeongguk didn't want to talk to him, or that he didn't want desperately to be with Jimin. It was just that. He was desperate for Jimin and his fear of losing him drove him to create wild scenarios in his mind of all the ways he could lose the love of his life. At least if Guk ended things now the dreadful thoughts would end.

It wasn't Jimin's fault and he knew that, too. The older boy had done nothing but make time for him, called him every night, texted through out the day. He'd paid for a train ticket so that Guk could come to see him in Seoul under the guise of coming to visit his sister. But the dramatic ending of your relationship with Yoongi had Jeongguk wondering if you could really believe in the people who said they loved you.

Guk narrowly avoided the baseball hitting his face as he shot up to see what or who was knocking at his window so late, his heart racing until he saw Jimin's face shining through the darkness. Or at least it would shine, if Jimin didn't look so utterly miserable. Guk raised the sticky window with a little effort, not having opened it in some time.

"Chim, what are you doing here?" Guk mumbled, looking at the window sill instead of his (ex?) boyfriend.

"You wouldn't answer me."

"Don't you have class tomorrow?" Guk wondered, his fingers walking along the window sill, his digits-- with a mind of their own-- wanting to reach for the older boy's collar and pull him through the window.

"Yes. Can you let me in? I don't want my parents to see me here or they'll kill me." Jimin flaked a half smile, but it did nothing to diminish the obvious sadness in his eyes. Jeongguk took a step back and let him crawl through the open frame. Once he was finally in the room, standing face to face with his love, it took every ounce of Jimin's self control not to pull the boy into his arms.

"Jimin, why did you come all the way here?" Guk still struggled to meet his eyes, knowing he would want to melt into them.

"Because, Gukkie, I need to talk to you. There's some kind of misunderstanding between us. And I can't let another second go by letting you think that I don't love you and only you, or that I won't always do so." Jimin took a step closer to the boy so he could reach out for his hand and hold it tightly in his own. "I'm never going to forget about you or leave you behind. I know that's hard to believe when we're apart, but I believe it. I think about you all the time. I want you all the time. And I don't worry about the time we spend apart because I know we're going to have the rest of our lives together."

Jeongguk turned his tear-filled eyes on Jimin, who looked back on him with sheer adoration, and he couldn't resist any longer. He couldn't stand one more second without the love of his life in his arms, so he yanked on Jimin's hand and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I miss you so much," Guk cried into his lover's neck.

"I miss you too, baby." Jimin rubbed his back firmly. "I hate being away from you, but it will be okay. We'll be together eventually as long as you don't let me go."

Jeongguk pulled back to look at Jimin's face and sniffed. "There's really nothing between you and Taehyung?"

Jimin shook his head with a small smile and took Jeongguk's face in his hands. "Nothing at all. I've never looked at him that way and I know for sure he'd never look at me that way. He's just someone in my life. You're the center of my world, baby."

Guk sniffed again and gave a little smile before he pulled Jimin close and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry I accused you and compared you to Yoongi. I guess the whole thing with them got me really on edge because noona was so happy and she never saw it coming. So I just feel like...I never know what could happen."

Jimin pulled Jeongguk in again, arms wrapped tightly around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. "You don't have to worry about that with me. You can depend on me. I'd never hurt you, Gukkie." They stood silently holding each other for a minute before Jimin spoke again. "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't know how I'd explain coming here to my parents without them getting mad and I didn't even bring a change of clothes." Jimin chuckled at how wrecklessly he had come. Guk nodded and released him just to pull him to the bed where Jimin nestled into his side, entwining their legs together.

"How did you even get here?" Guk wondered.

"I went to Yn noona and told her you broke up with me and I needed to fix it. She gave me money for the train and told me to make her believe in love again." Jimin giggled, even though the sight of you had been pitiful. "She's not good, Guk. She sent money for you to come visit her this weekend." Jimin pulled and envelop out of his pocket and handed out over. "She said she needed to see her baby boy."

Guk took the envelop and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a baby boy," he grumbled.

"She said you'd say that. She said you'll always be her baby boy." Jimin hid his smile in Jeongguk's neck, pressing his soft lips to his warm skin. "You'll always be my baby boy, too."

Guk couldn't help his own smile and tightened his arms around his boyfriend. "That one I'm okay with."

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[marvelous-imagines]

Still loving you

Johnny Lawrence x reader

Request: Awesome! If I may submit 2, 1) where reader likes Johnny, and Johnny is going back and forth with Daniel bc of Allie, and reader breaks it off with Johnny and angst then they get back together. (it's hardly anything like the request and I just realized that and I'm so sorry)

Warnings: mild language. Angst. Fluff at the end!

@jojosgirlkat1dluvr

You Was Seated at a booth with your boyfriend Johnny and his friends at a dinner, listening to them joke around and and just talk about how their karate training went today. You was seated beside Johnny who had a arm wrapped around you, his red cobra Kai jacket on you as you leaned into his side.

"God the waitress is hot, I'm gonna ask her for her number next time she comes around" Bobby, one of Johnny's friends said, causing the rest of the gang to laugh at him.

"she's twice you're age idiot, she's not going to" johnny laughed out, eating a French fry off your plate which makes you swat his hand away playfully.

"oh yeah? 20 bucks says I can?" the boy bets, making you shake your head at him.

"you're honestly betting on it?" you lift a brow at him, shaking your head. Tommy throws 20 dollars on the table causing the rest to do the same.

"if she gives you her number you're not only winning this money, but my respect Bobby" Dutch tells him. You roll your eyes at the boys and finish up your food. After a few minutes the waitress came back to hand you your bill, which Johnny payed for, and you nearly choked on air when Bobby give the older woman a smirk while leaning back in his seat.

"hey babe, I was wondering if maybe I could get you're number?" he said confidently, looking the woman up and down. She scoffs and shows him a ring on her finger.

"I'm married asshole, the only thing you're grabbing is a ride out of here" she growls while stomping away. Everyone at the table burst out laughing, including yourself. Bobby flips you all off and stands up. Causing everyone to follow him out the door.

"you really know how to speak to the ladies Bobby" Tommy laughed, slapping him on the back as you all walked outside into the night air. Johnny still having a arm slung around you pulls you closer. But you can feel him tense up, looking up at him your about to question him what's wrong, but then you see his eyes focused on the new kid larusso and Johnny's ex girlfriend ali.

You couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, you knew he still felt a little something for the girl. He always gave her lingering glances, his eyes lighting up with anger when the larusso boy hangs around her.

It made you feel a little pinge of hurt whenever you would catch him staring at them, especially since you and him has been dating for nearly a week or two now, you feel so in love with the boy, he was so sweet towards you, funny and loving person. And he was so handsome, any woman would kill just to be in your position, having Johnny Lawrence have his arm around them. But you didn't feel as lucky when he looked at ali...

"look at that loser, who the hell does he think he is strutting around here?" johnny seethes while looking at the two, watching how Daniel put his arm around ali. But poor Daniel stops in his tracks like a deer caught in headlights when he sees Johnny and his gang.

"oh no...." Daniel muttered, "maybe we should go..." he looks to ali. But Johnny, pulling his arm away from you stops him from moving by pushing his shoulder, causing Daniel to stumble back some.

"where do you think you're loser?" johnny asks with a smirk, the anger in his blue eye's caused you to give Johnny a confused yet angered look.

"don't be mean to the poor kid Johnny, let's just go" you said trying to get him to leave the boy alone. But he doesn't listen, Johnny's friends watching this go down with snickers and chuckles like it was funny. But for you, it was far from it.

"look man, I don't want any trouble I'm just trying to grab something to eat with my -

"you think I'm gonna let you get away with what you done larusso?" johnny questions while pushing Daniel back again.

"johnny stop being such a jerk and just let us be" ali spoke while standing behind Daniel.

"yeah Johnny let's just go please?" you say but Johnny only scoffs at you.

"and let this loser -

"johnny please?" you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder trying to get him to calm down. But he doesn't even pay attention to you.

"I don't wanna fight man, but I will if you don't back off" Daniel says in defense, causing Johnny to laugh at him mockingly. You feeling anger bubbling up inside you at how childish your boyfriend was acting.

"did you hear that boys? Larusso thinks he can beat us!" johnny snickers, but Daniel shakes his head.

"just let us go prick"

"who you calling prick loser!" johnny grabs Daniels jacket and ali grabs Daniel while you push Johnny back, his glare falling on you.

"leave him alone Johnny! God you're acting like such a child! Picking on someone so - so innocent!" you say, face flushed with anger. Johnny rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"so what? You're taking his side now?" he asks, venom dripping from his voice. You scoff, watching how he glares at the ground, jaw tense and fist clenched. "is he taking you to? Stealing you away from me like he did ali?" he questioned with the same harsh tone.

You feel a wave of shock and disappointment wash over you. "why would you even think that? For one thing he never stole ali Johnny, she broke up with you! And another I'd -

"then what the hell do you call that!" he points at ali and Johnny, ali holding Daniel back as he glared at your boyfriend. You feel a wave of fresh anger and glare at Johnny.

"of you can't stop being such a asshole then I'm leaving you Johnny! So you can choose right now, either leave them alone or I'm leaving" you state, crossing your arms. You expected Johnny to calm down, to wrap his arms around you as his tough guy facade washes away for a split second to keep you with him. But you was wrong, instead he let's out a un-amused chuckle.

"go then! See if I care! All you do is nag me over stupid shit like this!" he motioned toward the fight, his once blue loving eyes cold and heartless. You feel hot tears filling your eyes as your bottom lip trembles. You only stare at him hoping he would realize what he said and take it back. But he doesn't, he only gives you a glare.

"okay then, I guess that's that..." you muttered, tears falling from your eye's as you push past him and leave him standing there with his friends, Daniel and Ali.

You walked home that night, heart broken into a million peices. You had thought Johnny was different, that he was the sweet heart of a man whenever you both started dating, the sweet things he would say to you, the way he couldn't stand not holding your hand every second. You thought his soft kisses and exclaims of love for you was genuine, that he actually loved holding you close to him, loved you...

But now you know that was all a lie, the Johnny you thought you knew was just a dream you couldn't even have... Once you was home you laid in bed and cried, the pain of knowing that Johnny didn't love you hurt, the feelings you felt for him apparently unrequited.

The next morning at school was unbearable, seeing him laugh and joke around with his friends as if nothing ever happened, as if he didn't end things with you. But the next few other days was worse, so bad you skipped a day of school, that day being today. You was laid in bed just reading a magazine when your phone rings, ignoring it you continued reading the dumb magazine in hopes of taking your mind of things, but the phones insistent ringing forced you to throw the magazine down and reach over your bed to grab the ringing phone off your bed side table.

"hello?" you grumbled into the phone, but you feel your heart drop, the dark cloud of sadness you've pushed away for the day came right back.

"hey y/n, I know you really don't -

You hung up on Johnny, tears swimming in your eye's. His voice sounded glum, cracking slightly as if he was on the verge of tears. But you knew he wasn't, at least that's what you thought. Because over these past week he seemed happy without you.

Just as you was about to pick the magazine back up the phone rings again, this time you wipe your eyes harshly and pick the phone up.

"look Johnny I -

"it's Bobby, and before you hang up I wanted to let you know that Johnny has been a absolute mess without you... He hasn't been showing up to training at the dojo lately, he's skipping school and he won't even barely talk to us..." he explained, and even though you wanted to forgive Johnny, you knew that it should be in person.

"if he really wants to fix things tell him to meet me at the dinner..." you muttered while playing with the phones curly cord.

"what time?" Bobby sounded relieved and happy. You let a small smile grace your face.

"tomorrow evening at 3pm" you said, hearing Bobby bid you goodnight before hanging up.

You sigh and laid down on your bed, wondering if forgiving would be the right decision. Or if not forgiving him was the wrong....

The diner was full, friends laughing at one another, family having a great time. And then there was you, waiting at a booth by the window alone. It was nearing 3pm, but Johnny was nowhere to be seen. You sigh and can't help but feel slightly disappointed by his absence, you thought he'd actually missed you, regretted his decision that unfortunate night outside this diner.

Looking down at your watch you see Johnny was already two minutes late, sighing your ready to stand up, deciding Johnny needed some time to gather his thoughts...

But you sat back down when you spot Johnny walk through the doors, blond hair a mess atop his head, black cloth that's usually tied around his head gone. He wore a faded old t-shirt and jeans, his blue eye's holding a glum glow about them as he looks up and spots you, quick to stride over and slip into the empty booth with you. You give him a emotionless expression as he opted for gazing out the window.

"penny for you're thoughts?" you asked harsher then meant to. But Johnny looks at you, big blue eye's holding nothing but regrets.

"I - I'm sorry for what happened that night... I was wrong for saying what I did... For pushing you away -

"being a big jerk?" you added to the list. He nods and looks back out the window with a deep sigh.

"I miss you y/n... Please just - forgive me" he whispers, voice holding a genuine hurt tone to it. You sigh looking over Johnny's face, taking in how miserable his eyes are, showing the misery he truly was in over this past week. Reaching over the table and grabbing ahold of his hand you give him a gentle squeeze, causing him to look up with a hopeful glint.

"as much as I hate how you was doing Daniel that night... I suppose I forgive you" you muttered, his face lighting up as he tries to say something but you cut him off "if we start dating again I expect you to leave Daniel and Ali alone Johnny" you explain, giving him a pleading look, begging for him to at least listen to you, promise you.

"okay, done. But if he starts it I'm not letting the little prick walk all over me y/n" he tells you with a serious look. Which causes you to roll your eyes.

"only if he starts it and throws the first punch" you confirmed with a small little smile. Johnny squeezes your hand that he held in yours atop the table as he gives you a little smile of his own.

"and one last thing to discuss..." you trail off, looking away from his concerned and confused eyes.

"what is it?" he swallowed thickly, worried by the look in your eye, how you looked afraid, hurt and skeptical.

"stop making me feel like I'm only just you're friend... I see how you look at ali, the only reason you hate Daniel so bad is because he - what you claim, stole her away from you..." you struggle to look at him, knowing your insecurities was starting to boil over the top. "I know she's prettier and -

"y/n you're the most beautiful woman I've ever lied eyes on, if you even for a moment think I'd ever leave you for ali your wrong. I love you, more than anything and nothings gonna change that" he interrupted your train on insecure thoughts. You feel your heart skip a beat and melting at his words, the way he gazed at you with love and truth, a genuine smile on his face as he let his eyes roam every detail and feature about you.

"johnny - I love you too..." you stuttered as you felt a wave of emotions hit you. Causing tears of happiness to form in your eye's. Johnny let's a little smile tug at his lips as he leaned closer, halfway across the table to cup your cheek.

"I know ya do babe, and like I said before, I love you more" he gives you a quick peck on the lips before bringing your hand up to his lips placing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. Heart fluttering at his sweet little kisses.

That day in the diner you and Johnny sit and talked for hours, his eyes on you never leaving once. He regretted the night he had hurt you and pushed you away, but he knew that if he kept his promises to you that nothing could ever keep you both apart.

A/n: here it is! I hope it isn't as bad as I believe it to be lol, it was rushed. I've been incredibly busy with work and have hardly any time to myself lately!, but here's this and then I'll work on the other one!

[sinkix]

~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy​ gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef 

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS  MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork. 

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things. 

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

[kyber-crystal]

here again || s.r

words: ~2k

summary: you & steve reunite in wakanda after two long years apart

warning: literally none, just fluff. also bad writing bc this is an old ass oneshot

a/n: so uh,,,this was apparently the result of me falling in love with nomad steve rogers all over again. IW was actually the first avengers film i saw and let me just say, hot damn...also i’m horrible w/titles i’m so sorry. if you’d like to be added to my taglist to be the first to know when i publish something new loml!

tags: to @wxstedhexrt​ ! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET AND SUPPORTIVE AND ALWAYS TAGGING ME IN STUFF ILY

Time flies, people told you. Make the most of every moment. Take nothing for granted. Appreciate those you have around you while they’re still here, because you never know when they’ll leave you. 

What they didn’t mention was what happened between those long hours, the immense pain that came along with missing someone you loved and held near and dear to your heart. The countless sleepless nights awake, wondering if they’d be alright, wondering if they were safe and not in danger. The countless nights hoping and praying they’d come back to you and crying yourself to sleep.

They didn’t tell you that sometimes, you never knew what you were missing until it was gone. 

In your case, your ‘what’ was Steve Rogers. 

Initially, you’d started off on Tony’s side. Not because you agreed with his argument - that wasn’t the case at all - but because you couldn’t stand the idea of turning your back against the man that had sacrificed so much for your sake. But as soon as you saw Steve on the other side of the battlefield, eyes soft and pleading, you couldn’t take it anymore. You caved.  

Being in love made people do strange things, you thought.

You were lucky enough to have found refuge in Wakanda. T’Challa was more than happy to let you stay, knowing you had nowhere else to go and wanting to make sure you were looked after at all times. The others - Sam and the rest of Team Cap, had been sent to the Raft - they weren’t as lucky.

You felt awful. Here you were, living out a peaceful life (well, as peaceful of a fugitive’s life could be), while the rest of your teammates were trapped within the iron fists of the government.

Two years passed, and you still hadn’t gotten a message, any sort of sign, from any of them. You began losing hope. Maybe they weren’t coming back...

“Miss Y/N?” a calm voice suddenly jarred you from your thoughts. 

You turned around to see T’Challa standing there with his hands behind his back. “How many times have i told you to just address me as Y/N?”

“My apologies, Y/N,” he nodded curtly, correcting himself. “Are you alright?”

“Just...thinking,” you hummed. 

“It seems as if you have a lot on your mind,” he guessed. “Is there something that’s bothering you?”

“No, no...”

“Miss- Y/N, you’ve been here for two years, and you think by now, I wouldn’t know when something’s up?”  The Wakandan king raised an eyebrow. 

“T’challa-”

“Hopefully, some good news will lift your spirits?” he offered. “I have received a call, they’re on their way.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

“Captain Rogers and the others are due to arrive soon. War is coming, and we need to prepare.”

You froze. “D..did I just hear you correctly?”

“Indeed. Okoye will meet you outside your chambers in half an hour, so take some time to wash up and rest, will you? You seem exhausted.”

“You know me so well,” you yawned and stretched your arms in the air. “See you in a bit.”

After you finished washing up and drying your hair, you changed into a comfortable cable-knit sweater and dark jeans before opening the door to see Okoye and Shuri standing there. “Hi.”

Shuri came forward and squeezed you into a tight hug. “Hey!”

You chuckled lightly and ruffled her hair. “So, what’re we doing?”

“T’Challa’s already there, we’re going to see Barnes,” she explained.

“Bucky?” 

“The one and only.”

Okoye offered you one of her rare smiles. You’d formed an unexpected close friendship with the fierce warrior during your time here - she made an excellent sparring partner, and even taught you how to work her weapons.

You headed outside to meet T’Challa, and made your way towards the fields together. 

...

“Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve stated as he walked up to the pilot’s seat. Despite the calm tone of voice he had, everyone could tell he was on the verge of losing it.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said, “or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

“Nervous, Rogers?” Natasha nudged him gently in the side. 

“No.” But the look in his eyes gave it all away.

“It’s been a wild two years, huh,” she exhaled as she stared out ahead, the Quinjet passing through a camouflage forcefield into the Golden City’s valley, landing at the airfield outside the palace.

“Yeah...it has.”

“So when are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re hopelessly in love with her.”

“Natasha-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers, I know you are,” she gave the super-soldier an accusatory look. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have woken up in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare that she died, and it was only after talking with Sam for an hour that you fell back asleep. Which has happened multiple times before.”

“But, Natasha-”

“Come on..why can’t you just admit it? Are you afraid she’s gonna reject you? Because that should be the least of your worries. She’s head over heels for you.”

“What makes you think that?” he tilted his head to the side slightly. 

“Intuition. And the way she looked at you.”

“When you said we were going to open Wakanda to the rest of the world...this is not what I imagined,” Okoye commented as she and T’Challa walked side-by-side.

“And what did you imagine?”

“The Olympics. Maybe even a Starbucks.”

The Quinjet’s back gate dropped open and its occupants disembarked. Steve and Natasha stepped down the ramp first, followed by Bruce and Rhodey, with Vision and Wanda in the back.

“Should we bow?” Bruce whispered into Rhodey’s ear.

“Yeah,” he replied, dead serious. “He’s a king.”

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve said as he and T’Challa shook hands. 

Bruce awkwardly bowed. Rhodey pretended to look shocked, but there was a hint of an smile on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa motioned with his hand. Bruce shot Rhodey a look, and was just answered with an amused grin. “So how big of an assault can we expect?”

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce replied as they began walking back into the administrative building.

“How we looking?” Natasha questioned.

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and...”

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky finished with a wide grin as he walked towards his best friend. The two men exchanged a tight hug. 

“How you been, Buck?”

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “But I think I’ve been holding up better than she has.”

“Who?”

“Everyone’s favorite retired Olympian, ex-nurse, and fugitive electrokinetic hero.”

“What-”

Before he had the chance to answer, your familiar figure stepped out from the shadows.

“Y/N?”

“Steve?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat and froze on the spot. He still had that same lean, muscular figure that any girl would swoon over, but his hair had grown out from years on the run and a rugged beard now covered his sharp jaw. His suit was darkened from dirt and grime and the star in its centre was torn out. But he was still absolutely breathtaking - bright blue eyes shining through the coverage. 

His expression immediately softened upon seeing you. After many nights praying to see your face again his vision had finally become reality - and he had to keep pinching the inside of his palm to remind himself that this in fact, wasn’t a dream at all. He wasn’t dreaming. You were real, and you were standing just a couple yards away. 

You felt your chest ache at the sight of him - it had been two years since you heard him speak. And it didn’t seem to matter how long you were apart for, because his voice would always make you weak at the knees. You hated him for making you react the way you did - or was it yourself that your hatred was directed at more?

But then all feelings of resentment and frustration starting to bubble up to the surface suddenly evaporated. You snapped out of your temporary trance and broke into a sprint, running as fast as your legs would carry you and launching yourself towards him, flinging your arms around his neck. “Steve-”

You slumped against him and broke down, your body trembling from your sobs. He pulled you closer against him and circled his arms around your waist. You didn’t know whether you were crying out of frustration or relief - but the feeling that was brought upon you by being held by him was unlike any other - you’d never get tired of it. You felt so safe, so protected in his tight embrace that you didn’t want to think about anything else. You didn’t want to think about the inevitable war on your way, you didn’t want to think about the past nor the  future, you just wanted to live in the moment - with your head on his chest, his chin on top of your head. That was it.

Steve felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. You were crying. You never cried. You never cried and now you were breaking down - because of him.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your hair. “God, I missed you so much. I’m so sorry I left you-”

“It’s okay-” you choked out, “I’m just glad you’re alive-”

You lifted your chin up slightly and he rested his forehead against yours, so close that there were only a few millimeters that kept your lips from touching. That’s when you realized he, too, was crying - tears streaming down his face and you swear there’s literally nothing that could make him look any less handsome. You felt your heart stop momentarily. A strange feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. If it weren’t for his steady gaze, you’re almost 100% sure you would’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Steve let out a shaky sigh of relief, inhaling the fresh scent of roses in your hair. It’s been two years since he was last able to hold you like this - and two years later, he still believes you fit perfectly together and that you were made to be held by him, and him alone. 

Then you were overcome with a sudden surge of confidence and quickly cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his, closing the gap. 

It was like fireworks were shooting through your veins as he deepened the kiss and pulled you closer - if that was even possible, given that you were practically pressed against one another - your heart racing at what felt like a million miles per hour at the feeling of his warm lips on yours and his hand between your shoulder blades and on the small of your back. He tasted like everything between euphoria and heartbreak, salty tears and berries and warm coffee, and his touch was electrifying.

You probably could’ve gone on like that for hours on end. It was only when you heard someone cough awkwardly that you broke apart, eyes still glassy with tears, your faces flushed, and lips swollen.

“Are you and lover boy gonna keep up the baby-making or are you gonna say hi to the rest of us?” Sam interjected. “Just a friendly reminder that you aren’t the only two people here.”

“You’re gross,” you muttered as Steve released you to go greet the others. “Hey, Sam. It’s been a while, huh.”

“Long time no see,” he agreed.

“Well, well, well, I see you’ve finally worked up the courage to make a move, both of you,” Natasha smirked as she brought you in for a quick hug. “I’m proud of you both.”

“Nat! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. You know, Cap wouldn’t stop rambling about you the entire way here-”

“Shut up, Nat,” Steve cut her off. “I wasn’t rambling.”

“Not rambling my ass,” Bucky muttered, “you were talking my ear off that day we took the Quinjet. Wouldn’t stop worrying about her when she insisted she’d be okay.”

“If there was an Olympic sport of being passionately in love with your best friend and mutually pining over one another for years before finally breaking the through-the-roof tension, I assure you you’d win, Captain,” Shuri grinned mischievously.

“Oh, my God.”