#hot chocolate but only if im having it w a friend

[awearywritersworld]

the three times gojo thinks he might be in love and the time he knows for sure

gojo satoru x reader summary: title says it all w/c: 1k tags/warnings: ft baby megumi. fluff, then some more fluff. gumi refers to reader as mom. one curse word. brief reference to canon typical violence. a/n: i am ridiculously soft for this man. he needs a hug masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

the first time it happens, it's the dead of winter and you're both still teenagers. it's the year before the star plasma vessel mission, when everything in gojo's life feels like it's falling into place. he has friends, real friends, for the first time in his life.

you drag him, kicking and screaming (it's all for show, he'd go anywhere with you), out to a snow covered field. you innocently beg him to turn off limitless, and of course he acquiesces, only to be pelted in the face with a snowball.

he throws himself into the snow upon impact, arms flailing dramatically. "i'm dead! you've killed me!"

you join him on the ground, arms out stretched and nudging the fabric of his coat. "hm, then i guess i'll have to drink all the hot chocolate by myself-"

"i have returned to the living realm!!" he shouts, shooting up into a sitting position. "had to fight god for it, told 'im i couldn't bear to leave my (y/n)-chan!"

"oh, you are so full of shit," you accuse with an amused smile.

you gaze at one another as the snow falls around you silently, both somehow feeling warm despite the frigidness of the air. his glasses have slipped down his nose, giving you a glimpse at his eyes. you're thinking about how the flakes blend in with his lashes before melting away entirely. he's thinking that he might be in love with you.

~~~

some time passes before the second instance, which takes place in the spring. gojo makes his way around campus, looking for wherever you and megumi ran off to. the small boy has been attached to your hip ever since gojo brought him home two years ago.

when he finds you, you're both splayed out in the grass and pointing up at the clouds.

"that one looks like a dog!" megumi exclaims excitedly.

"and that one looks like it might be his ball, don't you think?" you question. he agrees wholeheartedly with an enthusiastic nod.

after awhile, megumi sits up, rubbing at his eyes. "can we go inside now, mom?"

there's a split second he doesn't realize what he's said, but when it dawns on him, he looks down right scared. "'m sorry!"

your features soften and your heart soars before you're gathering him up in your arms.

"oh, my sweet boy," you coo.

rocking him back and forth, you hold him for a few passing moments. he hides his face in your chest, his hands gripping onto your shirt as if it's his life line.

you pull away just enough to see his face. you'd do anything to stop the tears swimming in his eyes, just like any mother would. "you can call me whatever you like 'gumi."

"p-promise?"

"yup!" you assure, bopping his nose with your pointer finger. it earns a small giggle.

gojo watches as you rise from the ground, megumi's head now resting on your shoulder and his arms around your neck. you're humming as you walk back toward the buildings.

gojo's legs are like lead and his heart feels as if it's shifted up into his throat. for the first time, he thinks about getting married, about having a family. your face is at the forefront of every image that forces itself into his mind.

~~~

the third time happens in the dead of night. megumi is asleep and the two of you decide to watch a movie, but you're yawning before he even presses play.

you sit so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiate from his body and although you fight to keep your eyes open, you can't help but be lulled to sleep.

he tenses for a moment when your head lands squarely on his shoulder. it seems as if you're both frozen, but then you let out a soft snore as your body shifts and your hand moves to his stomach. he finally relaxes.

your hair had fallen across your face and he pushes it back behind your ear so that he can see you. he tries to ignore the urge to brush his fingers across your cheekbone, or over your bottom lip. he fails.

gojo remains still for hours, and it feels strange to the usually hyperactive man, but he's terrified of disturbing you. terrified that you'll pull away from him and he'll never get to feel like this again.

he lets that stupid movie play through twice, but he spends most of the time stealing glances at you. he does eventually turn the tv off and the only sounds that remain are the trill of summer crickets outside his window and your soft, slow breaths.

he has no idea what time it is when he falls asleep, but when he finally does, he dreams about that day in the snow.

~~~

leaves fall at your feet as the two of you make your way down the sidewalk. every now and then, your fingers brush against his and it makes his heart skip a beat. he wonders (hopes?) if anyone has mistaken you for a couple.

you come across a familiar mansion, one that the two of you exorcised together as teenagers. it feels like a lifetime ago. you stop at the gate, a bronze glint on the ground catching your eye.

crouching down, you brush away shades of orange and red to reveal a memorial for all the people who had died on the once cursed property.

"for the lives that were taken here, and for the lost soul who took them... may they rest now in the afterlife."

gojo scrunches his nose, about to make some comment about how pitiful it was to commemorate a cursed spirit, but the words die in his throat when you look up at him with watery eyes.

"this is so beautiful," you remark, turning back to the engraved words.

he shoves his hands in his pockets, peering down to read over the words once more. maybe he'd missed something?

"this community was so fearful, remember? people lost friends and family here." he nods even though you aren't looking at him, watching how your fingertips move across the words as if you're considering them further. "the spirit scared them and it stole from them, but they still regard it with sympathy and kindness.. it takes strength to do that, you know?"

he feels his chest tighten as he registers your words. for a fleeting instance, he feels like an asshole for ever finding it pitiful, but that was the thing. you have such an easy way about you, a sort of gentleness he had yet to find in anyone else. the time he spends in your company seems like the only respite he ever gets from the horrors of the world.

he hasn't answered you yet, so you look back to him expectantly. "don't you think it's beautiful, 'toru?"

god, he could fall to his knees right then and there. he could roll over and die on the chilly concrete and he'd consider it a privilege to have died by your side.

i love you. i love you. i love you. those are the only three words his brain can muster.

"yeah," he finally chokes out. "it really is."

[murdrdocs]

you can totally ignore this, but i can't stop thinking about sejanus stealing corio's girl. i swear, my mind don't have space for anything else

im so in love w this concept because the thing is, sejanus wouldn't have to try. he probably wouldn't be trying. he would just be there at the right time, prepared to pick up the pieces his best friend has left messily unattended, an open promise of putting them back together. the pieces of course, being you.

on his doorstep, mascara running and your head ducked. completely opposite of how sejanus has ever seen you. sejanus is already pulling you in, offering a cup of tea or maybe hot chocolate to make you feel better. and then ma plinth comes around the corner, and her maternal instincts kick in and you end up with two slices of pie and a slice of cake, and rich hot chocolate prepared by sejanus himself.

the treats already make you docile, then sejanus is looking at you with those big brown eyes full of understanding as you spill out all of the intimate details of you and coriolanus' relationship, only to get to where it is now practically in shambles. and then sejanus is pulling you into a strong and sweet smelling hug and he's so warm and so nice and comforting so it's really no surprise that you're kissing him.

[kumkissed]

♱ Stretch You Out ♱

C/W: older man(35) x younger reader(25), breeding kink, possessiveness, self obsessed reader(like reader is actually THAT bitch like I’m so fr), major overstimulation, f. receiving , mdni

It’s this intoxicating smell Toji hates…laying back in his seat as his green eyes scan the surrounding area. He can’t even believe he came, finally indulging in his friends to “loosen up” he never even expected they’d bring him to a strip club. The smell of sweet, cologne, and sickly sweet perfume give him an entirely new headache. The low red lights keep him at bay as he throws drinks back as if he doesn’t have work tomorrow, he’s been tuning the others out but his attention is drawn back at the words “She’s coming out soon Toji, the real reason we brought you.” He turns his attention towards the voice seeing Sukuna smirking, tilting his head towards the stage. Toji scoffs looking towards the stage with an unimpressed look.

He’s floored, chocolate skin glistening with glitter as your outfit hugged your curves exposing your cleavage. Your tall glass like heels leave Toji’s mouth dry, green eyes staying on your body, he doesn’t even pay the teasing he’s receiving from his friends any mind. With every move you take he can feel his pants becoming tighter and tighter, the way your body presses up against the pole, maneuvering yourself in a way that makes you seem ethereal. You move as if you know everyone will enjoy it, such confidence in your dancing makes him a little hot. “Stretch you out” By Summer Walker and you are the only thing in his world right now, he shifts in his seat trying to get a better view of you taking another sip of his drink. “Like what you see? Good thing I got you an appointment” Toji nods at what Gojo said before pausing whipping his head towards him “The fuck you mean?” Gojo laughs before shrugging his shoulders pointing behind Toji. Toji notices the sound of heels now that the music is lower, turning around green eyes meet brown ones and his nose is flooded with a sweet scent.

“You must be Toji, y/n nice to meet you.” You reach your hand out, your eyes never leaving Toji’s. You’re shocked at how soft Toji grabs your hand, although his hands may be rough from work he holds your hand like it’s glass. “An honor to meet you doll.” There’s a beat of silence before Gojo speaks “Well y/n why don’t you take our friend here? He’s the one I told you about.” You hum before turning towards the white haired male “make sure you paying me what I asked, I’m the best one in here don’t forget that.” Gojo giggles, nodding and handing you a full duffel bag full of money. You stare at the duffel bag then back at Toji eyes asking(telling) him to carry it, you don’t even give him time to react before walk away. Toji doesn’t even speak before grabbing the bag, smirking at his friends and following you.

There’s no conversation between you two, as you lead him to your private room. He’s in awe once again, Polaroids of yourself littered over the wall, a couch on by wall, and a big vanity across from the holding all of your makeup and perfume. “It’s what I get for being one of the best, you should be honored” Toji scoffs “For somebody as short as you, you got a lot of attitude” You shrug grabbing his hand leading him to the couch “For a man with a kid, you’re in a strip club?” You chuckle sitting next to him, shedding yourself of your heels before sitting your painted white toes on Toji’s lap. He’s curious, how does this little cutie know so much about him? Before he can even ask a question, you press your feet down adding pressure on his clothed dick. Yeah…this is gna be a night.

——-

A/N: yes there will be a part 2 i just wanted to release this to come backkkk, send ur req, ttm, cause im bacck 🌸

[augustvandyne]

OMG YOU WRITE OF GINNY AND GEORGIA! PLS IM BEGGING WRITE A MAX BAKER X FEM READER!

Sorry for the aggression… No one writes for her🥲

Maybe like R is Ginnys sister (different mom) but she never knew her mom bc she dropped her off at Zions w a note and a DNA test or something. Maybe she does online school bc she’s always travelling w Zion then she moves with him and goes over to see Ginny, Georgia and Austin bc Georgia was always basically her mom.

She then had her first day at school and meets Max and they both have gay panic and stutter bc yk gay.

Then later Ginny takes her to sit w her friends and Max is talking about this girl she ran into and swears she’s in love and R is just sitting next to Ginny on the end of the table waiting for her to notice she’s there. And she only notices when Ginny asks what the girl’s name was and Max is like, “CRAP! I WAS JUST RAMBLING AND NEVER ASKED HER NAME! SHE KNEW MINE BUT I WOULDN’T SHUT UP TO LEG HER SPEAK! Oh god🥲” and bangs her head on the lunch table and R is like, “My names y/n Miller btw” and Max just slowly lifts her head, and everyone is like ‘how did she not notice the person sitting right mf there! although very max’ then she’s like “I do enjoy the rambling though, it’s cute” then everyone is like ‘oh SHES the girl’ and start laughing at Max. R after saying this gets up and sees her friends from one of her classes and goes to max giving max her phone open on contacts so max can put in her number but she’s just broken. Abby snatches the phone and is like ‘sorry i think you broke her’ and outs in the number. R smirks and kisses Max’s cheek before going off with her other friends.

When she’s out of ear shot Max starts yelling at Ginny, “YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE RELATED TO A HOT, SAPPHIC MILK CHOCOLATE GODDESS😭 WTF GINNY! I LET UOU DATE MY BROTHER AND YOU DONT EVEN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR HOT SISTER!”

omg i actually love this. the aggression is very much needed! no one writes for our girl maxine.. she needs the love.

sorry this took me so long.. haha. don’t be afraid to request more. i promise not to take as long this time.

Gay Panic

When you found out you would be moving to Wellsbury for a while, you were through the roof excited.

You hadn’t seen Ginny, Georgia or Austin in a while, and you were beginning to miss your family! A few days after you’d arrived, your dad enrolled you in Wellsbury High School.

Ginny immediately introduced you to her friends. She introduced you to Abby, Norah, and a group of boys that you could care less about.

Your first class happened to be a drama class, where you met Maxine Baker. She drew you in with her vibrant colors and extroverted personality.

The teacher wanted to do an exercise to start out the class, in which the class paired up and acted out a scene of a play of their choice. Max loved the class, but she had no friends in it.

A new face had her intrigued and so she partnered with you.

You suggested Romeo and Juliet—because you can’t go wrong with it. Max stuttered and reluctantly agreed. She tried to get out that you should do the balcony scene, but it came out as a blubbering mess.

The first time you open your mouth, a similar things happen. Red tints your brown cheeks, as you make a fool of yourself.

Normally you can keep your cool around cute girls, but this girl is different. She’s confident and knows what she wants.

The two of you laugh off the stuttering and blushing Max grabs a book off the shelf so the two of you can act out the scene. You lean in close to her and can smell whatever perfume she decided to spray.

The close proximity has both of you blushing again.

Both of you mess up and stutter so much neither of you even finish the exercise before the teacher pulls everyone in to assign the work for the day.

The rest of your first morning is just as exciting. It’s followed by two other classes—art and study hall, where you meet some other girls. After study hall you follow Ginny to the cafeteria where you sit at a table filled with the same faces you saw this morning.

And Maxine.

You are surprised to see her at the table. But it makes sense. All the girls are more quiet than Max, which makes you believe she’s the leader.

Especially because she’s leading the conversation right now.

“So we are like acting the scene out, right, because I swear that our drama teacher hates me,” Max talks fast. “But anyway, we’re acting it out and I swear- I’m in love.”

“What happened to, uh, what’s her name?” Abby chews on a fry as she tries to come up with the name of the girl Max was all about the week before.

“Oh, I’m over her.”

“Already?” Norah barks out a laugh. “That was fast.”

Max glares at her.

“So this girl,” Brodie shrugs. “She hot or what?”

“Uh, gorgeous!” Max shakes her hands all around like she’s have a seizure. “She’s mixed, and kind of looks like Ginny. But she is the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. Like ever.”

“What was her name again?” Ginny rests her elbows on the table.

“Crap,” Max’s face falls. “I was rambling and stuttering and blushing so hard I forgot to ask her what her name was. I told her mine but I didn’t ask. Oh my God. I want to die now. I’m never going to speak to her again.”

As the girl bangs her head on the table, you reach your hand over Ginny and say, “I’m Y/N Miller, by the way.”

Abby’s mouth drops open and she laughs, “Max.. how did you not see her.”

Max is frozen in place. She isn’t blinking, talking, or breathing for that matter. She looks like she might cry.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, she does this all the time,” Ginny waves it off.

“What? Falls in love with girls she just meets?” You laugh awkwardly.

“Has gay panics,” Norah clarified.

“Ah,” You retreat your hand.

Jordan and Abby laugh at Max, whom is still frozen in place.

“Do you think if we nudge her she’ll tip over?” Abby jokes.

“Max, breathe,” Ginny places her hand on Max’s shoulder.

“Thank you for complimenting my looks,” You flash a bright smile. “And I enjoyed the rambling, it’s very cute.”

You see a few girls from your art class and get up to go say hi, stopping near Max, who then takes a deep breath and begins blinking again.

“Here,” you place your phone in her hand and she just blinks up at you. “Put your number in. Your cute. We should meet up some time.”

Abby leans across the table and puts the number in the contacts app, “I think you broke her.”

You smirk and grab your phone out of the redheads hand. You drop the phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Leaning down, you plop a kiss on Max’s cheek.

Max’s eyes widen and she waits for your to be out of earshot before grilling Ginny.

“Virginia Miller! How could you not tell me you were sisters with a hot, sapphic, greek god?!” Max starts freaking out. “What the F?! I let you date my brother and you gate-keep your beautifully gorgeous sister??”

Ginny just chuckles. “She has that effect on people.”

“You better text her,” Norah threatens. “Or I will.”

And Jordan doesn’t even protest.

[icyfox17]

they lost :(

do you want to write about them being friends?

I KNOWW I SAW IM SO SADWAJOIWE R:(( wails BUT HEY it was pretty close to 50/50 so im happ B)

also ty for the prompt i haven't written orphanduo in so long this actually made me really happy eueueu

It’s pouring outside. Absolutely pouring. A torrential one if you will. The wind is howling, and Techno worries for the safety of their house from the massive tree in their backyard. 

Techno looks over to where his dog is sitting perfectly at the front door, tilting his head back and forth. “No, Floof. We are not going on a walk in this weather. Are you crazy?”

Floof whines, before jumping up and down in a circle and barking. 

Techno gives him a deadpan look. “You are. You have finally lost it.”

Floof ignores him, and continues to bark. There is no way Techno is giving in to this tiny demonic ball of white fluff. 

Techno stands up, and instead of going towards the front door, he moves to the back one. He unlatches the lock, and waits for Floof to come running. Floof does, without hesitation, and Techno can hear the clitter clatter of his nails hitting the hardwood. When Floof reaches the door, Techno slides it open, and all of the sudden the pouring rain and rushing wind become much, much louder. 

Floof sits in front of the door, and turns to look at Techno. Techno is pretty sure he can see the despair in his dog’s eyes.  

“Yeah. Thought so. You’re just gonna have to wait it out bud,” says Techno as he closes the door, latching the lock.

Floof this time doesn’t argue, and instead lies down in front of the door whining.  Techno gives him a pat twice on the head before, going back to where he was gaming on his computer. He was mining for his new faction on the (twentieth) Minecraft server Skeppy had forced him to join. 

A flash of thunder rocks the house, and he looks back out at the stormy world outside. Really, he can’t see anyone going outside in this weather. He pauses, looking back at the Minecraft world on his computer screen. Unless…

The Blade

help

can u come over rn

Annoying Dumbass #1 whtat?!??!

The Blade

floof knocked over the bookshelf downstairs

can u come right away

i cannot pick it back up myself

Annoying Dumbass #1

how the hlel did floof di taht?!?! isnt he tiny?!?!?

The Blade

you underestimate how much force is in that tiny body of his

Annoying Dumbass #1

ur fcuking w me

The Blade

im not

ill give you the first piece of netherite i find on this server

Annoying Dumbass #1

…

fine, but istg if this is a troll techno—

It is. But Skeppy doesn’t need to know that until he gets here. Plus, Techno wasn’t lying when he told him he would give him the netherite he found. Techno isn’t that cruel.

Techno prepares them hot chocolate and popcorn, planning on gaslighting Skeppy that the whole reason he tricked him over was so they could watch a movie together, and definitely not because he just thought it would be funny to see him get soaked.

As Techno is mixing the powder into the heated milk, he hears a knocking on the door and grins. He finishes stirring, before grabbing one of Floof’s towels and walking to the door.

He opens it to reveal a completely soaked Skeppy. His hair is dripping into his face, and the thin wind-breaker he’s thrown on has been changed from the light aqua colour it normally is, to a dark blue. 

“You are so lucky I only live five minutes away,” Skeppy says, glaring at him.

“Oh Skeppy, what would I ever do without you?” Techno replies, taking a step back so Skeppy can enter his house. 

As Skeppy is taking his shoes off, Techno closes the door behind him, locking it before throwing the dog towel at Skeppy’s back.

It drops to the floor, and Skeppy picks it up. He’s about to rub his face with it, before he squints at it. “Is this Floof’s?”

Techno shrugs. “Maybe. You got a problem with that?”

“I’m not a dog, Techno!”

“Debatable.”

Skeppy throws the towel at Techno’s face, laughing. “Fuck you, Techno!”

Techno cackles back, before making his way to the kitchen, grabbing him the clean and human towel he had prepared before, and giving that one to Skeppy. He then goes to finish the popcorn he was making.

Skeppy follows him all the way through, and when he gets to the kitchen he pauses, scanning the living room where the singular bookshelf that Techno’s family has downstairs is. There’s silence for one moment before, “Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.”

“You really have to get better at not being gullible, man. You give Bad shit all the time for it, but really man? You thought Floof knocked that down?”

Skeppy laughed. “Shut up, man! I hate you so much.”

“I’m still going to give you the netherite.”

“...Okay. I hate you a little much.”

“That’s not grammatically correct at all.”

“Fuck off.”

Techno finishes with the popcorn, and hands Skeppy the mug of hot chocolate he’d made him. “Let’s go watch Megamind.”

Skeppy takes it without hesitation, and follows Techno to the couch in the living room, with the very clearly knocked over bookshelf. “You could’ve just asked me to come over.”

“This was funnier.”

“You are the worst.”

“I made you hot chocolate and popcorn, and this is how I’m treated? Fine, next time you’ll get nothing in return.”

“No, no no no no— It’s great. Thank you, Techno.”

“That’s more like it.”

[lionmythflower]

lmao not me rewatching the nutcracker and the four realms.

But I actually can't stop laughing.

"That diabolical little mouse!"

"We just have to ask you some questions princess" "this is ridiculous"

"How do u describe ur sympathies towards rodents in general?" "........ Well-" "thank you, good, alright"

"My mother, she.... She died." *dramatic gasps*

Miss sugar plum Fairy stop lying ma'am

I'm gonna slap her

*weird giggling* ".... She doesn't know" HELP

"She tried to take control of the other realms" what bullshit. I can't remember shit of what happens I know damn well that miss sugar plum aint the good one here

HOW DID THEY MAKE MAKE THOSE DRESSES SO FAST I MEAN I KNOW THEIR MAGIC WHAT WHAT THE FUCK

"Do u like it?" "I love it" who are u lying to that hair looks so bad

Miss sugar plum needs to stfu her voice is giving me a headache

Ooooh ballet

Oh it's abt the story of the four realms ok...

I actually can't remember anything from this movie

was the hot air balloon from that one version of wizard of oz rlly necessary

I promise I actually do like this movie I js love hating on movies no matter how much I love them (another example is

"Beastly women. There's nothing motherly abt her" OKAY U KNOW WHAT U CAN SHUT UP THANKS

OH I REMEMBER SOME OF IT NOW. THERE'S SMTH TO DO W THE ENGINES

AND WHAT'S HER NAME THE MAIN CHARACTER GIRL FIXES THE MACHINE OR AT LEAST FINDS THE KEY AND THEN SHE REALISES THAT SUGAR PLUM IS EVIL AND THEN SMTH HAPPENS I THINK SHE JOINS MOTHER GINGERS SIDE OR SMTH IDK

Sugar plum speaking French is annoying me sm. Like ok I get ur the pretty fairy women but fuck off please-

Oh the girl is named Clara

Bro crows are scary as fuck

Someone get this girl a pantsuit why is she always running around in dresses

Clara: gets pulled into a dark hole.

Captain: GOES IN AFTER HER

what the fuck

What in the name of Russian dolls-

OMG MOTHER GINGER

we love her

She looks so badass

Help not captain js struggling w the puppet things

Mother Ginger is the only sensible one here

I actually can't remember what the egg thing does

That owl is fucking everywhere

Also we love captain

And hate sugar plum

CLARA DON'T BE AN IDIOTS PLS

CAPTAIN

CAPTAIN PLS U KNOW THIS IS A BAD IDEA

HELPPPP

CLARA PLS

CLARA

CLARA ITS A TRAP YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN

alr miss sugar plum u can go die actually

Omg the mouse

Oh look they're in the dungeon

Help not her yelling at captain like he didn't nothing to you 😭😭

HELP WAIT HE ACTUALLY HAS A NAME????

Phillip omg

Guys no I need another snack to deal with this women absolutely not

Okie I got some chocolates we're good now

Bro I still have like 33 minutes left in this movie

Thank god she's actually calling him by his name now

HELP PHILLIP AND THE MOUSE ARE SO FUNNY

Oh damn careful there CLARA

Hun ur dress is ummm a bit dirty...

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE ADS.

guys we pay for Disney + and we still have ads what the fuck. This is bigotry at it's worst

Poor mother ginger her face is fucking cracked bro

YES KNOCK OVER THOSE SOLDIERS

SHOOT.

CLARA RUN

oh boy

YES CLARA FIGHT THOSE TOY SOLDIERS

if any of y'all hurt phillip I will be coming after u

Omg mouse tower yes we love them

I HATE SUGAR PLUM SO MUCH

CLARA PLS

CLARA FIGURE SMTH OUT

PHILLIP IF U DIE ISTG

SUGAR PLUM BRO LITERALLY JUST UGHHHH

die.

NO NO NO NO

OMG NO

HAHAHA

OMG YES

damn she's a doll now

I don't feel bad

If phillip and clara kiss I'mma cry

Omg we love the mouse and phillip

Oh dear

No. No no no

DON'T YOU DARE

Oh damn actually that's crazy

Omg the one movie where the girl and the guy who are friends don't actually have to kiss at the end thank god

Bro did a double take when her dad said I'm sorry

The father daughter relationship between them is crazy 😐 (im envious. I don't have a good relationship like that w either of my parents)

Damn the movie's over

[februaryberries]

the rest of my reaction to the rest of the episodes because i can’t be bothered to split them up

JIMS HOT CHOCOLATE JIMS MUG

she’s so cute im gonna cry

she’s so cute and they’re so like hdjshfjdbf

SHES SO SWEET

DONT HESITATE TO ASK ANY OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT LOVE INSPECTOR CONSTABLE

i feel so bad for nina :(

OH MY GOD HE JOURNALS

aziraphale fuckin writing in a journal kicking his legs like a teenage girl

aziraphale sweetie you’re so brainwashed

OH MY GOD HE MADE IT YELLOW

oooooo i love the bentley driving into the intro art that’s so cool

he’s so obsessed w the rain moment

im so obsessed w ziras diary it’s so funny

now zira that was petty and bad

zira NOOOOOO

oh poor zira he’s so sad

he’s so cute in his little detective costume

THE SKINNY LOWDOWN HES SO SOLLY

gimme the FACTS

well yeah mason hmmmm

im so worried about this girl i feel like this is going to end badly

they’re gonna die

i knew something would go wrong

rip those guys

NO SHE DIED??????? FUCK

he’s insane crowley insane

HES SO TINY

im small arent i

GIANR ROWLEY?????

where are you

GRINDR LMAO

the awning moment

ooooof

VERY CLOSED LOL

it’s always too late :((((

PH MY GOD IS HE IN THE HITCHHIKER

who is she

YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE ????? IM SORRY!?????

WHAT HAT WHAT I HEARD YOU AND CROWLEY WERE AN ITEM IM FUCKING SCREAMING

furfur WHO

OH MY GOS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ITS LIKE I HOPED BUT I COULDNT LET MYSELF BELIEVE THEYD ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING SJFJSJCJJSKSZKJDJ OKAY WAIT OKAY IM NOT POSTING THIS UNTIL I FINISH IT NOW IN CASE IM WRONG LOL

Im sorry is it literally raining hearts when zira and crowley are sitting on the roof in the intro are u kidding me

NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NOT US GETTING 1941 RIGHT AFTER THEY YOURE AN ITEM COMMENT ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME RN IM GONNA THROW UP

the music

who tf is that guy in the church how is he awake alive whatever

is he flirting is that flirting

oh thank you crowley is there anything i can do for you in return *bats eyelashes* LMAO

ooooo

SISSY TYPE

EW THAT TONGUE WAS SO UNNECESSARY

oh no not magic he’s so silly

nice exactly what nazis deserve

ZOMBIES????

no this poor old man also how did he not see them LMAO

That’s what …… f r i e n d s are for LMAOOOO

CROWLEYS OLD MAN IMPRESSION IS SO FUNNY

he’s so supportive look ziras so happy

SOMEONE YOU REALLY TRUST OH MY GOD

ZIRAS SO EXCITED AW oh rip the magic shop guy

im so scared for aziraphale oh god i don’t know if i can watch

he’s so baby

THE BEES KNEES

JIGGERY POKERY

OH NO MIRACLES BLOCKED OH FUCK

oh no

evidence envelope LMAO

im so nervous but i know it’s going to work H

he’s so whimsy

OH HE DID A MAGIC TRICK W THE PHOTO DIDNT HE

BRILLIANT AZIRAPHALE IF U DID WHAT I THINK U DID

Lmao get fucked nazis

YES ZIRA I KNEW IT

oh my god im gonna throw up

they’re so sweet

SHADES OF GREY

im so

CROWLEYS PET????

TJE BULLET HOLE STUCKERS THRE STICKERS

oh no are the demons gonna crash his night

HES GIVING AWAY BOOKS

NO WAY DAVID PUTTING ON THE FEZ I SEE YOU AS HE ALSO MENTIONED THE DR WHO BOOK ARE U KIDDING I FUCKIN SEE YOU

THE FEZ LMAOO

HER ARMOR LMAOOOO

this is so awkward lmao

OH FOFO FURFUR WHATEVER HIS MAME IS

Zira please stop speaking french

YOUVE BEEN TOGETHER LONG IM KILLING MTSELF IM THROWING UP

HES NOT MY BIT ON THE SIDE

other peoples love lives always seem more straightforward than our own AND HE WALKS AWAY HE DIDNT KNOW IM HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WAHHHH

Im losing my mind oh god the season finale is after this episode im going to throw up

WHAT IS THIS

SMITTEN IM SORRY ???

this isn’t going to end well

okay but the way they do the texts from Lindsey is so cool

my only friend

OH NO HES SO SAD

CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

oh thank god

crowley OH ITS IN THE MATCHBOX

DO YOU WANT A HOT CHOCOLATE CROWLEY AWEWW IM GONNA DIE

Oh sweet girl

nobody would believe you anyway :( WAIT AND SEE LMAO

So beautiful

OH NO MAGGIE

A SEASMSTRESS

ZIRA U CANT FORCE PPL TO FEEL THINGS

he’s so worried :((( crowley

HES ASKING HIM TO DANCE ??????? IM SORRY ARE THEY GOING TO DANCE

jim :((( a

THE FUR COAT LMAO

TOSTE

oh rip the annoying guy LOL

i won’t leave you on your own maggie :(

BUT RESCUING ME MAKES HIM SO HAPPY????????? IM SORRY EXCUSE ME WHAT

YOU SAID BLAH BLAH BLAH

WHY IS CROWLEY GOING TO HEAVE THOUGH

LAST EPISODE IM GOING TO DIE

his little prance

MAGGIE NO

man that one demon can’t catch a break

HIS LITTLE HAPPY WALK LOL

crowleys emotional support angel

CROWLEY YOUR MEMORY

are gabriel and beelzebub going on dates these look like dates LMAO

SHE GAVE HIM THE FLY ????

WAIT ACTUALLY I DIDNT THINK I WAS RIGHT OH MY GOD

HES SUGGESTING ALPHA CENTURI FOR THEM AND ITS LIKE BUT THATS WHERE HE WAS GOING TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE

it’s a crime that gabriel and beelzebub are getting together before crowley and zira THEY DID IT FIRST

us time

he’s tidying up the shop :(((( and waiting for zira

im gonna throw up im gonna throw up oh no what is azira going to say what did matatrom say oh no

NO CROWLEY WAS ABOUT TO CONFESS IM GONNA THROW UP

oh no but he doesn’t want oh no

oh zira sweetie

NO IM GONNA THROW UP IM GONNA CRY

NO IM NO

im NO

THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID MAKE THEM KISS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WTH YOU THIS ISNT WGAT I MEANT THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT IM GONNA THROW UP WHAT DO TOU MEAN IM GONNA FUCKINGDYE IM SOBBING ZIRA NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO ZIRA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ZIRA NOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT

how am i ever ever ever ever supposed to recover from this the way they both wanted the other to come with them but zira is too brainwashed by heaven still and it’s heart breaking and the way crowley kisses him because he thinks he’s never gonna have the chance now the NO NIGHTINGALE GALES we could have ben US zira being so heartbroken by the kiss I FORGIVE YOU don’t bother what if i eat my entire laptop right now

The way he tenderly touches his lips afterwards is Gut Wrenching and then he’s about to say he thinks he’s made a mistake and then you see him pack those feelings away in a box and shove them deep down and what if i died right now

[moonlit-flowerfield]

How Reckless (Intruality) ═SOULMATE AU═ || Sanders Sides Big Bang 2022

By Artist_Hope; beta read by @edupunkn00b and @kaythegay2022; art by @dystopiagnome and @im-an-anxious-wreck

Chapter Art by @im-an-anxious-wreck: Virgil, Patton and Logan hanging out in Remy's cafe

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

AO3 Link!!

Chapter: 3/4

Chapter word count: 2232

Dik-dik

Patton groaned, very tired. It'd been around a week since Logan and Virgil suggested he get some assistance. Throughout that week, his mom had asked for a lot of help with her garden, so he'd been going back and forth to the store and his mom's place. Not to mention he did seek help with how to get rid of his connection. But while he’d looked into it, he didn't have much help besides things that couldn't be done without Remus there as well.

Sitting at the table in front of the Bellbook Cafe, Patton watched Virgil and Logan go back and forth about whatever a dik-dik was.

"I'm telling you, it's got a stupid name, Logan. I don't care if it's the sound it makes," Virgil huffed. "It's lazy naming."

"It makes a sound like its name?" Patton asked.

"Yes, Patton. The dik-dik females make a sound similar to how a human says its name. It's quite fascinating," Logan hummed a little. "But fine, Virgil, what do you wish to discuss?"

Virgil smirked as if he'd been waiting for this. "Grolar bears."

"Don't you mean Pizzly bears?" Logan asked, causing a groan from his twin. Patton laughed a little.

"Pizzly sounds stupid. Come on, they look more like polar bears than grizzlies anyway," Virgil exclaimed!

"Yes, however, if you look them up, most official sources call them Pizzly," Logan said. “Therefore, it makes more sense to call them pizzlies. It’s only logical.”

Patton sighed as he watched the two go back and forth between if it was “grolar” or “pizzly”, both eventually getting off actual facts to support their argument to opinions. It was a familiar thing now and though it was weird, it brought comfort to Patton. He’d zoned out again (at least he was aware this time) before hearing a sharp call of his name and looking at Virgil and Logan.

“Which do you think is right?”

Patton thought for a moment. “W-Well… Isn’t it sorta interchangeable? Like, use grolar for if it’s one species as a mom and pizzly if it’s the other? Or just sorta both right?” That seemed to calm the debate for now. He watched the twins in front of him talk a little more as he stared between them and his cup. He hardly noticed the conversation end and his friends stare back.

Logan sipped his tea. “You’ve been strangely quiet today, Patton. Is everything alright?”

Patton looked down at his empty cup of hot cocoa, tapping the mug. “I-” He got distracted by more cocoa being poured into his cup.

“I told you bitches to not have weird debates here,” Remy said, glaring lightly at the twins in front of Patton. He moved the large container of hot cocoa up to stop pouring at the right time, before decorating the drink with whipped cream and a small caramel drizzle. “You’ll scare my customers away.

“Sorry, Rem… Got carried away,” Virgil muttered, pulling his hood over his eyes.

Remy was a friend of both families at this point. He’d always looked after them all, usually with good advice (which he clearly stole from his fiancee) for issues they had. Sort of like a second dad. And as the owner of the Bellbook Cafe, the three were often invited over to try new recipes or to just hang out. And, even though whatever his soulmate wrote on their skin showed up on his, Remy wore short-sleeves and even shorter shorts.

“Thank you for the refill, Remy,” Patton smiled as he hummed. “This new flavour you’re trying out is really good.”

Remy gave a boastful smile. “I’d seen two different flavours making their rounds and just had to give it my spin. French vanilla and butterscotch with melted pure dark chocolate bars made on a bain-marie.”

“Sounds unnecessarily fancy, even for you, Remy,” Logan noted. “What warrants the use of a bain-marie?”

Remy laughed. “Finally getting a fancy name brand one, Logan,” he said.

Patton leaned into Virgil. "What's a bain-marie?"

Virgil smiled. "A special tool used to melt things in cooking. Mostly chocolate or bars of things."

Patton nodded, smiling and watching a little message appear on Remy’s arm. “I think Emile wrote you something, Remy.” Remy smiled and looked at his arm, chuckling.

“He’s so sappy, it’s adorable.” Remy hummed a little, taking a pen and writing a note back on his arm under the one Emile wrote. Patton tilted his head a little.

“Wait… If you two accepted each other as Soulmates, how come your connection isn’t gone? I thought it left the second you do that in person?” Patton asked.

“Ah—It can. And normally does for more pesky ones, like Virgil’s and yours. Logan’s and the one I have aren’t really hindering, so they don’t disappear,” Remy explained. “I mean, I guess if Emile wrote really dark and sexual and weird things to make me lose a job interview or prevent me from being social, it would be hindering….” The man shrugged. “But even then. It wouldn’t stop me from doing much. Unlike Virgil’s, one that is essentially gained colour-blindness, which greatly limits creative-based jobs or even promotional jobs. Or your’s, which could end up killing two people in the worst scenario.”

Patton frowned a little. Because I really need reminding that I could die if he isn’t careful, Patton thought. “Actually, Remus hasn’t gotten super hurt in a while. I have a few new bruises, but nothing like cuts or worse… It’s kinda weird.”

Logan hummed. “Maybe he’s getting ready to move or go on vacation? It would explain why his recklessness lowered if he was inside his house more often than not,” Logan noted. “Which would also mean his job is where the danger, or most of the danger at the least, comes from.”

Patton wasn't sure. But he had to admit, not being in pain he didn't cause was nice.

Meanwhile, about a block and a half away from the cafe, a truck pulled into a parking spot. Inside the truck, Remus and his party, Roman and Janus, were going over their plans. "Roman, remember, we're looking for Remus' hot guy, not a random one for you to try and date."

Roman scoffed, putting a hand over his heart. "You wound me, Janus! I can contain my raging gay need to find a man so my brother can find his soulmate! I'm not a monster!" The red twin huffed. "Can you contain your bitch attitude for that?"

Remus shook his head a little. "Janus can't contain his bitch. It's like herding turtles without picking them up. Impossibly slow." The cop took a deep breath. "The Soulmate branch place in town said he's normally on this side since he doesn't drive himself or have a job… Though, they also did say it's not updated info… So let's ask around. Maybe we'll get lucky."

Janus nodded. "Fair enough. Be careful, you really can't risk pain off duty. We don't have enough to cover a hospital visit in this city." With a nod from all three, they got out of the truck. Remus paid the parking fee for around 3 hours, then set off to look.

Roman ran off, approaching a lot of people. Most didn't have a clue who the hell he was asking about. Some just knew who he was looking for from meeting the man while they were shopping or from school and had no idea about where he was now. Sighing, he moved quickly over to the area near the Bellbook Cafe, looking around. At first, he really didn’t notice anything off as he scanned through the outdoor crowd. After he didn’t really see anyone (or at least he didn’t think he did) that fit the description of the person they were looking for, he started to go inside. And, as is typical for him, the second he went inside, he noticed the change he had. Colour, and not just shades of blue and green. “I fucking found my soulmate. Holy shit.” The actor ran back outside, carefully looking to try and see everyone's eye colour.

Meanwhile, Janus seemed to be using what Roman liked to call “the slut but somehow friendly and not actually slutty appeal” to try and gather info. It was basically Janus just being a huge extrovert and being good at conversation. Back when Roman hated Janus' guts, he gave that title to Janus. But hey, whatever made Roman laugh. Besides, at this point, it was just a joke the two had. He’d been getting a fair amount of information when he successfully struck up a conversation, learning about the area Remus’ Soulmate lived in, what he normally did, hobbies and other smaller parts. Apparently, he really liked to garden. Anyway, after a few conversations, Janus learned that he was recently (as in within the last hour) seen at a locally owned cafe with two friends and that if he asked Remy, the owner, he had a pretty good chance of just being brought to the guy. So he, too, made his way to the Bellbook Cafe.

Out of the three, Remus had the oddest luck. He hadn't left the area of his truck for the most part, but he still somehow met two other Remus Dukes. Though it was helpful - apparently his soulmate went to them asking about his situation. One was on their way to surgery, so Remus just thanked them for the information they were able to give without running late. The other was on their way to a date but offered to help Remus at a later date if he still needed it. The two exchanged numbers and then the other was off to their date. Besides the two other Remus', he had no actual luck, ending up around the cafe block. He groaned a little, as he walked. And then he turned his head, seeing a kitten in an alley after and getting hella distracted.

At the cafe, Virgil sighed in comfort. "We so needed a day out as friends. Logan's super busy at the uni and I swear I'm covering like ten shifts at the art shop." He got up and stretched. "Speaking of, I have the night shift tonight. I might wanna start getting my shit together for that."

Patton frowned. "A last-minute schedule change…? We were gonna have a movie night-" The blonde whined. Virgil gave a sympathetic smile.

"I know, but this means some extra cash for your garden. I'm only doing a half shift anyway since the dude who normally handles the shift has a meeting he can't change the time or date of. I'm just covering him since he'll be late." Virgil grabbed his bag. "We should still have some time for the movie night after."

Patton nodded, giving a little pout. "Okay…" He turned to Remy. "You said you and Emile might be able to join this time, right? Since he has off tomorrow?"

Remy nodded. "Lemme shoot him a message to confirm, but yeah. Should be free." The cafe owner wrote a message on his arm, and then also texted Emile via his phone. Patton noticed he always did that if he wanted a for-sure answer from Emile, which he found kind of cute. A nice way to make sure his soulmate knew Remy messaged him.

Virgil started to leave, waving and not paying attention. Patton couldn't even warn him about the stranger he ran into, he was so distracted.

"Ow, dude!" Virgil huffed, rubbing his chest.

"I am so sorry, I'm visiting the area and I really don't know anything here-" the man in red explained, almost freezing when he saw Virgil glare at him. "Ah- Your eyes…"

Virgil rolled them. "What about them, jackass? It's not contacts, I'll tell ya that much." The stranger hesitated, probably due to the… Ah, cold… Attitude Virgil was giving him. But he turned Virgil's head towards his, blinking. "What the fuck are… You…"

Patton wasn't too sure what happened, but Virgil just ended up slowly looking around and then back to the stranger. "... Virgil Nyx."

The stranger smiled brightly. "Roman Duke." The brunet, Roman, bowed a little. "Though I'd say I'm more your knight in shining armour."

Virgil seemed a little flustered as he responded. "Oh my god, your sappy, ew-" The emo laughed a little, turning to Logan and Patton. "So I just found my Soulmate- Yeesh. Patton, you look less banged up with only being able to see browns."

The blonde frowned. "Gee, thanks." He huffed. "I'm glad you found your Soulmate though!"

Virgil smiled, turning back to Roman. "I gotta grab some things from home, but, uh, you wanna come with? I can show you around before my shift at work?"

Roman smiled. "I'd love to get to know you through learning about your town!"

With a second goodbye, Virgil took off with his Soulmate, giggling like a school girl. Remy excused himself so he could get back to work, leaving Logan and Patton alone.

"Well, shall we get home?" Logan asked Patton.

"Yeah… This week was chaotic and I wanna get a nap if we're gonna have a late movie night." Patton grabbed his things, walking off faster than he really meant to. He wanted to get home fast so he could just hide from the living for a while, so he didn't quite pay attention to his surroundings.

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

hihihi!! 🐌 📺 🥭 🎓 and ☕️ for the asks :333

teehee yippee ty hi

Hobbies 🐌 OH i can actually answer this omg ok sosososo. photography is like BIGGGG number 1 it is SOO important 2 me and is basically the reason i can remember half my life bc i have SUCH a bad memory i have 2 take photos of things i wanna remember. altho im also rlly bad at remembering to take photos. BUT YEAH I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY sosoooooos osos mcuh. and also art altho i dont draw as seriously or often as i used to but i still loveeeee it. andddd yeahhhh :3333

TV show you’d recommend to everyone 📺 ohhhh shittttt i dont watch tv like. ever. errrr ive watched the owl house and thats likeeee it. and im p sure if ur gonna watch the owl house udve been recommended it by now. errrrrr. i can recommend a veryyyyy good podcast abt dumb pirates that will take u forever to listen 2 but thats not a tv show. SO. er. yeah. bite ur tv out of love and watch that.

Favorite fruit 🥭 IM BORINGG i love apples but like they r my comfort food they r everything 2 me if i dont have atleast one apple every few days i will go fucking insane i need apples AND when i got covid i couldnt eat apples for months bc they tasted like vomit AND I HATED IT but i can eat them again :3 i also love bananas but mostly as a flavour bc apple flavours tend to be sour but banana flavours r usually sweet and i love banana milkshake and banana cake and banana. banana stuff. yeahh. apples n bananas. i am SO boring but its fine :3

Favorite subject 🎓 ART by a mileeeee it is the only lesson i am almost always annoyed 2 have 2 leave bc like. i can fuckin focus on my art sooo much. but yea. altho from core subjects id sayyyy english bc like. yea.

Favorite drink ☕️ WELL IT DEPENDS because its sometimes chocolate drinks (hot chocolate in cold weather n chocolate milk in warm weather) but also i like fantas bc they remind me of like. summer and cool stuff and hanging out w friends and theyre fun. and monsters bc even tho theyre kinda gross 2 me they remind me of my one friend. but id say mainly chocolate mi WAIT. also banana milkshakes. altho i cant have those that often. but yea. BUT TYYYYYY <333333

[seongoftheheart]

The Costa on the Corner of Royal Parade

Woosan drabble (600 words)

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Wooyoung's watch told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's brain told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's friends told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture (via an instagram groupchat). Wooyoung's heart told him he had forever.

The line for the Costa on the corner of Royal Parade street was always pretty lengthy whenever he walked past it. Now he was actually here, it seemed even longer. He just wanted his damn mocha, wanted it ever since his best friend Yeosang had informed him that caffienated hot chocolate did in fact exist. Honestly, whoever had invented it needed a big kiss right on the lips.

Wooyoung was at the end of a very long, very arduous and very grueling project that he had been procrastinating for months. Now the end of it was only a couple of days away, he had been cramming and drawing non-stop for it, pushing through about seven different levels of exhaustion and burn out and triggering at least fifteen separate breakdowns. It had been a stressful couple of weeks.

But now it was nearly over, and he was taking a very, very well deserved, not at all problem-avoiding break to go and try a mocha and sit up on the grassy hill of Plymouth Hoe while staring out at the sea and hopefully attracting someone with his mysterious good looks and his mysterious aura and his mysterious coffee alone. It had also been a lonely few weeks (months).

"Hey, how can I help you?" the tired but chirpy lady behind the till asked. Wooyoung woke up from his drifting thoughts and looked at the menu, as if he hadn't been rehearsing what he was going to say for the past twenty minutes.

"Hi, can I have a regular mocha please?" he prayed he was pronouncing it right.

The lady smiled. "And is that to drink in or take away?"

"Uhhh, take away, please."

"Alright, that'll be three pound eighty, please."

Wooyoung's hands shook as he searched his wallet for the coins. He was taking too long, this was so awkward, why didn't he just have the money in his hands ready-

A coin slipped from his sweaty palm and clattered to the floor, skittering a little way away. Immediately flushing bright red and stuttering an apology, Wooyoung bent swiftly, trying to locate the errant pound. Of course the worst had had to happen, he might as well just crawl into a hole and die now.

"Here you go."

Someone else had picked up Wooyoung's money, and was now offering it to him from their palm. He shot up quickly, face burning as his voice shook slightly over the multitude of apologies tumbling from his lips. He grabbed the pound and stared resolutely at the floor, bobbing his head in thanks. The stranger laughed lightly.

"Why are you apologising?" his voice was soft and quiet, with a teasing lilt of laughter to it. Wooyoung glanced up in a brief show of courage. The stranger just had to be pretty too, huh? Cute dimples, soft brown hair carefully styled with a bleached lock curving into his eyes, glasses perched on his nose. Smiling eyes. Fuck.

Wooyoung blinked and turned away quickly, back to the cashier lady who was looking at them with a strange cross of boredom and entertainment on her face. He handed over the money quickly and took his receipt, stepping to the side slightly to wait for his coffee. This only brought him closer to the pretty stranger, who was still looking at him with a smile dancing on his lips. Wooyoung studied the floor.

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kind of doxxing myself w/ this one??? anyways, i keep forgetting abt this account then coming back to it, its giving me whiplash. hi. im back. hello (´▽｀；)ゞ

this one is based on a true story, actually. im an exhausted art student, who was running horrifically late on a project, and i was out of my mind w/ stress. i did, in fact, try a mocha for the first time (it was gross and nothing like caffienated hot chocolate), and the whole interaction between woo and san actually happened between me and a maccies employee (he was cute but i never saw him again, unlike wooyoung who went and sat on the Hoe (which is a big area of tarmac, grass, and an old war memorial, all overlooking the sea), he drank his mocha and hated it, then San ran into him again and they started talking and Woo got his number and they went on some dates then became boyfriends and lived happily ever after the end).

im also gonna be crossposting my inktober art from my insta and twt over to here too, so look forward to that ig?? lots more of woosan, and seongjoong and yoonmin and changlix and more. thats all for now ig?? see u soon :>

[songtwo]

hiiii baby how are youu? <3

hiiiii anna im doing rly good wbu!!!!!!! i had to leave my job at the record label but maybe i'll come back next year!!!! im currently doing like administrative stuff at the library tomorrow i start being a physiotherapist assistant <3 school's been good for the most part and its not as difficult as i thought it'd be bc im still hanging out w my friends a lot though two of them leave to poland next week :( and im basically dating this one guy which is genuinely the randomest most unexpected thing thats happened to me this year even though this has been the year of random and unexpected things and im really loving being with him and all and things are like perfect rn??????? this week i only have school on monday and tuesday bc they gave us the rest of the week off bc of the independence day celebrations etc and im going to a party w him on tuesday and on saturday its my friends' farewell party so it'll definitely be an interesting week!!!! rn im drinking hot chocolate my mom made and then i'll get my stuff ready to leave again to the city:)))) How are uuuuuuu i'd love to hear abt ur life<3333 love u lots sending u a hug <3333

[prettybutter-flyy]

Met a male friend for my birthday. It was nice to see him but i just realized how little he actually listens to me and im reconsidering our friendship. Im going to give you an example but first i just want to set it up and tell you this man is hot, or at least not ugly. I imagine he could easily get any girl he wanted, between his thick spanish accent and his charming smile. I'm physically attracted to him, which i mean, maybe thats why i got so frustrated at this story, but emotionally, he is not there. I realized today he is actually going through a lot of pain and has decided he would use (toxic) self improvement as a coping mechanism (its toxic bc he refuses to rest in any aspect of the word.)

Anyways, he asked me why i wanted to improve myself, what is my why. And i told him it was bc i wanted tonhave more and better sex, bc i "i am cute and i am funny and i have a lot to offer but people dont really look at me as i am, which sucks."

He asked me to elaborate. I gave him an example of this kid i used to work with who was able to make eye contact w everyone except me. Like i notice that shit and i deserve better, everyone deserves better but ykwim. Its a really shitty feeling.

Well my friend told me that that wasnt neccessarily bc of how big i am or howbi looked. Maybe i reminded that kid of someone he didnt like or an ex or something. I didnt think i had to explain it to my friend that eye contact is kind of basic human social interactions, subbasic respect, and that this type of stuff isnt exactly an isolated incident. Im consistently overlooked as a romantic interest, and sometimes even overlooked for tame, friendly, warm or basic respectful interactions.

He told me not to take it personally.

It just kind of made me angry

And then, since this was a birthday hang. He brought me cake, which was generally a nice gesture, but he brought me a chocolate and cherry cake. Ive known him for 2 or 3 years now, we have eaten together, and i know i told him i have an ick for cherries and strawberries specifically. I ate a slice to be nice but idk.

It was nice to see him and he made a special trip out for me but i left our interaction feeling a bit... hollow. And unheard. And looked down upon.c

Hes a friend i only see maybe 2x a year anyways, maybe thats a fine distance.

[damnedparker]

warm

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: specific traits applied to reader lol sorry, i.e. anxiousness, fear of heights, introverted, otherwise i think that’s it! friends to lovers cuz im a sucker for that w this man. also, post-tasm 2 cause college!

summary: there’s just something about the warmth peter parker gives you.

Warm. That was how your best friend always made you feel. So unbelievably warm.

Whether it was from a corny joke making you laugh until your stomach hurt and your face was red, from a genuine compliment he always seemed to deliver so casually, or, most of all, every little brush of his skin against yours. Even brief and accidental, a long embrace... they all lingered the same. Leaving little fireworks across the surface of your skin, and once it was over, feeling a hole in your heart. As if your body was missing something more than necessary to you continuing on living and breathing. 

Over and over, after years of being attached at the hip as Peter Parker's best friend, his one true confidant, you told yourself to just get over it. The neediness you felt had to just be as a result of growing up touch-starved; combined with your crush on Peter, just something that had gotten so overblown.

Except one small, tiny, little thing you had noticed.

Every other friend, every acquaintance, none of them got the same treatment as you. No hand brushes, no hands on the small of their back as he passed them, no hooking arms with them whilst walking the streets of New York. Even with May, Peter's messy forehead kisses as he rushed out the door were rare. You were the only one that got these tiny affections. You blushed as you considered it yet again. Warm.

If you were another person, more confrontational, less anxiety-ridden maybe, you would have made a move on Peter by now. But even with all his touches, you had initiated affections back maybe a third of the time. You were scared of crossing a boundary, scaring him away. Logically, you knew that didn't make sense, but anxiety wasn't really one for rational thought. 

So, here you were, mindlessly walking the streets of New York as the sun had begun to set with your best friend, trying desperately to stop thinking about the way his arm was slung around your shoulders. Don't think about the way, every so often, his thumb would brush gently against your jaw or the way he twirled the end of a strand of hair around his finger. Purposeful movements, no accidents here. Just warmth that seemed to consume you. So much so, that you hadn't realized Peter was asking you a question for the past thirty seconds, until he tugged on the strand of hair he was playing with. Still gentle, Peter was always gentle. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get your attention.

"Hey, buttercup, where'd you go?" Oh, and the pet names. That was a whole other thing.

"Sorry, P, I was just thinking," you shook your head, as if forcing your previous thoughts out of your brain. "What were you asking?"

"I was just gonna ask if you wanted to stop for some hot chocolate or something, I'm buying." That toothy grin spread across his face, the one you could never say no to.

So, you made a stop in a nearby cafe, Peter ordering for you without any hesitation. He knew almost every order at your regular restaurants, what you didn't like on your burgers, when you wanted something extra. He also knew that when possible, you avoided human interaction. And he never judged you for any of it.

It was painful how much you were really in love with him.

Your orders came fairly quick, and Peter thanked the barista, shoving a generous tip in the tip jar before he came towards you, presenting your drink with a small, teasing bow.

"Did you get extra marshmallows, cause they never--"

"Put enough in there when you don't ask. Who do you think I am, an amateur?" He scoffed affectionately, sipping his own drink before cringing, sticking his tongue out.

"I dunno, maybe you are cause you just burned yourself, didn't you?" He thinned his eyes at you over the lid of his cup, gently nudging you out the door. Back into the cold grip of the New York streets, and back under the warmth of his arm. You were grateful, as you hadn't grabbed a thick enough coat, and Peter radiated enough body heat to power the Empire State Building. "So, how'd that midterm in Psych go?"

"I don't know. I kinda felt like I failed it. Half the questions weren't even from the study guide." A frown came over your face as you remembered the panic that had settled over you. Stupid Professor Walsh.

"I'm sure you did great. You're the smartest person I know," Peter brushed away your worries like it was nothing, replacing them with more warm tingles by sending you an affectionate smile. His reassurances were never hollow, never said just to make you feel better. He was always real, genuine with you. And that worked better than any empty "it'll be fine" someone else would give you. "In fact, I bet you did so well, we should celebrate. I finally got my old GameCube working again, I'll let you win at Mario Kart."

"You don't need to let me do anything, I'll kick your ass in the first round," you hip bumped him, but he pulled you back into his side with his arm around you, squeezing you in a side hug that nearly made you trip. "Let's take the long way, though, I wanna finish my hot chocolate and watch the sunset."

"Really? You're freezing," he raised an eyebrow, thumb running over your chin, lighting up your indeed cold skin with heat.

"I'm fine, Pete--"

"You're not, you think I haven't noticed you shaking since we got back outside?" He shook his head, sliding off his outer jacket and practically wrestling it on you despite your refusal to admit you were cold. "There. And, bonus, you look even cuter than before in my jacket."

"Stop doing that," the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them, before you could alter the frustrated tone in your voice. The hurt look on Peter's face made your stomach sink.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he rushed out, taking a step back from you. His hand flopped to his side like a dead fish from where it had been on your shoulder. 

"No, Peter, I just--" You squeezed your eyes shut. It was now or never. You fucked up. The last thing you wanted was to make Peter think he had violated a boundary, instead of being the one comforting thing you had ever had in your life. "I can't-- I can't keep doing this." Your best friend stared at your hopeless, wild hand gestures, clearly confused as to what you meant. "I can't go around pretending like all your little touches, all the names and the kisses and the hugs just are normal. Like they're passing, mundane parts of everyday life. You're my best friend, but it nearly sets me on fire every time you do something like that. I can't take it anymore." You sat down on a nearby bench to try and calm your anxieties. You felt like you were radiating those jagged lines all around you like you were in a cartoon with how shaky you felt. It was silent for a moment, save the background New York noises of everyday life. But it still felt more quiet than ever as Peter sat beside you, right next to you. He slowly, almost hesitantly for the first time in his life with you, reached over to grab your shaking hand in his.

"You are the one constant I have in my life," he started, squeezing your palm for a brief moment. "With Spider-Man, with Ben, with every little thing that seems to go wrong in my life… You are the one thing I have that is always there. Never changes. Everyday I get to see you, and make you laugh. And it makes me feel like everything's going to be okay," his voice was soft. He gently knocked his head against yours, leaning his forehead against your temple, eyes closed. "I know I get a little too touchy, but I like knowing you're there. Real. And I'm too afraid to do anything else because I couldn't live with myself if I made you disappear." All you could think to say when he fell silent was his name, quiet as ever and filled with so many emotions it came out cracked. He was bearing his heart to you so suddenly, as if something finally shoved him to do so. But it was so clear and simple to him. So easy for him to do it, on an empty New York street, the sky fading from warm oranges to a dark navy. 

You finally turned to him, slowly finding the courage to press a hand to his cheek, and, god, he nearly keened into the touch. Those brown, kind eyes looked up at you through his eyelashes when you bumped your forehead into his.

"If I know one thing, Parker, it's that I'm not going anywhere." You murmured. "But I need to know if this is just more than passing touches. I-I can't take it anymore." Peter sucked in a breath, screwing his eyes shut like he was preparing to say something. In reality, he didn’t know what to say. There was no way he could express the amount of emotions that were flooding his senses at that moment. 

So, he just kissed you.

Suddenly, it felt like summer outside in New York. No more cold, no more shivering, just Peter’s hands cupping your face and a shot of warmth running through your body even better than the hot chocolate you had been sipping before. You gripped onto the worn, soft fabric of the sweater he was wearing, pulling him even closer to you. He broke away from the kiss for the briefest of moments with a chuckle, favoring wrapping his arms around your waist to press you close to him before diving back in. You hummed against his lips happily. Even when he pulled away for real, breathing heavily and just looking at you, taking in the moment, you still felt warm as ever. You took in a shaky breath, smiling at the toothy grin that had spread across Peter's face. He bumped his nose affectionately against yours as he pressed a few more kisses across the planes of your face before standing up eagerly.

"C'mon, the sun's not completely set yet, I know a better view for this." He tugged you away from the bench. You let him pull you along, barely functioning on anything but autopilot after what had just happened. He pulled you into an alleyway, checking around to make sure the coast was clear, before tugging his Spider-Man mask on from his backpack, and pulling you tight against him. "Here, hold on to me." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed against him further, beginning to realize what's going on.

"Pete, wait, I'm--" You were cut off as the two of you shot up in the air, and you were forced to shove your face in his neck, eyes shut as to not look down while you swung across New York. You didn't scream or anything, just silent out of complete fear. You knew Peter wouldn't let you go, and would always catch you, but that didn't mean swinging through buildings at an inhuman height wasn't terrifying. 

"Are you okay?" His voice was muffled by wind in your ear, and you could have glared at him if you weren't afraid to lift your head from the safety of his shoulder. 

"No!" You yelled, and Peter just laughed, his arm tightening around your waist. A few moments later, you felt a small lurch, and the wind stopped. Clearly, the two of you had landed but you refused to leave the safety of Peter's arms until you knew that for sure. "Are we on stable, real ground now?"

"Yeah, we're here." He breathed, having pulled off his mask now that you were safe from prying eyes. You slowly unlatched yourself from him, calming down now that you had your feet on the ground.

The first thing you did was punch his arm, maybe a little harder than intended. You only felt a little bad at the ow that left his lips.

"You know I'm afraid of heights!" You huffed, crossing your arms and turning away from him, only to be met with the staggering view of New York below you. You screwed your eyes shut, only opening them once you were looking at the sky instead.

"In my defense," Peter's voice came closer again, right in your ear. He hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to the skin behind your ear. "Look at this view."

You couldn't deny that it was breathtaking. A perfect view of the skyline of New York, jagged edges of skyscrapers giving way to soft strokes of orange and red mixing with the oncoming deep purples and blues of the night sky. There weren't many real stars because, well, New York, but you still felt like you were seeing them with the way your best friend was holding you.

"I've never been up here with someone else," he admitted, voice still low. "I come up here to get away from... everything. But I always wish you were here with me. You're the one thing I never wanna get away from." Another kiss, this time to your neck, punctuated by a squeeze to your waist. You could have melted into the roof.

"I hate to break it to you, bug boy," you turned, moving your arms around his neck again. Fingers splayed into his chocolate tufts of hair, eyes locked onto his. He looked at you like you were the only thing in the world at the moment, even surrounded by a New York sunset. "I'm never doing this again."

"C'mon, it's exposure therapy. I'll cure your fear for you." He laughed, tilting his head when you shook your head, grimacing. "Okay, okay, baby, I'm sorry." Baby. That one was new. "This doesn't include that kiss from earlier, though, right? 'Cause I don't think I can agree to that." You rolled your eyes at his joke, tugging on a strand of his hair teasingly. Peter leaned in, chasing your lips with his until they met again, this time in an out of breath, lighthearted kiss. It was quick, but set the stage for something new, and something that would become a regular part of your day. A new and welcome addition to Peter's touches. Maybe your favorite so far.

"It's cold up here." Was all you could think to say, to break the giggly, eager spell that had fallen over the both of you.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."

[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

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helloo!! can you write a steve rogers x reader fic where the reader (who has a crush on steve) accidentally walks in to sharon flirting w steve and then she walks away and cries when clint, bucky, wanda, nat and tony saw her and asks her why. they knew why short after, and reader goes for a walk outside the compound. steve searches for her eventually as the other avengers asks him to confess and solve the misunderstanding. steve found the reader at the big christmas tree in rockefeller center making a wish and he confesses to her there 🥺 im sorry if it’s too specific!

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request and thank you for being so patient! I changed up a few of the details I hope you don’t mind <33

CW: language lol

A/N: I really liked writing this one. Send me more Steve and overall MCU requests!! Also remember to reblog as it helps a lot! <3

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The annual Christmas party is Tony and Pepper’s pride and joy.

It’s December 24th, Christmas Eve. A lot of us don’t have much family left to spend the holidays with, and those that do bring them along.

It’s the one night a year where we’re normal people. Everyone’s laughing, singing, dancing. Some drink a bit too much eggnog. But all in all it’s a fun, wholesome night.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I fought an army of five hundred men alone? Just me and Mjollnir” Thor sat beside me on the couch with probably his hundredth eggnog; to his and my surprise it appears to actually be kicking in a bit. In his defense Nat made it extra strong this year.

I sigh and smell the mix of eggnog and hot chocolate in my breath, “Yes Thor, you did. Like three times already and you keep adding people. The first time you told it was only two hundred men” I can’t help but laugh.

He furrows his brows and frowns, realizing I caught him, “No, I think you’re remembering it wrong”

I pat his knee, “Sure honey, whatever you say” with a smile.

Regardless of all that he begins to tell the story for a fourth time. Clint’s kids and Scott all listen to him in awe. Meanwhile I spot something across the room that made my heart sink.

I see Steve and Sharon laughing together, standing close to each other, being very touchy-feely. It made my stomach churn. But I was frozen in place, I couldn’t stop staring at them. Like that moment in a scary movie where you know something bad is about to happen but you can’t bring yourself to look away or close your eyes.

I know I shouldn’t really feel jealous. Steve and I are just friends. Obviously him and Sharon get along very well, she’s beautiful and clearly a better fit for him.

But I can’t help it. It makes me miserable. I’ve been in love for him for so long now I honestly wish it’d just go away at this point. Everything would be much simpler that way.

That way, I could just enjoy being his friend without my heart racing every time we touch or hold eye contact for longer than three seconds. I wouldn’t be over analyzing everything he says. I wouldn’t continuously get my hopes up thinking “maybe he does feel the same way”.

And then, just as that feeling of tears started to burn in my eyes, I noticed it; the mistletoe.

They were standing right below mistletoe. I started praying they wouldn’t notice but they did. Sharon looked up and smirked, Steve’s gaze followed. That’s it. Now’s the time to look away. I’m not gonna continue to torture myself here, much less with the sight of them kissing.

I got up abruptly and left the room, tears already streaming down my face. I went into another room and quickly closed the door behind me. Only to find Nat and Wanda in there.

They instantly got up with worry in their eyes. I could tell they were having a good time, talking and laughing. But it all disappeared off their faces in an instant when they saw me crying.

Immediately Nat walked up to me, holding my face up gently. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

But I just kept silently crying, ruining my makeup no doubt.

Natasha put her arm around me and led me to the couch where both her and Wanda sat with me and held me as I cried.

Wanda’s not the best at comforting, but I know she tries her best and I know she truly cares.

“Who do I have to hurt?” she said with a trace of her Sokovian accent that is more noticeable when she’s angry.

I manage to get the words out, “No one” in between sniffles.

“Then why are you crying?” she asked. I didn’t wanna say. It’s too embarrassing.

But Natasha took a good look at me and sighed, “I think I know”.

I turn to her, and she gives me a small smile and says, “Would this have anything to do with you liking Steve?”

My eyes widen. “How did you know?”

She raised an eyebrow at me, “I just do”

“You have feelings for Steve?” Wanda asked, genuinely surprised. I simply nod in response.

“Don’t worry, you’re fairly good at hiding it. It took me a while to figure out so I doubt anyone else knows. Especially him” Nat reassured me.

Wanda brought a tissue to me from across the room with her powers. I thanked her and cleaned up my face a bit.

“What happened though? Why are you crying then?” Wanda was still eager to know.

I took deep breaths to calm myself before recalling the memory. “It’s him and Sharon. I’ve seen how they are together, and just now they were all flirty n’ shit. And they were under mistletoe; I saw they were about to kiss”.

“Did you actually see them kiss?” It was Natasha who asked this time.

I shook my head, “I left before I could witness it”.

Nat kept rubbing my back while Wanda let me rest my head on her shoulder. I was still crying.

“Y/n there’s—” Nat started to speak but before she could continue Steve walked in.

“There you are” he said with a smile while looking at me. His face dropped when he saw the state I was in.

“What’s wrong?” he hurried towards me with worry in his eyes. I can’t face him right now, it’s too much.

I quickly get up and walk past him as I mumble a quick “Nothing” and leave the room. On my way out of the compound I grab my coat and I get in the elevator. Just as the doors were closing I saw Steve trying to catch up with me.

Once I’m out I put my espionage skills to use; right now I wanna be left alone. I decide to head for the big Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center thinking that’ll cheer me up a bit.

The loud sounds and all the sounds of the city start to overwhelm me but I just think that once I get to the tree I’ll be fine.

I arrive at the giant tree and stand in front of it feeling tiny in comparison. It was raining earlier so the water droplets make the lights look extra twinkly. It’s very cold, I shiver and fold my arms tightly regretting not bringing more than just my coat.

Despite there being so much commotion around me when I focus on the tree it all kinda fades away. So much so that I almost didn’t notice Steve standing at my side. I look at him through the corner of my eye; he’s also staring at the tree.

After a few seconds in silence he turns to me and says, “I figured you’d be cold”. When I turn to him I see he has my fuzzy hat and scarf. I can’t help but smile at the gesture, he give me a small smile too.

He then puts the hat on my head and wraps the scarf around my neck. I can feel myself blush but hopefully my cheeks were already red from the cold and he won’t notice. He smiles at me with gentle eyes but I force myself to look away, to focus on the tree. Because if I don’t I’ll drown in his eyes.

We both stand in silence staring at the tree. Our silences aren’t usually uncomfortable. But I know that he knows. So I’m silently freaking out on the inside.

“I tried to count all the lights once” I break the silence and my internal panic.

He snorts, “Of course you did. How far did you get?”

“Two-hundred and seventy-seven” I mumble, slightly embarrassed. Although I’d rather this embarrassment than the alternative.

“Wow, that’s determination” he said, genuinely impressed.

I held back a smirk, “Yeah, I looked at the tree dead in the eyes and said, “I could do this all day””.

We both started laughing. It’s nice to know we can laugh together no matter the circumstance. Even if he probably already knows I’m madly in love with him.

“Fuck off,” he said in between the laughter. I giggled in response.

After the laughter died down it was back to silence. Until…

“I know, y/n, I know why you were upset” Steve said.

My heart sank again, I was filled with fear. Fear of the inevitable rejection. “It’s—I’m sorry I—I’ll get over it” I fumbled over my words not know exactly what to say. But I was bracing myself for the worst.

He turned to me and took my hand of my pocket; mine were cold but his were warm. “What are you apologizing for?”. I saw the confusion in his expression. But also a tinge of pain which I couldn’t decipher. Did he feel sorry for me?

I sigh, I can see my breath in front of me, “For falling in love with you” I say feeling defeated at this point.

He takes both my hands now and holds them tightly as he says, “Do you feel sorry for how you feel about me? Because I don’t”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What?” my voice is small and frail.

“I am in love with you, y/n. I’m crazy about you. And I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner” he confessed.

I felt my heart thumping faster in my chest. Is this real?

“You are?” I asked, he nodded with a smile, “You are” I laughed nervously, and he laughed with me.

But then I remembered, “But wait, what about Sharon?”

“Sharon is a good friend, nothing more” he reassured.

“And the mistletoe?”

He let go of one of my hands and got something out of his pocket with a mischievous grin on his face. “You mean this mistletoe?” he raised his arm and dangled it above us while pulling me closer to him.

“I never kissed her. The only person I ever wanna kiss, is you” he said while looking back and forth from my eyes to my lips.

“Pepper’s gonna be mad you took the mistletoe” I tease.

He pulls me even closer and says, “She’ll get over it” and kissed me deeply.

I nearly melted in his arms. He dropped the arm that was holding the mistletoe and put it around my waist along with the other one. I threw my arms around his neck; holding on for dear life.

It was warm and soft, yet desperate in the sense that neither of us wanted to let go. When out lips finally separate he leans his forehead on mine, keeping his eyes closed. We start to giggle like little kids.

Suddenly we hear cheering, hooting and clapping. It’s Natasha, Wanda, Thor, and Scott.

We were embarrassed but couldn’t help but laugh.

“ABOUT DAMN TIME!” yelled out Nat.

“IM SO JEALOUS OF YOU Y/N” Scott yelled which made all of us burst into laughter.

“I guess I am pretty lucky huh?” I said to Steve.

He caressed my cheek with his thumb, “I’m the lucky one”.

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Self care- p!Tommyinnit x reader

i wish i was bsfriends w tommy :’)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings:themes of depression, nothing too deep

A/N: Taking Tommy and Wilbur requests!! u cant tell me tommy doesn’t do the classic british X’s on txts to his friends

It had been a rough stream, 8 hours sat in the same chair putting on the same happy face, it was unbelievably exhausting some days. You took of your headset and set it down after pressing ‘end stream’, you ruffled your hair and took in a deep breath, throwing a glance at the clock on your computer. 5am. You tried to throw caution to the wind, maybe it was an off day? But no, you could feel it, deep inside, another episode. You looked directly into the webcam, your face scrunching up as you take note of your appearance, your ruffled hair, your dark eye bags. It felt like hours, just staring at yourself, your famous thousand-yard stare painted across the screen. Suddenly, your phone vibrated from its place on the desk. You lethargically picked it up as the bright screen illuminated your otherwise dark room. It was Tommy.

Big T: ‘bedwars stream tmrw? : ) x’  

You really didn't feel up to it in all honesty, but you didn’t want to let Tommy down like that, he loves bedwars. A sad smile made its way to your face as you drafted your text back.

Gremlin: ‘only if were on duos together : ) x’

Big T: ‘5pm? X’ You responded with a simple yeee.

You discarded your phone to the side and stood up for the first time in hours. Your bones ached as you outstretched your limbs. Pain. You walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, eyes scouring the room, even though you weren't sure what you were looking for, an escape maybe? It wasn’t even like you had anything to be upset over, great friends, successful streamer, everything was going great, but alas, depression does not give a shit. You crawled into bed, putting your phone on charge and grabbed all of your covers over your head, a long sigh making its way from your lips.

The next day/  

Tommy loaded up minecraft on his computer, reading to slay game at bedwars with you. He got unusually excited when he played minecraft with you, even more excited than normal. There was something about you man, but he just couldn’t figure it out. Youd met in high school, same town and everything, and since then you were like a drug. Not a day had gone by since year 9 that you didn’t talk. He decided to drop you a message as you hadn't texted first. He asked if you were still up for bedwars. Surprisingly though, he didn’t receive a response. He waited. Just 5 minutes he said. And then 10. And then 20. Then 30. He decided to ring you just to check. Plus, he wanted to hear your voice. It rang thrice and nothing. His eyebrows drew together in confusion. You were almost always online. He tried not to overthink, but this is Tommy were talking about. Maybe you were still asleep? He wanted to believe that, but there was an itch, in his brain, that told him not to. Just to make sure, he decided to ask some of your mutual friends on the server. He clicked onto the group discord and noticed Wilbur, philza and Nikki in a vc.  

“Hello Hoes and Homies alike” He bellowed when he joined the vc. Wilbur drew a confused look.

“I thought you were doing duo bed wars with (Y/N) today?” Tommy scoffed.

“Well yah, Wilburrrrr, if you let me get a word out” He joked light heartedly “No seriously though has anyone heard from her since her stream last night” They all looked confused and shook their heads. This made him even more concerned than he was. He quickly thanked them before disconnecting. His mind was running rampant. He quickly decided to throw his shoes on, you didn’t live that far, only a bus ride away on the otherside of town. He grabbed his keys and his jacket and rushed down the stairs.

“Going over to (Y/N)s for a bit” He shouted to Motherinnit as he slammed the door shut.  

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You were straing at the roof in a pit of self loathing when you heard your phone ring. Ugh. It seemed so much work to pick it up. Your hand made its way from under the mountain of covers and snatched your phonr from the side. Tommy. You felt a sting in the back of your eyes and tossed your phone on the bed, turning over and curling up in the covers. You stared at the inside of your covers for minutes on end. Your doorbell sent a sharp chime through the house as your mother went to answer it.

“Hello Tommy, what a surprise" He threw her a quickly greeted her and got straight to the point.

“Is (Y/N) in?”

“Shes upstairs I think, I havent heard from her all day though. Go on up” She stood to the side and let him pass.

You heard the entire conversation through your open window, and let out a heavy sigh, although you were secretly thanking Tommy in uour head for checking up on you. You heard his converse hit the steps as your door was threw open. Tommy immediately regretted his actions, wondering if you were asleep as he took note of the heap of covers on the bed. He let out a quiet whisper.

“(Y/N)?”  

You didn’t really feel like talking, but you let out a quiet ‘yeah’. He rushed over to your side upon hearing your weak response.

“is everything alright? We were meant to be playing bedwars like an hour ago” This prompted you to pull the covers off your head and look at him. He took note of your puffy red eyes, and the dark eye bgs lying underneath. He looked around your room, empty energy drink cand and food containers littered your room. It suddenly clicked to him. You weren't doing okay. He looked back at you deeply, something about that look just caused the floodgates to open. Your eyes were glassy, as Tommy practically melted. He hated seeing you like this. Sure he had the bit of him being a big man with no emotions, but you where his weakness. “Hey, cmon don’t cry” He whispered as he opened his arms, welcoming you into a hug. In an instant you where in his arms, leaving tear stains on his TShirt. He didn’t seem to mind though. After a moment of silence, only broken by your sobs, he piped up. “How about, we forget about the stream for today, and ill go to the corner shop and get us some snacks, and marshmallows and whipped cream, and we can have those killer hot chocolates your mom makes. We can watch a bunch of movies, and ill even let you put one of those stupid facemasks on me, yeah?” This caused a laugh to pierce your sobs, which started to lighten up. You sniffled and pulled back from his hug, a huge smile making its way onto your face, the first genuine smile in a while.

“Thats my girl, that’s what I love to see” He matched your smile. You quickly threw your arms around him and pulled him into a long hug.

“Thank you Tommy” You said sincerely.

“Anything for my favourite girl” He smiled, as he pulled back from the hug. “Maybe while im gone you could try to shower?” He knew how tough some simple things where when you felt like this. You nodded smally and sat up. He leapt from the bed and smiled. “Okay, I wont be long!” And with that, he dashed out of the room.  

You lay back on your bed. You werent okay, but that’s okay, because Tommyinnit is your best friend :)