#idk maybe i could still do it if i had a sighted business partner to make parents feel comfortable tho

[atinylittlepain]

Hello there! I was wondering if you would be down to do a Joel smut where he’s a bit insecure about his body (maybe he’s older than the reader? Scars?) but the reader wants to praise him anyway? (Praise kink? Idk how to write smut tbh)

hey! I love this idea, Joel deserves a little TLC for sure :)

All Yours - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

Joel has been distancing himself from her, and she's worried he's found someone else. When she discovers the real reason he's been so cold, she shows him just how much she cares for him.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, angst, age gap, insecure!Joel :(( but then fluff yay

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Joel Miller is acting strange, and it’s starting to freak her out. It had started out subtle, since they had settled in Jackson. They had never before had the luxury of sex that wasn’t fully clothed, frantic, one eye always checking for danger. But now, with a whole bed to themselves, Joel still refused to undress, instead overwhelming her with affection, his loose belt buckle and the buttons of his flannel shirts digging into her bare skin as he fucked her. She didn’t make anything of it at first, but after two months of it continuing, she was starting to get frustrated. 

Her frustration bloomed into worry when it began to escalate, Joel pulling away altogether. He started picking up odd hours for patrol shifts, coming home so late she’d barely feel him slipping into bed, long pulled under by sleep. And by the time she woke up in the morning, he’d already be gone. He was never around, she and Ellie had even started to grimly joke that the old man was always “away on business,” but really, her heart was starting to break the longer it went on. 

She is starting to resign herself to the reality that maybe Joel has gotten tired of her. After all, the only thing that had brought them together was the forced closeness of hauling Ellie across the country, and now that they’re settled in a town with plenty of pretty women – women closer to his own age, her mind cruelly adds – she can’t blame him for not wanting to be tied down. 

She feels listless in this limbo he keeps her in. He hasn’t really touched her in weeks, but he still hasn’t said anything. When he does come home and leaves a faint kiss on her forehead, she almost wishes he’d just put her out of her misery already, tell her that it’s over, that he’s letting her go, that there’s someone else. Almost. But the truth is, she loves him, probably too much for her own good. She’s not sure if she could ever let go, and it makes her angry as hell. 

Letting go starts to feel like a possibility during her next patrol shift. She has been partnered up with a young man named Mason. He’s funny and friendly, a warm smile with dimples that could’ve landed him on the front page of a magazine back before. And he seems to like her, lobbing fluffy compliments and jokes her way, brushing touches to her arms. 

When they get back to town that afternoon, he helps her dismount, firm hands on her hips that linger as she hops down. They share a small smile as Mason walks away, but hers quickly dissolves when she turns around and sees Joel fixing her with a look that she can’t quite place, his eyes squinting, lips pursed. Before she can move toward him, he’s already turning heel and sauntering off, another piece of her heart cracking at the sight.

…

She stays at the stables, helping out for the rest of the afternoon, her mind a haze as it replays Joel’s steely expression. She figures he won’t be home by the time she gets back to their place, and she tiredly trudges upstairs in need of a shower and another hard night of sleep. It’s such a shock to see him sitting on the edge of their bed that she actually lets out a yelp when she walks into their room, his head whipping up to look at her.

“Wha– what’re you doing home? Don’t you have a shift?” Joel huffs at her question, his chest puffing up a little as he furrows his brow at her.

“Why? You bringing Mason home?” It’s like a punch to her gut, and all she can do is let out a breathy laugh of disbelief.

“Oh no. You don’t get to do that, Joel.”

“Do what?”

“Be jealous – over nothing, I might add – not after you haven’t so much as looked at me in months.” He presses his lips into a thin line, his eyes darting away from hers, making her sigh.

“Joel– would you just talk to me, please? I feel like– like you don’t want me anymore.” His eyes flash to hers at that.

“You know that’s not true.” She huffs.

“Do I? It’s kinda hard to believe anything else. You barely talk to me anymore. And I can only hang around so long when it’s clear you’re no longer looking my way.”  He gets up and takes one stride to stand in front of her. His hands flex by his sides and she wills him to just reach out, but when he doesn’t, she lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Christ, you’re making it pretty obvious, Joel. You won’t even touch me. I just– I can’t–” He finally reaches out, his hands cupping her jaw, effectively silencing her. She curls her own hands around his wrists as he stares at her.

“That’s not what this is about. I’m not– I always want you. Don’t want anyone else.” She huffs, her heart still kicking up at his words.

“Then what, Joel? Just tell me what it is, please.” He sighs, his eyes flickering down to her lips for just a beat before he’s pulling away from her to sit back down on the edge of the bed. She follows suit, the outside of their thighs pressing firmly against each other where they sit. When he speaks again, his voice is much quieter, hoarser.

“I don’t want you to be stuck with me.” Her head whips to the side to look at him, eyes widened in total confusion.

“What? Why would you even say something like that? It’s ridiculous.” Joel keeps his eyes fixed on his hands in his lap, his voice a low murmur as he speaks.

“It ain’t ridiculous. It’s true. You could have anyone you want in this town, and I’m– well, I’m old, and not what I once was. You don’t deserve to be stuck with me just because we were on the road together. I won’t do that to you.” She can’t believe the words leaving his mouth, and lets out an incredulous scoff. She’s a bit harsh in the way she grasps his jaw, forcing him to look at her.

“Is that seriously what you think? That I’m just stuck with you because we traveled together?” He doesn’t respond, but his silence speaks volumes, making her sigh at the wavering look on his face.

“Joel, I’m with you because I want to be with you. You should know better than most that I’m not one to stick around unless I have good reason to.” He huffs at that, shaking his head in her hold.

“You shouldn’t. Shouldn’t want to be with me. Should be with someone younger, someone better, someone–” She cuts him off with a quick kiss, leaving him with wide eyes and parted lips as she smirks at him.

“Has trying to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do ever worked out for you, Miller?” She sees his throat bob as he continues to stare at her and she can’t help but laugh. Relief floods through her system at the realization that Joel still wants her by his side, followed quickly by a weary adoration for this man who thinks so little of himself. She strokes her thumb along the scruff of his cheek and leans in for another kiss, letting this one deepen until it coaxes a low groan from his throat. She only pulls away when he’s good and breathless, resting her forehead against his.

“The next time you start having stupid ideas about this, about us, you come to me first, huh?” He nods lightly, chest heaving as her other hand splays over his heart.

“Alright– still think you’d be better off with someone else.” She quirks her brow at him, pulling him with her as she stands up. His hands come naturally to rest on her hips as she fixes him in place with a tilted grin. 

“Can I show you what I think about that? About me being better off with someone else?” Joel is quiet, just a hint of a nod, but his hands are quick to grasp her wrists when she starts to work at the buttons of his shirt. She furrows her brow at him and he sighs.

“It’s just– I’m nothing to look at, darlin. A whole lot of scars and– you don’t have to– s’what I’m saying.” She feels her heart drop at his words, the truth finally settling in that this really is how low Joel thinks of himself. She presses kisses into his knuckles where they’re holding onto her wrists.

“I want to. Please let me see you, Joel.” He huffs, muscles still tensed, but he lets go of her wrists to let her continue her work. She could hear a pin drop, it’s so quiet as she undoes the last few buttons, dragging her palms back up to shrug his shirt down his arms, leaving his chest bare before her for the first time. 

She stands still for a moment, her hands hovering over his skin, taking in the sight of him. There are scars littered over his skin, but there’s obvious strength woven with softness in the tan expanses of his torso, and it takes her breath away. He jolts slightly when she finally lays her palms over his chest. She grazes her fingers down his front before dipping back up as she starts to walk around him, hands dragging up over his shoulders to rest on the broad expanse of his back. 

“You’re perfect, Joel Miller. Could look at you all day.” She seals her words with a smear of kisses pressed between his shoulder blades, smiling at the shudder she feels run through him. He grumbles, craning his neck back to catch a glimpse of her.

“Bet you say that to all the boys, huh?” She laughs as she circles back around, leaving her palms splayed over his chest.

“Mm, nope. Just the one.” That earns her a flushed grin from him that she chases after with a hard kiss, their mouths opening to each other as she twines her arms around his neck, pressing in close to his chest. The warmth radiating from him makes her dizzy, a sensation that increases tenfold when he pulls back to coax her out of her own shirt, twining back together in a bare embrace.

She starts to shuffle them backwards until he topples back onto the bed with a small “oof,” taking her along with him as she straddles his thighs. He goes to roll them over, sitting up slightly and squeezing her hips, but she’s quick to press him back down to the bed with her palm in the middle of his chest.

“Uh-uh, Miller. I’m not done looking at you.” He grumbles, but it’s quickly turned into a sigh as she dips down to start leaving open-mouthed kisses across his chest, trailing lower and lower until she’s nosing along the waist of his jeans. Joel reaches out for her, firm palm coaxing her to look up at him.

“You don’t– don’t have to do that.” She huffs, grabbing his wrist and leaning back over him to pin his hand by his head. 

“I want to. If you’ll let me, that is.” He’s looking at her like she’s crazy, pupils blown to make the swimming brown of his eyes look even darker. He finally scrunches his eyes shut, pressing his head back and letting out a breathy curse before looking at her again.

“Jesus christ– you’re asking if I’ll let you? Gonna fucking kill me– can have whatever you want, darlin. S’all yours.” She grins at that, pressing a few light kisses to his lips as she murmurs to him.

“Just relax, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.” With that, she trails back down his torso, nails grazing along his sides until her fingers land on his belt buckle and get to work. He huffs a bit when she gets off the bed entirely to unlace his boots and tug them off his feet. She just shoots him a look as she works.

“Wanna see all of you, Joel. Don’t pout.” He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he watches her shrug his jeans and boxers all the way off his legs. She’s never gotten him like this before, completely bare in front of her, and clearly under her control. It makes her mind go hazy for a moment, and she steadies herself by running her palms up the muscle of his thighs, kneeling back between his legs. 

His flushed cock has smeared precum across the soft muscle of his belly, and he lets out a harsh sigh when she noses up the vein running along the underside, lips barely brushing the tip. He instinctively reaches for her, trying to thread his fingers through her hair, but she’s quick to catch him and pin his arms back to the bed, something he grunts at so petulantly that she can’t help but laugh.

“You’re teasing me, darlin.” She just smirks, laying a kiss to his pouted lips.

“Patience, Miller. I’m getting there. Just lay back and enjoy it, huh?” Before he can get a reply in, she’s dipping back down to lick a hot stripe up his cock, coaxing a low groan from him.

He’s big enough to make her jaw ache a little as she starts to take him into her mouth, but the sweet sighs and curses he’s letting out are enough encouragement to keep going. She alternates between bobbing down his length and laving her tongue over the tip, and from the way Joel is tugging his hands through his hair as he watches her with a crumpled brow, it seems to be the right combination.

“Fuck, darlin– gotta mouth on you, huh? Taking me so well– fucking christ.” She leans back slightly to spit into her palm, wrapping her hand around the base of him that she can’t quite reach with her mouth. She can’t take her eyes off him, the blooming flush spreading across his chest, the way the quick pink of his tongue keeps darting out to wet his lips, the muscles in his forearms jumping with the way he’s raking his fingers through his hair.

“So pretty like this, Joel. Never wanna stop looking at you.” He grumbles at that, covering his face with his forearm but she lifts up to tug his arm away, holding his chin to get him to look at her even as he huffs.

“Don’t think I’ve ever been called pretty before. That’s a new one.” 

“I mean it. So pretty for me. Just for me, right?” She can see the bob of his throat as he nods in her grip.

“Just for you, darlin. Only for you.” That’s all she wanted to hear, needed to hear, and she presses another chaste kiss to his lips before lowering back between his legs and taking him back into her mouth. 

She can feel his thighs flexing under her palms, a clear sign that he’s getting close coupled with the dissolving string of praises and curses leaving his lips. 

“Fuck– you gotta stop or I’m gonna come.” She barely pulls off him, her lips still brushing his swollen tip as she grins up at him.

“That’s kinda the point, Miller.” She takes him into her mouth as far as she can, gagging lightly when his tip hits the back of her throat. Joel lets out a warbly moan, his voice cracking on a curse as he presses his head back into the sheets. 

It’s not long before he’s tensing up hard, a broken chant of her name leaving his mouth as his warmth starts to pool in her mouth. She doesn’t pull away until the muscles in his thighs have relaxed, holding his hazy stare as she swallows his spend. Joel lets out another curse at the sight, chest still heaving. 

“Never gonna stop replaying that in my head, fuck.” She laughs at his breathy words, crawling over him to lay down in the crook of his arm, her cheek resting over his heart. She lays a kiss between his collar bones before craning her neck up to press her lips to his, pulling away with a sweet smack.

“Are you done acting like a fucking fool now?” He huffs at her smug words, but the crooked smile threatening to spread across his face tells her all she needs to know.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. Was just trying to give you an out.” She settles back into his chest with his arm wrapped around her, calloused palm brushing along her back.

“Well don’t. If anything, you’re stuck with me, Miller.” A deep laugh rumbles through his chest as he squeezes her a little closer.

“Don’t mind the sound of that, darlin.”

[sandinthemachine]

Can I get the "I'm not scared but if you are you can hold my hand" with könig I need more of this ball of anxiety. Maybe watching a scary movie or everyone going through a haunted trail? Maybe he's scared of the anamatronic shows that are in the malls and doesn't wanna walk past them cause he saw 1 (one) FNAF video and thought it was real. Idk what one you use but I just need him being a big baby lmaoo

I have been trying to write this for a month so I kinda decided fuck it let's polish it best I can and post it now

The camel idea came from a farmer I know (sorry, buddy, it was too good not to steal), and the jello idea...uhh, congratulations, you know one (1) weird fact about me :/

enjoy!

Words: 1159ish

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“I don’t get it, it’s just a ton of water.”

You gasp melodramatically, shaking your head. “König, you did not just call the ocean ‘a ton of water.’” You hold your fingers up to make exaggerated air quotes.

“That is what it is.”

You make a frustrated sound, flinging your arms up, only to be met by a chuckle. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

He bursts into a full-on laugh. “You should see your face when you get frustrated, it gets so cute and scrunchy.”

You squeeze your shoulders up, glowering, but he sees right through it, swinging an arm around them and pulling you into his side to kiss your hair. You bite your lips, trying to hide the growing smile, but he knows it’s there.

“Alright them,” he straightens up, clearing his throat and trying to school his face into something serious. “Let us go see what is so special about your ocean in particular.”

You smile. “Trust me, your mind will be blown. But you have to wait a bit. I need to swing by the barn first, I promised I’d check in on the calves this morning while the farm hands are busy with planting.”

You were overjoyed that König was finally getting to visit your hometown, but with his busy schedule the only time he could come see you was smack dab in the middle of planting season. Luckily you did mostly barn work, so with a healthy amount of convincing and only a little promised overtime your manager had decided to let you have your afternoons off. It was still early in the season, so there weren’t too many calves yet, and it shouldn’t take long at all before you could enjoy your first day of adventures with your partner.

“I could come help, you know. It would go much faster.”

“You would do that?”

He snorts. “Of course I would.”

You beam at him, wrapping him into a tight hug. “You’re the best,” you mumble into his chest.

“I know.”

You scoff, shoving him away with a laugh.

-

As you swing the barn door open, you’re greeted by a rumbling bellow that has you leaping backwards. “Holy shit, I completely forgot.” You turn to König, blushing a bit. “So it turns out we’re babysitting a camel right now for the next farm over. He’s really loud but he’s not that bad, I promise.”

König freezes. “No. No way.”

“What?”

“I don’t do camels.”

“What do you mean you don’t-”

“They are tall and weird.”

“So you two should get along perfectly.”

“This is no time for jokes!” König throws his forearms over his head and turns around.

You snort. “Is it the neck thing? Are you afraid of alpacas, too?”

“I am…” he pauses, letting out a rushed breath. “I am not afraid of camels.”

“Of course, of course. You’re not afraid of anything, big guy. But…you know, we could get this done faster if we split up, I’ll muck out the camel while you do the calves next door.”

“Uh-uh, no way I’m leaving you alone with a camel.”

You shake your head at him, breathing an exasperated sigh. “So what, then? You think you can go near him without having a heart attack?”

He glares at you, and you throw your hands up in surrender before turning and heading back into the barn. You hear his stomping footsteps follow you, but as soon as you go up to the camel’s stall, they freeze.

You pause, turning around to take in the sight of König. Tall and broad, a soldier through and through, easily one of the scariest people you know. And here he stands, arms crossed tightly over his chest, bottom lip puffed out. Pouting like a teenager.

You can’t help but giggle at that. “Come on, then.” You hold out your hand. “I’ll guard you with my life, I promise.”

He scoffs, turning to glare at the wall. “I don’t get scared,” he grumbles. “But…if you are, I’ll hold your hand.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

“Fine, then.”

-

Luckily it’s a day where the camel decides to be well-behaved. So an hour later the two of you recline on the beach, sweaty and smelling like the barn, laughing over ice cream. Well, you are. König finished his in two bites.

You glance up, eyes finding his. “So what gave you such strong feelings about camels anyway?”

He sighs, leaning back on his forearms. “It was a…what’s the word, those places where you go to touch all the animals and…”

“Oh! Petting zoo.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Sooo…what happened at the petting zoo?”

He chews his lip, glancing down. “I was small…well, smaller, and I was feeding the animals. And I kept holding out the food to the camel, and then…” he chuckles, swiping a hand over his mouth, “every time it would try to eat I would jump back and laugh at it, and it made the silliest sounds.” He trails off, face going deadly serious. “And then it…spat…all over me, and my entire family laughed.”

You nod, chewing on your tongue. “Yeah, that’s…” you swallow, staring at your ice cream, “that sucks.” Your voice cracks and you bite your tongue, trying not to smile. “How old were you?”

“12.”

“WHAT?!” You cackle, slapping your palm over your mouth and falling back into the sand, shaking. “You…when you...when you said really little I thought you meant,” you guffaw, burying your face in your hands, “I thought you meant actually…”

“It’s not funny,” he says flatly, staring out to the ocean. “I am traumatized for life.”

You snort. “That’s what you get for being an asshole.”

His head snaps back towards you, but the side of his mouth is curling up slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You sit up, patting his shoulder in mock camaraderie. “I’m afraid of jello.”

“The…food?” His eyebrows scrunch as you nod and he gives you a weird look.

“I mean it!” You grin. “When I was a kid I’d always have nightmares about drowning in jello, my mom couldn’t even take me through the jello aisle at the grocery store because I’d start crying.”

He stares at his knees, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

“I know you’re smiling.”

“I’m not.” He shakes his head emphatically, only for his shoulders to immediately shake with laughter.

You chuckle, joining him.

“You know,” he leans back again, grinning. “I’m gonna make you jello someday.”

“Please don’t.”

“I will.”

“I’ll bring a camel into the house if you do.”

He giggles. “Yes, go to the grocery store and buy a camel.”

“I have my ways.”

“I’m sure you do,” he scoffs, pulling you into his side. “I’ll make sure to watch out for stray camels.”

You snuggle into his shoulder. “Yeah, you’d better,” you yawn. “Better watch your back.”

“Always do.” He kisses your forehead, smiling as your eyes start to drift closed.

[piipaw]

ok drawing or writing prompt,,,,, gum going to a faerun/waterdeep seasonal festival for the first time? idk if that's enough lmk if you want more

Cold air nipping at his ankles, Gum was quick to tug on his boots. Waterdeep ran colder than his crèche ever had, and for once he was thankful for the multitude of layers his temple had him wear. Smoothing the purple folds of his robes, Gum quickly clasped his chest armor into place before hearing Gale's slow footsteps down the tower stairs.

"My love, why aren't you in bed?" Sleep couldn't escape Gale's voice, punctuated by a yawn.

"Why would I be in bed?" Casting his partner a confused look, the gith tilted his head. "Why are you still in bed?"

"It's Rhyestertide," stated as if saying the sky was blue, Gale came around and I clipped the chest armor. "Temple's closed."

More confused than when he started, Gum undid the laces of his boots, following Gale up the stairs back to their bedroom. He'd have to ask more when the wizard was more awake.

Rhyestertide, Gum soon learned, was a holiday celebrated by followers of lathander. Having a large population of them within the city of Waterdeep, many if not most local businesses were closed for the day.

Gale had taken Gum out for a walk so that he could see just how many citizens in their city wore robes of red. Gale explained why they kept one eye closed after multiple people had winked in greeting as they passed, having seen the confusion on the gith's face.

"You know, it's somewhat of a tradition to make lasting friendships with those you wink at," Gale smiled, winking at someone else who passed them by. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt for you to participate as well."

"The whole town closes for such a celebration?" Gum was still getting stuck on the impact holidays had on a city wide scale.

"Well, yes, even if the miracle didn't occur in Waterdeep there are some large temples dedicated to Lathander here in the city."

"Hmm... I see." In truth, Gum did not fully understand. It felt foolish to cease all activity over something so trivial, but it was only one day he supposed.

---

It was not one day.

Again Gum had gotten ready for work, this time making it to the temple before finding it locked and empty. Unable to get in without using force, the gith was weighing his options when the sound of fluttering wings caught his attention.

"There you are, other Mr.Dekarios," it was Tara, approaching on light paws. "Gale sent for me to bring you back home, seems I was a bit too late in catching you sooner. Come along now."

Confused, Gum didn't move from his spot where he'd nearly considered breaking the lock to the temple with the Blood of Lathander. "Did something happen?" Panic edged his words, trying to make sense of everything.

"Didn't Gale tell you what today was? Oh I swear he would lose his own head if it weren't attached," fluttering her wings she flicked her ears. "Come on, let's get you back and I'll let him do the explaining."

Once back at the tower Gum was met with the sight of Gale waiting on his front steps. Relief rolled from his shoulders in waves as he saw Gum approaching their home.

"Oh you're quite alright," Gale smiled, warm as ever, opening the door for his two favorites. "So sorry my love, I must have forgotten."

"Gale, something's wrong, nobody was at the temple."

"Nothings wrong my heart," Gale started, flicking a mage hand to help undo the laces of Gum's boots. "I forgot to tell you today is Fey Day. A lot of the city will be dressing up soon if they haven't already."

"Dressing up for what?" Removing the chest plate, Gum was beginning to feel a sense of Deja vu wash over him.

"We have invitation to attend a masquerade tonight for the holiday. We still have plenty of time to get ready, but I'm afraid without Astarion's help I won't have anything that will fit someone of your stature, and with all the shops closed-"

"The whole city is closed again?"

"Of course, everyone will be dressed either for the party tonight or as a fey to gain access without invitation." The answer was so simple, as if common knowledge. Perhaps it was common knowledge to someone who's been born and raised within the city limits, but this was Gum's first year in Waterdeep not to mention his first real interactions with holidays as a yearly concept.

Watching the gears turn in his partners head, Gale kissed over the spots on either of Gum's cheeks before undoing the sash around his partner's waist.

"I must say, I am very much looking forwards to see you all dressed up, provided Astarion can work his magic on such short notice."

Another day of play on the calendar for this month, Gum filed the information away carefully in his mind, truly baffled by how eager the city seemed to close its doors at the promise of some recreation.

---

Not two days later the city was closed yet again. This time for something called 'Fleetswake'. Thankfully Gale had warned the gith ahead of time, allowing them to both enjoy the suns rays as they lounged in bed far past the usual call of their day to day.

Fleetswake, Gum soon learned, was a maritime festival to celebrate both the sea and the gods associated. Ordinarily, Gum would be excited by the events of this holiday, but as Gale explained the week's worth of events over breakfast, it occurred to the girhyanki that this was not a day long celebration.

"Nine days?"

"Yes, though the festival isn't held until the end," taking a large bite of his breakfast sausage, Gale was misunderstanding his partners confusion once again. "Tho before the festivals there's a Gala-"

"Doesn't anyone in this city work!?" Gum couldn't help but feel exasperated, unable to hide the frustration building in his voice.

"We do, but there's also plenty time dedicated to celebration as well," studying Gum's face, Gale tapped his pointer finger to his chin. "ah, I see what's happening. Do girhyanki celebrate holidays often? I just assumed you had your own schedule of holidays unique to your crèche- ah, or to Tu'narath. I never thought to ask Lae'zel during our travels."

"It was rare that my crèche ever celebrated anything beyond the victory of a well earned battle," Gale knew not to press for details when it came to Gum's crèche, something the gith appreciated immensely. "And in my time spent in Tu'narath I was mostly in hiding, I did not experience any such celebrations. Even if there were, it was nothing that would shut down full operations for days."

Nodding along, Gale listened with interest. "Well, thankfully we are not in Tu'narath, not sure how you'd race boats in the astral after all."

This was going to take some real adjusting to, Gum soon realized.

[benedettabeby]

OK OK I DID IT. I wrote something,idk why,idk who wanted it (nobody) but here it comes. Tiva present but not really Tiva (it will make sense I promise). I want to thank you @indestinatus cause her prompt list inspired me to try (even if this story isn't about one of them). Sorry for some english mistakes(I don't speak the language as native) and just sorry if the story doesn't make sense 😅 ok, stop talking now here the story:

MEATBALLS AND PAIN AU CHOCOLAT

Tony was cold. No,not cold,freezing. In addition to the artic temperatures of January,Tony forgot his gloves and scarf at home that morning. He would have given anything to be inside one of the multiples pastry shops sipping on a hot cocoa,one with tiny marshmallow. That was impossible,however,as doing that would mean losing sight of *Littlemeatball* and *LankyRicky*, which were the code names for the two suspects he was following.

It was his professionalism and dedication that was keeping him on that park bench with a red nose that could give Rudolph the reindeer a run for its money and chattering teeth. From that point of view he could see every move of the couple now innocently ice skating,hand in hand, in the middle of the ice rink. The girl,aka Littlemeatball, was the picture of radiance as she laughed to something LankyRicky whispered to her ear. Tony wished he could actually hear what they were talking about but he was too far away so he could only observe their faces mimic and gestures. For example, it was very obvious to his extraordinaire and expert eyes,how LankyRicky was trying to impress the girl by doing some skates tricks he must have practised just for this moment. All the signals were there: cocky smile, muscle flexing,fake humble aura... Tony did it all before(ok maybe he still does). He tried getting close, hiding between the crowd. If he couldn't get close,the data mission was useless,moreover getting closer would assure a faster and more effective intervention if the situation needed it. As he was getting closer,he had to back down when the couple was approaching the ice rink exit. Always laughing the young duo got rid of the skates and headed to the city center,which allowed Tony better camouflage but the same did it to Littlemeatball and LankyRicky. After a ten minutes walk, where DiNozzo was scared he got caught thanks to a shop window reflection and where he had almost lost them when they took a right turn near the McDonald's where a young man playing his guitar created quite a public.

Right now Tony followed the two young partners inside a little café.

"Oh maybe it's finally time for that chocolate!" Tony tought with sheer relief.

While the two sat and started chatting,Tony carefully chose a table that would allow him some control over the situation.

They were planning some sort of a meeting to LankyRicky's beach house,the conversation was starting to get interesting when the waitress rudely interrupted Tony's investigation. Ok,ok,she only asked him his order. But still... now?!

Ordering that hot cocoa resulted in him missing the address of the house and when they decided to meet. Damn. It seemed they were sitting in a comfortable silence now,when suddenly LankyRicky's reached for Littlemeatball's hand across the table. Tony almost fell off his chair trying to see better when his phone rang.

It was the second time someone interrupted him on a key moment.

"Ziva! What? I'm busy" Tony whispered hastily,answering the phone.

"Where are you?" Ziva asked unimpressed

"Uhm. Out"

He was met with a sigh from the other side of the phone

"Tony... Tali sent me a message,she knows you are following her"

Ouch,denial was now the only option

"What? Tali? Following her? I don't even know where she is..."

"She saw you at the park and she is seeing you at the café too"

As she said it,Tony raised his head to glance over the table where the couple was. As she sensed it, Littlemeatball,or better Tali looked right at him before rolling her eyes and turning her attention to her boyfriend.

Tony knew that ninja abilities were hereditary...

"Tony,leave her alone! I know you want to protect her but she's almost 17,she is big and mature enough to create her own life" Ziva's voice reached him through the phone.

Tony knew she was right,but Tali was his little meatball and didn't want to see her getting hurt. He just wanted to be sure nothing bad would happen...

Tali's laughter echoed into the tiny cafè,right before she leaned to kiss the boy's lips. She looked so happy and... in love.It was like Tali aged in front of his eyes.

"Tony...you come home or I need to drag you by the hair on your butt?"

"You're right,there is no need to harm my beautiful butt woman. I'm coming"

"Good boy"

"I know, good boys deserve a prize you know?"

Ziva closed the call with a chuckle:"only if you bring me the pain au Chocolat from where you are. I heard it's the best of Paris"

While he went to pay(and buy a thousand of pain au Chocolat hoping that would calm Ziva and make her forget he actually spied on their daughter), he gave a look at Tali's table only to find it empty. Where was she?

"Richard went to the toilet" his daughter's voice from behind him made him jump

"AAARH. I know I look young but I'm not, you're gonna give me a heart attack"

"Better that than a kick where sun doesn't shine"

"Hey,who educated you?"

"Who educated you?? You believed you were James Bond on a Mission,while following me?"

Tony couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Little meatball... I'm sorry if I... I just wanted to keep an eye on you,I... I know I'm wrong..."

Tali arched an eyebrow,exactly like Ziva did and Tony had to smile at that.

"Very very wrong " he admitted

"Dad...I know you meant no harm but I'm almost an adult now "

"I know... it's just hard. For a parent "

"It's not like I can't defend myself"

"But what if something happens and..."

"IF something happens" Tali stopped him " and I can't handle it,I'll call you or Ima,easy"

And that hit Tony. When he was Tali's age he would never sound so confident that Senior would be there for him and he was sure Ziva could say the same about Eli. Tali, on the other hand, was so calm,so confident in him and Ziva. He felt a rush of pride, they were not perfect but they were able to be better than their parents.

He must have taken a minute too much thinking about it cause Tali tapped his shoulder

"Sorry,you zoomed out....? Isn't that a little early for senile dementia?"

Tony snorted,she inherited Ziva's and his sassiness.

"Funny,really funny...Tali I'm sorry this won't happen again. You're right,it doesn't matter why I did it"

His daughter surprised him by hugging him

"I know why you did it,how you felt... thank you for that...and for stopping it "

He kissed her hair and she took a step away

"I need to go now,I don't want Ricky seeing you're here. Go away,bye bye. Say thanks to Imaa" and she ran to the table where Ricky was returning from the toilet.

He smiled: she was becoming a woman who had to live her first experiences but it didn't change how she would always be his Little meatball,he hoped Richard will treat her right cause otherwise...otherwise Tali would kick him where sun doesn't shine.

He was about to exit when his phone rang,text from "little Meatball": "buy me pain au Chocolat,pls? :3 you owe me"

He laughed

[cloveroctobers]

NAUR CAUSE I LOVE UR FEZ IMAGINES!! VOULD U LIKE MAYBE DO A FEZ X LONG TERM GF OR SUMN- LIKE THEY‘VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OR IDK- AND SHE‘S LIKE SUPER CLOSE TO ASH AND ALL THAT

Backseat — fez x ash x f!reader

Warnings: spoilers from the first episode of season 2, language blah blah blah, nudity, desensitized reactions, death, drugs—you know typical things that euphoria is about lmao

A/N: why thank you 🥲 + this will probably be my last fez content until we get the next episode/more inspiration to go off of. So until then I hope you enjoy this piece. This is also written for @twdbaddie1090 who messaged me with a request revolving around the strip search scene.

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who knew the night before the end of the new year would amount out to this shit?

you were just getting in the house, floral coach bag slipping down to your wrist as you made your way up the stairs, exhausted. Dragging your feet, you lifted your head up just in time to see fucking Ashtray swinging a hammer that connected with Mouse’s forehead before he quickly whipped around, jumping OVER the couch and busted Mouse’s partner, Custer, right in the nose.

“What the fuck? C’mon bro!” Fez yelled as Mouse’s right-hand hollered in pain, now on his knees as he got blood all on the floor.

Your eyes flicked to Ash’s frame as he stood there, motionless, watching the young man hold his face in complete pain. Besides that, the house was pretty quiet until you cleared your throat.

Ash was ready to lunge the hammer at you but you held up a warning finger while Fez quickly turned to you.

“Damn…I thought you were working late tonight, y/n? Isn’t it holiday season?” Fez asked, glancing over at Mouse’s dead body, then back at you.

Inhaling you pulled the blow-pop from your lips waving it around in the air over the guy’s screaming, “I leave retail hell early just to come home to another gotdamn nightmare?!”

“Well, murder wasn’t exactly on my list of plans tonight, ma.” Fez glared at Ash, who was still unbothered and appeared as if he was thinking about taking Custer out behind him too.

You clapped your hands, getting both of your boy’s attention, “I don’t really care for the explanations right now! What I do know is the both of you just made this night longer for all of us.”

Fez clasped his hands in front of him, clenching his jaw as kept sending side eyes to Ash. He didn’t like you going off on him, especially when it resulted in ash’s wrong doing. Don’t get it twisted, none of you fucked with Mouse like that—even Custer but when you’re in a business as dark as this, you deal with slimes like him.

“He was going to be a problem, I eliminated it. You’re all welcome.” Ash finally said something before snapping over his shoulder, “shut the fuck up before you wake our neighbors.”

He started to walk by you while fez rubbed at his beard in disbelief. Before the young dark haired kid could fully get by you, you reached for the back collar of his shirt and dragged him back while he tried to side-swipe you.

“You’re not going anywhere until you clean this mess up.”

Ash’s dark eyes met yours as a usual frown sat in between his brows, “what would you like me to do mom?”

“I don’t like your tone,” you plucked the hammer from his hands, “start with the one you just sent back to hell.”

Ash huffed, “fine, I’ll grab the acid.”

“Acid? Whoa hol’ up can’t we just bury his ass somewhere?” Fez suggested.

You and Ash looked at him as if he had three heads. “Gotta play smarter not harder, babes. I’ll let my uncle flip know to be here ‘round midnight. And ash…make sure you drop your clothes in there too along with this hammer…im holding onto for now.”

Ash dipped his head as he left the both of your sight, most likely to head down to the storage room down at the store. You turned back to Fez who already managed to grab a drying towel from the kitchen to hand to Custer who carefully placed it on his nose.

“Your brother is a fucken psycho!” Custer yelled, before abruptly glancing by your frame to make sure he was out of earshot.

Laughing to yourself you went to the kitchen to drop your bag onto the table. Sitting down, you crossed one foot over the other plucking your trainers off with satisfaction. With the lollipop back in your mouth you shifted it around with your tongue as Fez plopped down in a chair next to you.

Raising a brow at him fez peeked over at you, “I’d give you a kiss right now but I’m kinda shook you might slice my bottom lip off with that dagger in your bag or sum, I know you be on that sick shit too.”

“That’s not on my mind but I’ll definitely add that to the list if you fuck up again.” You warned, making Fez frown at you.

“I fucked up?” Fez placed his hand against his chest and chain.

“You let the kid attack like the living room was on some temple run type shit, fez.”

Fez pulled his head back appalled but found a laugh escaping his nose at the reference, “trust me…I wasn’t expecting that either. I need to light up a j just realizing what happened.”

You hummed sitting in silence so comfortably as if there wasn’t a dead man on the coffee table and another passed out from his nose injury in the corner. Sighing you pushed off the chair as you reached forward, your nails caressing the scar beneath fez’s buzzed hair. He leaned into your touch while taking in your features while you breathed him in.

Of course you knew it wasn’t either of the boys’ fault really, Ash was just doing what he thought was right and protecting his brother. And all fez was trying to do was settle business with honesty along with whatever repercussions mouse had up his sleeve for it. You knew about the deal going down while you were at work, fez made sure to have these when you and rue weren’t around. He didn’t like how mouse had a wandering eye and knew he would put him in the dirt someday if it ever went further…ashtray just beat him to it.

“I’m in the shower, you both know what to do.” You pecked his lips, quickly stepping away before he could latch onto your wrist. You did however shove your lollipop into his ajar lips making fez flinch.

He scrunched up his nose a bit at the flavor, “really? Yo. You know I hate sour apple.”

“And I hate dead and battered people in the living room,” you whisper-yelled before continuing, “we didn’t have strawberry so deal with it.”

All fez could do was shake his head, sucking on the Lolly for a little while before he tossed it in the sink.

Early that morning when your bladder bullied you to go to the bathroom, you spotted ash also up just leaving the said room.

“Fuck,” ash lowered his fist, “I thought Gabriel from malignant was in our house for a second there, y/n.”

You ran your hands over your kinky straight hair still giving a sarcastic pose since you didn’t give a fuck. It was 3 in the morning, who did you need to be cute for right now? “Whatever, still the baddest in the room, the girl from the ring don’t even got shit on me.”

“I guess…” Ash cringed, making you kick your foot out at him in laughter.

You rested your hand against the top of his buzzed head as he made his way pass, “you doing alright?” You questioned.

He tilted his head.

“With the whole crime scene you had in the living room?” You mentioned.

He blinked, “it’s business, don’t make it a thing.”

“I know I know, you’re mr. little grown and everything. Just know I’m here—both of us if it gets to be too much, ya know?”

The slight frown that permanently sat in between his brows seemed to falter just a bit. You could tell he appreciated your concern in that moment, just a little bit.

“Alright, I’m leaving now before you decide you want to hug me or some shit.”

You clutched your chest with one hand reaching out to the boy who quickly backed away, “I LOVE YOU, SON!”

“Aight, now you’re doin’ too much. Bye, Y/N.” He shook his head at you, jogging quickly away from your hands.

Some might blame it on the fact that you were a crack baby or maybe it was just your personality that in fact, did too much. Either way that was a racist fucking myth, truth to be told but that’s another conversation for another time.

You tagged along with Fez, Ash, and Rue to meet Custer—mind you on New Year’s Eve who had to find your boys a new connect. Unfortunately you were stuck in between Rue and Custer’s girlfriend with the overly done lips, Faye. She went to whining about New Years while you were watching a vlog on your phone to getting ready to shoot up.

You learned to tune people out majority of the time but it wasn’t until Rue was nudging you and Faye throwing insults, something along the lines of rue eating the Ginger’s ass for drugs did you realize she already had the needle in her arm.

“Actually I’m the only one that has that privilege but he wasn’t into it so respectfully, shut the fuck up, bitch and do your business silently before I kick you out the car.” Was the last thing you said while Rue was beside you, laughing at your bluntness.

She was so going to ask fez about this later.

Next thing you know, both of the girls were getting yanked out of the car and you were quick to hop over the console to reach for your extra piece that was hidden in the space beside the radio on the passenger side. Once you latched onto your second blade you turned to your right, slicing the long haired blond that tried to snatch you.

You gave a good fight but there were a lot of things that weren’t easy to do in a car, believe that. You sliced, you punched, and kicked but ultimately a blow to your mouth by an elbow was enough to dim your fight just a bit. The dude even dragged you out by your jaw, knowing that your mouth was already bleeding. Why did you expect them to care? This wouldn’t shut you up however.

You spit blood at the back of his feet after he shoved you into the kitchen with everyone else.

“You okay, man?” The older tatted man asked the blond, who fanned up his hand to take a seat at a nearby table, ready to spark up and seemed not to care about the blood dripping down his exposed forearm.

You sat on your knees, cracking your neck a bit with your eyes closed as you swallowed some of the blood, then opened them to meet fez and Ash’s concerned eyes. Slightly you dipped your head to let them know you were fine, pissed off, but fine.

“You come to my muthafuckin’ house…” the man started before he sent a blow right to Custer’s already fucked up nose. You winced, whew! the plastic surgeon was going to have a field day with him, “with a fuckin’ 12 year old, two junkie whores, a bitch dressed like Donna summer, and a motherfucker I don’t know?!”

You peeked down at your outfit and shrugged, you knew you looked the fuck good. It was New Years after all and that wasn’t a insult in your book. Fuck him.

He went on and on before a woman with a soft voice beckoned him over and you let out a small yawn.

“Tired little bitch? I got something in my pants to wake you up if you want it?” The dark haired wannabe hard one said to you as he laughed at his own crude joke.

Tilting your head back you smirked at him, “touch me and you’ll taste your Vienna sausage through your slit throat real quick, bitch.”

He went to lift the butt of his gun at you and you noticed Fez itching to intervene as he cut in, “yo, better watch yourself, you got one more time—

In which he whirled right back around hearing what fez said and laughed as he glanced at the both of you, “you pressed pretty boy? Worried one of your bitches might fuck around with me instead?”

Fez gave him a look from underneath his eyelashes and clenched his fist. Before this could go left any further the guy known as Bruce Sr. Came back into the room.

“All y’all let’s get naked right fuckin’ now.” Bruce ordered and you deeply inhaled while all sorts of emotions washed over everyone else’s faces.

In that moment you tried to turn your emotions off as they dragged Ash out of the room after he was the first to attempt to get undressed, Faye tried to convince them she didn’t have any wires on considering her outfit, and the blond named Mitch? Who was giving you serious Michael Myers vibes approached you with his gun, yanking you up by your faux fur coat.

You’ve been violated before and knew this type of shit came with the territory. Fez kept trying to catch your eyes as if to give you some sort of comfort—since it was obvious none of you were getting out of this.

The meth-head was in your face, forehead pressed to your cheek, “hurry up, get your ass in the nude.”

“I’m wearing a romper dress, can’t just rip it off dumbass.” You muttered, letting your fur coat fall to the floor.

He breathed on, “how about I use your knife on you like you used on me to get it off for us then, huh?”

“And like I said to your brother over there, if you touch me it’s going to be a problem. I promise you.” You warned, meeting his dead eyes.

He held your stare and laughed at you, stepping back to get a good look at you. Of course the two sleazy men in the room would get off by seeing the only other girls in the room like this. You just wished you could get your hands on your dagger, it would only take you minutes to handle but you didn’t want to screw this up for fez and ash.

Thankfully you were able to keep your panties on which consisted of a high-cut thong and your top half in pasties so you weren’t completely in the nude but you might as well be. Your eyes burned into the blond who circled around you which made your skin crawl in pure disgust.

You felt your fingers twitching but you seemed to brush off of his eyes the minute Bruce Sr. Dragged rue away from both you and Fez’s sight. She still had her clothes on and you knew that would piss fez off later simply because he cared.

This further didn’t sit right with you when you heard the shower running and the man faintly screaming at rue. Again, your fingers twitched as you kept shooting looks at a very naked fez who carefully shook his head at you.

Basically, ‘don’t do any dumb shit, y/n.’

You exhaled through your nose twisting your neck around, counting the seconds until he brought rue back. When he did she looked okay, drenched but okay nonetheless.

Finally or rather supposedly, the new connect that Custer wanted Fez to meet, granted you all with her presence as she eyed you all; a little confused.

“Where’s mouse?“ she asked after Custer introduced her to fez.

‘Dead as he should be.’ You thought to yourself with a minor shrug.

Fez said his peace to the woman who agreed to have a conversation with him privately. You watched his surroundings as he slipped on his drawers, then left the room and began reaching for your lavender coat.

Mitch pointed his gun down at the coat blocking you from grabbing it, “uh, who said to get dressed?”

“Your mommy did when she walked out of the room, dummy. Pay attention.” You shoved the gun away as he glared at you.

“I should put a bullet in you.” He warned.

You raised your brows holding your hands out as you gave a twirl, “let me know when you find a empty spot, asshole.”

And that’s when his eyes scanned the markings on your body. He turned to the brunette boy in the room, “bitch is crazy.”

“And y’all aren’t as hard as you think. Leave us all alone while the big bosses have a conversation, think you can do that?” You asked while Faye smirked at them.

Snatching your coat off the ground, you shoved the blond out of your way to place it on the counter before you grabbed your romper corset dress.

“…And the diva?” Laurie had her eyes on you as fez briefly looked over at you, snapping at the two boys with guns in the room.

Fez puffed out a laugh, “that’s all love right there. My whole heart. Keeps us all in check.”

Laurie noticed the twinkle in the ginger’s blue eyes, “it’s a given with women like us, remember that. Keep her close.”

“Heard you.”

And with that, the deal was sealed with two stacks and a suitcase full of drugs.

“What was the fucking dude with the long hair and the fucking gun? What was his deal?” Rue was the only one rambling in the car behind fez in the backseat, “that was a fucking look wasn’t it? He seemed infatuated with you, y/n. I’m just sayin’!”

Keeping your arms folded in front of you, you rested your head against the headrest as you mumbled, “if I wanted to date a meth-head he still wouldn’t be my first choice.”

Rue laughed, “ooo sis, I completely understand. I wouldn’t want that either if you know—

“And that lady? Let me tell you, she’s fucking gangster!” She continued, “they all work for her.”

Everyone in the car was just waiting for the girl to be quiet at this point but she wasn’t taking the hint.

“Aye, why you actin’ like that shit was fun, rue?” Fez drawled with anger in his voice, “for real you’re pissin’ me off. Actin’ dumb as fuck right now! Goddamn, all smilin’ and laughin’ n shit.”

Turning your eyes into slits you could clearly see rue doing just that with her face slightly turned towards the window. You reached over and poked her ribs which evoked a slap box fight between the two of you.

“AYE!” Fez called out sitting up straight in his laid back seat, “and don’t get me started on your ass, y/n.”

Scrunching up your face you asked, “started on who? What did I do? Please tell me, I like to tussle.”

“That mouth. I told you that before,” Fez glared back at you before switching lanes then turning back around leaving ash to smugly smile at you and you were ready to give him a slap too, “and both of you combined? Actin’ stupid and fucking around.”

“Sorry!” Rue called out around her laughs.

You popped your lips reaching for your fallen purse in search of your lipgloss, “I ain’t apologizing for shit. I feel like I didn’t do anything wrong. And I don’t have to take no dude’s shit, especially from two idiots with guns that probably can’t even count to ten.”

Rue and Ash both snorted at that but that just made Fez tighten his hold on the steering wheel. He turned the radio back on, hoping rue wouldn’t sing along this time but he needed to calm down dealing with you two.

“Question, are we still going to the party?” Rue wondered.

Fez gritted, “be quiet, yo.”

Which led you all to the New Year’s Eve party of the night. Most of you all went your separate ways for a little while, you were doing most of the mingling chatting with randoms to hanging out with Jules and Kat for a few moments until Jules kept asking about rue and you rightfully so had to slide. You passed Maddy banging on the bathroom door and headed out to the dance floor for awhile with your new drink.

Sooner than later you found yourself right next to fez, legs thrown over his lap as he smoked one.

“My feet hurt.” You whined pressed your head into his side.

“Nothing to do wit me, I told you not to wear those bratz looking shoes.” He replied, resting his large hand against the bottom half of your leg.

You rolled your eyes pulling your head back, “don’t be mean, you had no issue when I modeled them for you the other day.”

“That’s because my mind was envisioning the bigger picture,” he laughed to himself while you took your fingers and lightly mushed his head back.

Humming you placed your head on his shoulder finding yourself comfortable as ever. Fez was usually always like this at parties, if he wasn’t talking business he was lounging and smoking. You couldn’t get him out on the dance floor but he would take a lap dance if you gave him one. However the course of events tonight didn’t bother you that much if fez just wanted to chill (for right now) so you rested comfortably beside him.

“We made your blood pressure go up tonight huh?” A grin was playing on your lips.

Annoyance wiped over fez’s features again, “we don’t even got to go back there, ma. We’re enjoying the party.”

“Alright fine, I still wasn’t saying sorry anyways.” You lightly argued, rolling your neck but not moving it from his shoulder.

“Take your stubborn ass to sleep, bro. Look at you sleepy at a New Year’s Eve party, what you say to me the other day about the sweater online I wanted to cop? It’s giving senior citizen.” He mocked your voice making you bust out laughing.

You lifted your head once more, “kiss me awake then, grandpa.”

He thought about denying it and telling you to wait but he had other plans when the clock struck twelve. And so he gave you what you wanted with a kiss to your forehead first then another one to your lips.

[tounacasserole]

hey! i hope that you're doing well and that you're looking after yourself :)

i was wondering if i could get wakasa x reader headcanons where reader is diagnosed with depression and they have no motivation to look after themselves, so they just stay in bed for days. wakasa looks after them, physically and mentally, and he makes them feel loved. vry fluffy. if you need more specifics, please message me !

idk why i thought of this but ok- defo not pushing irl onto this

feel free to ignore this if u don't wanna write this

-ray :] 🐟

DUST BUNNIES

wakasa helps you deal with life and its turmoils. gn!reader.

warnings: themes and descriptions of mental health issues (depression), hurt/comfort, mentions of food, not proofread, title is kind of misleading, one mention of dust bunnies is at the ending and that's it, my poor grammar, cursing

requested by: @raysano!

word count: 583

notes: RAYYY HI i hope you're good and taking care of yourself as well :) ty for requesting i love writing doting waka

life isn't perfect—wakasa knows that all too well.

so given your recent diagnosis, he pays closer attention to you and any second of his spare time is dedicated to you. he’s nurturing and patient like how he always is, uncaring for the schedule he had planned for the day when he woke to the sight of you next to him, staring up like you could burn a hole through the neighbours’ floor above you with still, bleak eyes.

“i’m here, sweetheart,” he assures you, over and over as he envelops you in the warmth of his arms to shield you from your own thoughts that were swallowing you with a gaping, ravenous maw. “i’m here.”

wakasa almost never calls you by anything else that wasn't a royal title or something relevant to that because he always makes you feel like royalty when he’s with you despite how busy he may seem. after all, royalty deserves the best. but you were more than just a figurehead on a throne: you’re his partner, the love of his life. and he’s your partner too, the love of your life—not a loyal subject to do your bidding.

so when he calls you a different affectionate term, he knows it makes you feel extra loved in his arms while humming softly, spending an extra hour or two in bed than you both normally would because one; morning snuggles are a must, and two; fuck normal morning routines.

when he begrudgingly rises out of bed to go make brunch even with his unkempt bedhead, he’ll request for you to change into one of his larger shirts folded on the dresser. plain white, with the faint smell of him and his cologne because he knows it reminds you of him—a small reminder that he’s there, he’s real, and he’s here for you.

wakasa smiles warmly at you upon seeing you in his shirt, scrolling idly on your phone when he brings you your favourite breakfast food on a tray as your eyes widen slightly at his return with a homecooked meal. that’s the spark he always loves.

when you both are finished eating, he’ll ask if you want to go out for a bit because some fresh air does good for the soul—if you do, he’ll take you around the block hand in hand, chatting idly about mundane, everyday topics and maybe stop by the small pet store down the road to really bring out the sheen within your dusty soul.

but if you don't want to go out, you both stay inside and he brings you out to the living room. he understands your decision, and draws the curtains to let in a few specs of sunlight to do some small crafts—embroidery, painting, whatever you feel like—with your favourite show or playlist playing in the background, anything to preoccupy your mind.

oftentimes you ask if he had anything planned for today, sometimes to which he’ll say yes but quickly add that any plans for the day were more important than you, even if you don't believe that to be true.

before you can even think it, wakasa will always, always reassure you that you are never a burden on him as he caresses your face—he chose to stick with you, he wants to stay with you, and being there for you just to see a smile creep out from your teeth is worth the trouble, because nothing is ever perfect in a world of dents, cracks, and dust bunnies.

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[aminiatureworld]

Disappearance II

Character: Albedo, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,149

Warnings: None

Premise: In which there is an argument and the reader disappears.

Author’s Note: Idk why I’ve characterized Albedo as a slob twice now. I guess I just think he’s the kind of person to become so engrossed in his research he just, never takes care of himself or his surroundings.

Also this was supposed to be two people but I procrastinated terribly so… here we are haha. Part three tomorrow.

Albedo

It was the third time this week that you had managed to spill his lab notes all over the floor, and frankly Albedo wasn’t sure if he could deal with it any longer.

“You’ve got a lot of papers strewn around,” you said, tone light and joking as you crouched to gather all the papers up.

“You’re the one that keeps bumping into things,” Albedo mumbled, crouching next to you to make sure that you put things back in order.

Seeing that you were putting things together haphazardly he snatched up the papers, frowning slightly as he went through the papers. Honestly, how could you mess up his system so much? As much as Albedo appreciated your interest in his work you were a Knight of Favonius, not a scientist, and as such your visits seemed to cause havoc more than anything else.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked, exasperation creeping into your tone.

“No.”

“Are you sure? You seem, stressed. If you want I could pick up the papers on the tables and organize.”

“Don’t!”

“Albedo?” You leaned back slightly, as if surprised. For some reason that only made the alchemist more irritated.

“If you do that, you’ll just be creating more work for me. I’m very busy right now, I don’t have time to go back and fix your mistakes.”

“Mistakes?”

“It’s already enough that you keep spilling things all over the ground.”

“It’s not my fault that you leave your papers everywhere without even trying to keep them organized.”

“They are organized!”

“Well they certainly don’t look organized to me.”

“You just don’t understand. Besides, I’ve managed not to knock everything over.”

“You know, you’re insufferable when you get like this.”

“I’m not any different than usual.”

“I hope you don’t really think that,” you replied, tone clipped.

Standing up you turned towards the door. Though Albedo made a half-hearted call of your name you didn’t react, simply walking out of the room and slamming the door as hard as possible behind you.

Albedo didn’t even think of you the rest of the afternoon. Anger iced over his slight worry, replacing it with a burning sense of resentment. Your sudden departure stung, and, though it was admittedly childish, Albedo found himself determined not to worry about you.

Besides, you were simply an obstacle to his research at this point. Maybe it was better if you went off to cool your head somewhere, then he could finish up his work. That was what usually happened with other people anyways. Apprentices, clients, the occasional wandering alchemist; they all fluttered around him until he couldn’t stand it and then when they inevitably got fed up he’d finish his work. His relationship with you was still new, and though he couldn’t say that you were the same as all those people in his eyes, he really had no reason to think you would react in a different way.

The sun had gone down long before Albedo finally locked up for the night. It had taken him a good forty minutes to reorganize everything that had fallen, though admittedly most of that time was spent in angry silence. Now as Albedo walked down the streets, still busy with night activity, he wondered what might happen when he got home. He certainly wasn’t ready to apologize, even if his tone was a bit curt his words weren’t wrong; but he couldn’t exactly see you apologizing either. It was bound to be a tense evening. One Albedo was certainly not looking forward too.

All the lights were off in the apartment, something that struck Albedo as odd. Walking towards the kitchen he found a piece of paper crumpled up on the kitchen floor, though when he uncrumpled the paper he was met with eraser marks. Letting out a huff of impatience Albedo went to put some water on the stove. So this is how the evening was going to pass; you presumably at a friend’s house, Albedo in stony silence.

“How petty,” Albedo murmured.

He didn’t expect such a show of emotions from you, having come to the conclusion that you were quite the rational sort. Really, this was all too much. He had been in the right after all, even if he had been a bit cold about it. There was no reason to react in such a way. It was this mindset that carried Albedo through the rest of the evening and off to sleep. After all, it was better than the kernel of doubt that rested in the back of his head, that told him he was the one being callous.

You didn’t show up at the apartment or the lab the next day. Albedo buckled down to work, but by midday the irritation and anger that he’d been holding over were replaced by a deep sense of unease. Hurrying home after work he felt panic shoot through him at the sight of your home empty, nothing suggesting anyone had been there in the time he was at work.

It took all of Albedo’s willpower not to run out the door and go look for you. All the anger and irritation he had felt had been thrown out the window, replaced instead with an intense feeling of worry, and of the realization that his actions might bear actual consequences.

Tossing and turning in bed Albedo stared up at the empty ceiling. He had been certain he was in the right, even this morning. You were clumsy, you had been inconsiderate of his work, you were simply stubborn and petty. Now however he replayed your argument, your fight, over and over again. The more he did so the more he became aware of how harshly he’d acted; the more he wished you would simply appear in front of him so he could apologize. He wanted to go after you, wanted to let you know that he genuinely felt bad. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so, to go after you. After all, what if you didn’t want to see him? What if he just made things worse? Once more turning in bed Albedo sighed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d see you again. Tomorrow he’d make things better.

There was no sight of you tomorrow either. Albedo stood in his lab in stunned silence, heart hammering in his chest as he contemplated what this could possibly mean. Was this it then? Had he messed up that badly?

Staring around him Albedo noticed all the papers scattered this way and that on the tables and the desks. Seized by a sudden urge he scooped them all up, carrying them over to where he kept his files. A part of him jeered that it was too little too late, but still the alchemist didn’t stop until everything was filed away properly. Turning around to look at his desk he collected the dirty mugs and discarded equipment, putting them in the sink before turning around to pick through the no longer needed papers that still lay sprawled around the room. He didn’t stop for lunch, nor did he go to start back up on the experiment he was currently working on. Instead he kept picking up and putting away and rearranging. It was almost a ritual of some sort, and though it brought little relief, at least it finally brought distraction.

Still that distraction was shattered the minute Albedo stepped outside. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, and the people of Mondstadt were still wandering around, enjoy the cool summer evening. Staring at the people around him, their eyes filled either with purpose or contentment, Albedo realized he couldn’t go home. He couldn’t face the empty apartment again. He thought that his anger would last longer, that he might go a week before feeling as if he burning from the inside out; but now he knew that that had been an arrogant, if somewhat funny, assumption. Turning away from the familiar path home he climbed up the steps of Mondstadt. He knew where he needed to go.

Walking up to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters Albedo was met with the sight of Eula, arms firmly crossed in front of her, faced even colder than usual. Hurrying over to your higher-up Albedo felt uncertainty bloom in his chest. Someone this seemed to bode ill.

“Eula?”

“Ah, the Head Alchemist. What do you wish to say to me?”

“Have you seen my partner?” Albedo paused, somewhat unwilling to reveal what had happened. “They haven’t been home for days, and I wondered if you knew where they might be staying.”

The look on Eula’s face was one of pure disbelief. “You, you don’t know what happened?” Her face shadowed over and she seemed to pull herself up. “If I were your partner, I would declare eternal vengeance for your idiocy. I don’t know what you’ve been doing Head Alchemist, but while you were off doing whatever it is you do, your partner was languishing underground.”

Albedo froze, unsure if he’d truly heard Eula right. The Knight tended to be quite flowery after all with her words. Perhaps this was just a metaphor he couldn’t understand.

“I see that it still hasn’t gotten through your head what happened.” Eula sighed, relaxing slightly. “I sent them off to monitor a few Fatui members, as it seems a group had made their way out of Dragonspine and into Windwail. While doing so they attempted to hide in a small crack in the mountains, but there was a steep drop after that onto the next shelf. Thankfully Amber had also been ordered to scout there, or else who knows how long it might have took to realize they were stuck. I just got the report from them, thankfully there was no lasting trauma.”

“W-where are they?”

“At home I presume. Aren’t you their partner?” Eula tilted her head. “Really, perhaps she should declare a need for vengeance.” And with that the Spindrift Knight walked into the Headquarters, leaving Albedo reeling on the step, heart thudding as if he’d just run a hundred miles.

Albedo practically fell down the steps of Mondstadt, so desperate was he to find you, to make sure you were okay. Eula had said that there was no lasting trauma, but what that meant Albedo was completely unsure of. Had you broken anything? Had you been deprived of oxygen? These thoughts catapulted through Albedo’s brain, constricting his lungs and plunging him into a roil of incoherent emotions.

The sight of you standing in front of his lab cause Albedo to stop in his tracks. For a moment the alchemist was overwhelmed by his emotions, switching between dizzying euphoria, terrible guilt, and unending worry. He took a step forward, then another, walking slowly down the stairs, as if in fear that you might disappear or turn away. However instead of turning away when he reached the end of the steps and made his way towards the fountain you let out a sort of shudder, running towards him and throwing your arms around his neck. Albedo wrapped his arms around you in turn, feeling slightly overwhelmed from the sudden proximity, the sudden feeling of once more being able to feel your skin against his. Letting his head drop onto your shoulder Albedo breathed in deeply, centering himself with your presence, grounding himself in the knowledge that the agony of the previous days was finally over.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“For what?” You whispered back.

“For not listening to you, for blaming you, for being cruel.”

“I’m also sorry.”

“Why? I was in the wrong.”

“Well, I just went off without telling you where I was going. I was going to write a note, but I was so angry I erased it.” You tightened your grasp around Albedo. “I wish I could’ve seen into the future. I never would have done something like that.”

“I don’t care about that,” Albedo ran small circles around the small of your back. “I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“No. I’m sorry for not being there, for not being able to help you; for doing nothing while you…” he stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

Pulling back for a moment you cupped Albedo’s face in your palms, studying his expression. Finally you bent over to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, breath mingling with his.

Albedo leaned into to kiss you once more, finding that his emotions were blocking out any words he might have been able to say. Everything seemed so surreal, as if he’d been stuck in some awful nightmare that only now faded away. And yet this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality; and Albedo would have to remember that.

For now though, he only wanted to wipe all the fear and conflict away.

[llamakenma]

hi!can you write about cheating haikyuu boys?idk if you write about cheating it's okay if you don't it!incase if you do it Thank you…Thank you…(´人｀●)SOOOOO━━＼(´∀｀●)／━━MUCH!!

haikyuu boys cheating on you

(oikawa tooru | semi eita)

so instead of long fics, i decided to write particular short scenarios with them! hope you enjoy it (though it's kinda rusty djlfkaldsfkn) :DD and happy birthday to the best boi aka oikawa tooru.

oikawa tooru

-"it's okay y/n-chan, we're just going to grab a drink."

-that was the last phrase he had uttered to you as he left the house, you words of concern nothing more than mere dust he shrugged off.

-the team had won the olympics just recently, and they had decided it was time for celebration, so they ventured out to party at a famous club downtown, saying that they should treat themselves.

-you were okay with oikawa going to the club, after all, you had been with him for more than enough years to have a deep trust in him.

-yet you were starting to sit on the edge when he was still not back by midnight, your sense itching to call him despite him telling you not to wait up for him.

-"where are you tooru?" you sent a message, in hopes that he would at least respond with a "i'm okay."

-you fell asleep on the couch not long after, your eyes giving out though you very much wish to wait up for him.

-you jolted up at the slight slam of the door, your unconscious checking the clock to see the hour handle at four.

"tooru? is that you?"

"hey y/n, yea it's me."

-you shrugged off his cold tone, simply thinking that he overexerted himself with the drinks, considering how late he came back.

-that was, until you saw the red scratches and hickeys scattered on his back when he was changing. you were more than sure it wasn't your action after all, he had been busy for a long time.

"tooru? did you.. did you sleep with someone?"

-he visibly froze up, suddenly stopping his actions, before proceeding like it was nothing.

"so?"

-"so?" really? that was his response to the matter? not only did he confirm his doings but he also shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"tooru!" "what y/n? what if i sleep with another person? what exactly have you done to please me these days? it's not my fault that you were not enough."

"not enough?" you scoffed, "what about you? you are not even home nowadays! and even on your rest days you kept practising, and now? it's the first time we would've spent time together but you went out! how can i please you when you are not even with me tooru!"

he grunted, mumbling under his breath, "well maybe you could've tried harder."

"try harder?" you questioned, "haven't the thought of trying in a relationship comes from both sides? what's the use when I'm the only one trying tooru... i thought we were constant with what we have, but i guess i was just wrong.

"oh come on y/n, who would be constant with having you as their partner."

-that was a harsh blow, especially when he had showered you with nothing but compliments and told you how happy he was to be with you... but people change, right?

"leave tooru. don't even think about stepping into this place again."

"don't be fking selfish y/n, this is also my house."

"okay then, i will leave."

-you gathered your things as quickly as you could, holding back the tears that were forcing their way out, one by one.

"can't you do it faster? i need to sleep."

-a intense burst of pain suddenly flashed in your heart, your tears blurring your sight even more as your trembling hands tried to quicken the pace.

-the oikawa tooru you knew and loved for a long time was way different from the person that was leaning on the door frame, watching you pack your bags.

-turning around, you walked past oikawa, trying not to taint yourself with any of his warmth, knowing that you will break down at his touch.

-mustering your last strength, as you wiped your tears, you turned towards oikawa with a meek smile.

"well, i guess this is goodbye tooru."

-it didn't fully hit oikawa on what happened until he woke up to the feeling of emptiness beside him, sunlight warming the place as your substitute.

-he couldn't fully remember what had happened the past night, yet it was clear when he couldn't find any of your things as he rummaged through the apartment.

-that is, apart from a piece of paper with a polaroid on it.

-it was a picture of you and him goofing around at an amusement park, a piece of cotton candy above his lips with you trying to steal it. the ferris wheel stood mighty and tall in the background, contrasting against the soft skies of velvety warmth. it was on his birthday, exactly one year ago, when you were still in his reach.

-unfolding the paper, he read the words that confirmed his suspicions:

"thank you for the memories tooru, i loved you."

-what has he done...

semi eita

"don't mind the rumors, baby. the paparazzi are always looking for useless news."

"i know emi. it just bothers me sometimes you know."

-he leaned down to give you a peck on your cheek, slightly massaging your shoulders as an act of comfort.

"i gotta go now okay? we have late-night practice today."

"okay, stay safe."

-you glanced at the time, your phone signaling that it was already 7 at night. you sighed, semi had more frequent late-night practices these few months, and though you were unsure on just why the band practices only late at night.

-you decided to text your best friend, who also happened to be on the band, hoping to wish them a stroke of good luck on today's practice and ask them if it would be okay for you to drop by to surprise semi.

you: hey how long is your band practice going to be tonight?

them: band practice? we don't have one today?

you: but semi just left, telling me that he had practice.

them: he probably got the wrong date, we only have late practices on friday.

you: oh okay then, thanks.

-friday? you pondered, only friday? yet semi has been going out for at least 4 nights every week, giving the excuse that it was band practice.

-a notification popped up on your screen, the same account on twitter that follows semi around, starting rumors about him.

"singer semi eita spotted at xx, with singer ~~."

-you turned off your phone, closing your eyes before telling yourself that it was not him, or at least it wasn't what rumors stated that it was. it was the same singer again, the one that has been rumored to be dating him since about two months ago.

-you knew semi better, he wouldn't do this to you. he told you himself that the rumors were nothing but trash. he wouldn't lie to you... but you were quite uncertain after figuring out the schedule of the band practices.

-you wished to stay still and lie to yourself that everything was okay. semi is still faithful to you and your relationship with him had nothing to worry about.

-but your curiosity to know about the truth pestered you, forcing you to depart to that location and confirm everything with your own eyes: and perhaps prove yourself wrong about semi.

-you arrived there not long after, your heart pounding like drums in your chest, as you could only wish that whatever he was doing was not what you think.

-alas, you shouldn’t have believed his lies, you shouldn’t have believed his sugarcoated words that dragged you away from reality. you shouldn’t have believed him.

-under the lamppost that flickered like a firefly, on the bench where you and him would have lunch in college, sat him with another person in his arms, sharing a kiss so passionate anyone would think he was head over heels for them. perhaps he is.

-you knew you had to confront him there and then. there was just no use in waiting longer, and perhaps you should also reveal to the mistress that he was two timing- maybe you were the mistress- seeing as he didn’t mind the pictures of him and them floating around on the internet.

-just as you were preparing to approach them, semi met your eyes, panic quickly settling in them as he ran towards you.

“y/n!”

“semi.”

“it wasn’t what you think y/n. it was just a dare.”

“and? you were walking around doing a dare that involves kissing while you were in a relationship? come up with a better excuse semi-san. let’s break up.”

“wait y/n, please.. it’s my fault please y/n don’t leave me, i need you. are you going to throw away our relationship just like this?”

“you should’ve asked that to yourself when you cheated on me semi-san.”

-you could see the frustration in his eyes as he tried to find another excuse to not make you leave, yet your anger and sadness grew with every passing second.

“let go of my hand semi… please. please just don’t lie to me anymore, i’m tired of believing your words semi, so tired of being someone you could convince with some measly words.”

-tears started to flow down your cheeks, both from great frustration and sadness. you knew you should be mad at semi, you should be yelling at him and telling him just how much he had stomped over your heart, threw it away into the dumpsters like it was nothing. but you couldn’t, you were weak to the person in front of you, and as of now, you were only trying to muster up the only words you could find.

-semi knew he was being selfish, he knew he had messed things up since the moment he held another person that wasn’t you in his arms.

-then why didn’t he stop?

-what in his right mind made him think that it was okay to cheat on you: his precious you. and it pained him to see the tears flowing down on your face, yet it was caused by him, it was his actions and lies that made you feel less than you are.

-he sighed, there was no use in persuading you otherwise, he would only further hurt you and at the moment, that was the last thing he longed for.

“I’m sorry y/n, and if it will make you happy then okay, let’s break up.”

-you wiggled your hand out of his grip, wiping your tears so that he would not see them any longer.

“thank you semi, i hope you will cherish them unlike with me.”

-as you turned away, you had never felt more out of reach from semi eita than you were now, yet at the same time he had never wished for you to be with him more.

you only know you love her when you let her go~

[kuroos-moon]

Captains and Strong Independent S/o’s

☁︎︎ request:  Oikawa, Kuroo and either Bokuto or Ushijima (I cant choose!) reacting to a (fem or g/n) reader who does some type of martial art and they’re kinda tough/strong and (maybe they’re the team manager and they don’t take no shit) and the captains kinda crush on them for it? (I like to imagine Oikawa having a tough gf who stops Iwa from being mean to him and jokingly threatens Iwa that if he wants to hurt Tohru he has to go through her

☁︎︎ pairing: oikawa x reader, kuroo x reader, ushijima x reader

☁︎︎ warning/s: swearing, felt a bit of angst while writing for ushijima’s idk why tho it might just be my imagination :> 

☁︎︎ a/n: also dont know if it’s obvious but i kinda got carried away with ushijima’s 

Oikawa Tohru

• is a smug little shit every time you’re with him or in the same room at least 

• like,, he could piss Iwa-chan off to death and he won’t get hurt for it? now this is what he calls power

• sincerely loves and adores you, but at first, he kinda got sad that you’re so self-sufficient, you practically don’t need him 

• but he’s now long accepted that you’re just so you… and in your relationship, it’s you who does the protecting and looking out by a whole lot (ofc it doesn’t mean he loves you less) 

• that’s why he gets so so soft when he gets his turn in being the person who’s leaned on

• as their manager, he loves how you get things done so effectively, even Kyotani bows down to you, as he should—he always says in his head, smiling as he looks at the feral boy getting flustered around you  

• he listens to you all the time and we all know Tohru backing down is so rare 

“Oy, you’re overdoing it, let’s go.” 

“Head home without me, Iwa-chan,” he mutters mindlessly as he screws up another serve, a scowl on his face as he bends down to get another ball; but he freezes at an instant upon Iwaizumi’s words—no, Iwaizumi’s threat.

“Suit yourself, I’ll call y/n.” 

Oikawa has never changed stance so quickly in his life, cleaning up the gym as he sends smiles to his best friend’s way every five seconds, hoping he won’t tell on him on his cute but scary girl who could easily kick him unconscious. 

• he uses your name to threaten anyone who wants to cross him and they will back down immediately

• also likes to show off because he knows you treasure him so much; he likes to be babied by you especially in front of others 

“y/n-chan c’mere,” he softly says, whining a bit. The rest of his team look at the both of you in astonishment as you take the captain in your arms, Tohru’s cheek on your shoulder, looking back at the bewildered look on his teammate’s faces while you sit side by side on the bench. 

They could never get used to someone as tough as you having such the softest spot for Shittykawa… like how could you even stand him? 

“Really tired,” he mumbles, a small smile on his lips when you run your fingers through his hair. “I know, you were great as always, let’s head home so you could rest.” 

“Y/n-chan, today, Iwa-chan hit my head when you were out to get water. It really hurt,” he says, still in your embrace as he smirks at his teammates. 

Their mouths fall open, Iwaizumi’s eye twitching in irritation for his shitty best friend. 

“And Maki-chan…” Hanamaki grits his teeth, looking at him pleadingly in panic as his mind runs through everything he did today, wondering what he could’ve done to your beloved. “He ate my milk bread; I was really hungry.” 

Yup, Maki and Iwaizumi knew there was hell to pay, gulping in unison when you pull away from your boyfriend and narrow your eyes at them. 

“Iwa-chan. I thought we agreed you weren’t hitting Tohru again.” 

A chill runs down his spine, Tohru simply looks at you with pride, pulling you into his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist before you get the chance to throw hands at Iwaizumi.

Kuroo Tetsuro

• loves loves LOVES your remarks, your attitude, the way you take no crap from anyone, like “ah, he’s scared shitless, that’s my girl” 

• dw, you’re not a thug or anything, but men who force their feelings on you will see heaven’s gates early 

• and kuroo’s so pleased about it. sure, he’d love to get the chance to act all cool and brooding and possessive in front of other suitors but what’s more fun is watching their dejected faces as you say—

• “how many times do I have to turn you down? I have my tetsuro, now back the fuck off or I’ll break your nose.” 

• you had no idea he was just outside your classroom waiting for you, arms crossed and a cocky grin stretching his lips when you lock eyes with him

• “chibi-chan!” he calls off cheerily, and you bet he’ll tease you about it til death do you part 

• “don’t just stand there, give your tetsuro a hug!” 

• laughs about how your friendly banters with yamamoto always end up with you winning the argument 

• you rub off as mean bc you won’t take any disrespect, even a little—and that’s great

• those are one of the things he loves about you 

• but he’s always worried you might get hurt or hated for it, though he knows you are very much capable of beating anyone up even kuroo himself

• so he’s always holding you back, and I can’t stress this enough, but this man knows you could fend for yourself and he is so proud you’re his partner 

• he just wants to make certain that no one’ll hurt you, okay kitten? 

• your conversations often go like this: 

“I’ll beat up whoever tries to lay a hand on me.” 

“don’t say such reckless things, you’re not superman.”

“uhuh, geez, I’ll be fine, I don’t need you to walk me home.” 

“well news flash, your tetsuro, needs his y/n to walk him ho—ow,” he mutters when you slap his chest. 

“go home with kenma.”

“I don’t want kenma,” he scowls, already irked that this is turning into an argument.

“too bad,” you deadpan.  

“ugh,” he groans, “imagine a girlfriend who actually listens to you, just imagine.” 

• he is the one and only person you’ll gladly accept lectures from, bc his lectures are always reasonable and for your own good

after checking and verifying that you were completely okay, you knew he was about to go down to business. 

“you got into a fight? What are you? a thug?” he crosses his arms. You were both inside the gym along with the rest of his teammates who looked like they were far too preoccupied to listen. They were all clearly listening in though, except Kenma of course.  

watching your figures from a few feet away, it was obvious that he was scolding you, and Lev already had a ridiculous visualization of you hitting Kuroo. Everyone was worried you’ll fight him, or maybe even hit him, well, everyone except Kenma, of course. 

The setter knew that you would never ever lay a hand on kuroo as if the 6’1 captain was fragile. He also knew that you loved and respected kuroo too much to actually get agitated just because he was scolding you, you aren’t an unreasonable person. Lastly, he knew that kuroo would be going soft on you in five minutes tops, his best friend is hopeless like that. 

Kenma was right, he always is. Your back is glued to the wall behind you, Kuroo’s hand beside your head, his face extremely close to yours that you’re left flustered which is rare. 

After you were rambling on about how you had to put that girl in her place, going off about how it made you so mad and he should cut you some slack, he knew just how to shut you up. And it worked. You’re speechless. 

“what was that again, hm? go on, you surely had a lot to say,” he mutters, acting all tough as if he wasn’t dying to just kiss you now. when you don’t respond and stare at him and his lips instead, he already gives in. yes, just like that. “you were wrong to do that, okay?” he breathes, the worry from earlier on making its way out through his voice. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” 

Locking lips with you, you pull him closer to yourself, and kuroo had purposely decided to kabedon you on this wall since his broad back would be shielding the two of you from his teammates’ line of sight. 

After pulling away, he pats your head, licking his lips. “I forgive you, I’m not mad anymore.” You look away in embarrassment, realizing how petty you must’ve seemed to him. He sighs before hugging you, chin atop your head. 

“Make this the last time, okay? I swear you’re shortening my lifespan having me worried all the time.” 

You hug him tighter as a response, kuroo letting out a breath of contentment. Regardless of how tough you are outside; you are and always will be his soft little kitten and it was his greatest honor that you allow him to take care of you like this. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

• is probably a little too used to the idea of his most treasured girlfriend being extremely capable and self-sufficient 

• his teammates would always look at him like ‘why are you not stepping in,’ every time you’re in a tough spot i.e. having an argument with someone or having a too-touchy suitor 

• then they’d be like “oh, that’s why,” after you flung the despicable creature out to space 

• he thinks so highly of you, not only are you physically strong, you’re even tougher on the inside too

• this is kinda a given but I’ll say it anyway—he can be unintentionally insensitive (well your relationship is kinda new)

• example no 1: 

you were arguing with goshiki and while he would normally like to ignore you and let you have your way; he was getting annoyed bc the argument was far too petty. 

“I’m gonna surpass him!” 

“and I’m telling you that you ca-

your mouth is clamped with a big hand, and it took you only a second to realize it was Wakatoshi because only he would have the nerve to lay a hand on you like this. he still doesn’t say anything, dragging you with him in an empty hallway for privacy.

finally after you stopped walking, he turns to you and looks at you expectantly. “what was that for? Did you even wash your hand,” you mutter, slightly annoyed. 

“I haven’t touched the ball yet, don’t worry,” he lowly says, making you sulk because he totally missed your point. “still, you didn’t have to make me shut up by clamping your hand against my mouth.” He’s too… not gentle with you sometimes. 

“you were going to say something you shouldn’t to goshiki.”

“he said something he shouldn’t have.” 

he only narrows his eyes at you and you do the same, anyone from your class would’ve been scared at the sight. You were both known as the cutest yet intimidatingly scary couple. 

• you were in the early stages of dating and though you understood each other well, it wasn’t really enough yet

• it’s all good though, because once you tell him that he was too uncaring of you and your feelings he does something that no other man would do: 

• apologize, admit his mistake, reflect on it a lot and,,, actually change!! 

• he’s much softer to you after that, and he finally realizes that you were still his precious girl and you were sensitive when it came to him 

• cursed himself for being too reliant on how you never seemed sensitive or needy

• doesn’t dwell too much on regret, just treats you 100x times better 

• is fascinated with your passion for martial arts but is against you overdoing training

• one time, he was torn between dragging you out of practice or just turning a blind eye to your visible exhaustion since you’re always so tough anyway, you’ll manage 

• but then he remembers his promise to himself to never treat you like you aren’t the most special person to him so he excuses himself from practice and heads to your training room 

you sat alone, your back to the wall. everyone else has gone home but you stayed because your muscles were too sore and you felt like you couldn’t even walk for another day. maybe it had something to do with how you’ve been training too much. 

you’re startled upon seeing shoes on the floor you blankly stared at, looking up to meet eyes with Ushijima. “Wakatoshi,” you say in surprise. 

he is expressionless as he bends down across you between your legs, and you had to admit this was something you weren’t used to from him. “are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft as velvet. you’re taken aback by his question, looking away in embarrassment. 

Wakatoshi rarely asks you that, and most of the time it was only when you said the word ‘ow’ when you accidentally hit something. you clear your throat, bringing your hands together to play with your fingers, “I’m okay.” 

it was silent for a few seconds before you hear him sigh, not only that, warm, gentle hands had found its way to yours and you look at him, bewildered. “is this okay?” he asks, looking down at both your hands and you nod. “your hands are much smaller, compared to mine at least.” he says, but you’re too flustered to even understand that. 

“are other things okay too?” he asks, and like his former statement, you didn’t understand. your silence doesn’t stop him though, he decided to push his luck. tugged gently by your wrist, your back’s no longer pressed to the wall as ushijima wakatoshi pulls you in his arms for the first time in your very few months of dating. 

“wakatoshi,” you mumble, your heart racing so much you’re sure he feels it against his chest. he’s so warm, welcoming, and in his loving hold felt like the rightest place to be. “you’re not feeling okay.”

you don’t respond, opting to bury your face at the crook of his neck instead. “I’m here, I know you’re tired.” 

you both stay in that position for a long time, it was addicting to be cradled in his arms and he felt the same. “y/n,” he whispers, and you hum in response. 

“you’re strong. very strong. you don’t need a man at all.”

your heart skips a beat, “toshi are you breaking up with me?” 

you hear a soft chuckle ring in your ears, “let me finish. as I said, you’re very strong. you look like you’re always so tough. but you’re not, and so…” he trails off, so you pull away to look at him, hesitance evident in his eyes, his palm still pressed at the small of your back. 

“you’re not always strong. in fact if I dare say, you are fragile, and I care about you. so please, allow me to be there for you all the time, I’ll be here, just like now.” 

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@harrysnosebleed: 🎢 harry drabble with “kiss me” prompt >:) || for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Teaching Harry how to dance as an epiphany follows not so far behind. [Dreamy Eyes by Johnny Tillotson]

Words: 0.9k words (953)

Warnings: none, just fluff but let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: ok short works aren’t my specialty idk if this is a blurb or drabble ngl hHAHAHAHA anyway charan wait i just researched it this is a blurb i think sjdjwj either wayyyy hope u like it bb

“what the hell was that?” the champions and their partners had just finished dancing, and she had seen him moving around like a lost little puppy dog. “you know, parvati looked like she was the one leading the dance.”

“it wasn’t,” said harry. “it’s just that i have a lot in my mind right now.” [Y/N] knew exactly what he meant. the very thought of it unnerved her — even in this glittering facade of the tri-wizard tournament, she knew enough of the wizarding world that it wasn’t as glamorous as it appeared to be.

“my bad,” she added apologetically but still keeping the same air a sunshine would if it were a person, trying to keep his spirits up.

she could see the way his eyes kept darting here and there, as if the answer would be right in front of them in plain sight. the music started playing again and everyone of them were pairing up again.

“uh, harry?” she called out, tapping his shoulder.

“what?” harry was still busy eyeing something in the crowd, deep in thought. she thought about how adults would call this rude but the way his lips opened a bit like a minor dropped jaw. she stifled a laugh.

“where’s your partner?”

“my what?” he turned to her.

“your partner,” she repeated. “parvati.”

“er — i don’t know?”

but she did, and she found that she did not want to disclose that information in hopes for success on what she was about to do. merlin or whoever is out there who decides fate or whatever, this one’s on you if it flops.

“good, because i’m gonna teach you how to do it my way.” he looked as if he was going to ask her what this meant but before he could even ask her, she took him by the hand and led him away. she saw his nervous face reappear again when they reached the dance floor, but she kept walking until they were outside. although distant and a bit muffled, they could still hear the music playing inside. “you have no idea how tempted i am to lead the dance but i don’t want my pretty dress to go to waste if i were to just dance the steps someone in a suit would.”

she took both of his hands and let it rest on her waist. he looked like he was about to protest once more, but she shushed him with her finger. “nope, we won’t be doing this the way they taught us. trust me, this is easier.”

she hung her hands over his shoulders, wrapping her fingers around his neck while humming the tune of a song and swaying along. when harry moved stiffly, she laughed but coached him anyway. he got the hang of it, but not quite. when she finished humming the song she started singing off-key, but she did not mind.

“dreamy eyes, ba-rum, you’ve got such drea— oh, you’re laughing now, huh?”

“sorry, i couldn’t help it.” he took one hand off her waist to push his glasses to prevent it from falling. she was laughing now, too.

maybe it was the way he smiled, brighter than she had ever seen; or maybe the way his hair was messier than usual; or his green eyes looking at her with a different kind of glee. . .

but there was this strange feeling growing from her chest, but it could be just from all the chiffon cake she ate and that she was probably choking. when she determined that was highly unlikely, she fell to the conclusion that this was in fact a romantic epiphany.

and when you get epiphanies, you do something about it. but she can’t. she was rooted to the ground with her arms putting little distance between them and her hands wrapped around his neck.

“harry,” she started. he looked at her now, laughter still etched on his face. “i have something to ask of you, if that’s okay?”

those pure set of eyes will be the death of her, and she knew it. when she told a classmate during herbology she loved the idea of friends becoming more than just, it earned a gasp she couldn’t understand what for. apparently most people found that liking someone you’ve been friends with for a long time was far too risky.

“okay,” he said. she almost pulled him into a kiss when she realized she hadn’t asked the actual question yet.

to hell with risks, i’m doing this.

“harry,” she started again, preparing for the worst. “kiss me.”

“wha — ?”

“never mind,” she added hastily. “it’s alright, i shouldn’t have brought it up. it was a mista—”

nope, it wasn’t a ‘mista.’ how could it be if in her mind, she was dissolving right now as she let the reality of his lips on hers sink in? eyes closed, hearts magnified — a combination she never knew she’d experience, let alone with harry.

when he pulled away they found themselves drowning in giggles, not out of ridicule of themselves, but out of surprise and everything else.

“mr. potter, you kiss better than you dance!” she teased, playing with his hair as she did so. “do you wanna go back inside?”

“no, let’s stay here.” this time, it was him who picked up her arms and wrapped them around his neck and rested his hands on her waist. to her surprise, he started humming the same song. “you really do have dreamy eyes as the song says, though.”

“i know, i caught you mooning over me while i was walking down the stairs. you like me too much,” she said, swaying along.

“i really do, don’t i?”

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[sunatooru]

Uh idk if this is weird but like would it be okay to request a head canon where like the reader has a vagina & penis it can be gn or female s/o but like they’ve been very nervous about having sex bc they think their partner will think their genitals are weird (maybe they had a bad experience with an ex). And so they are dating one of the boys and he wonders why you keep swerving around sex so u finally show him why thinking he’s gonna break up with you and be creeped out but he’s like totally,... turned on??? Like he sucks you off while fingering you or like jacking u off while he’s fucking you and thinks it’s so hot as the cums is like dribbling out of your dick at the same time. Mans is in LOVE 😍. If you don’t feel comfortable writing this THATS TOTALLY FINE I was jus trying to see if any of my fav writers would be into it. If you do do it can you do it with kuroo, atsumu, bokuto, and you can pick the fourth!! I’m so sorry this is so specific

Heyyy here is your long awaited request (I’m sorry I’m late). this idea is very hot and I know the boys would get crazy over this. Also I appreciate being one of your favs, thank you xx

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warnings: minors dni, 18+ smut content, may be timeskip spoilers, intersex reader (futanari/ futa), intercouse, fingering, blowjob, mentions kitten and daddy and bunny, praise kink?, creampie and just the boys indulging into you

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Kuroo

* He’s so lovely to you

* Always holding your hand, kissing your forehead and looking at you lovingly

* And although sex wasn’t necessary for him, he would always wonder why you never got further than making out and leaving hickeys

* Your hands always pushing against his chest when he would carefully slip a finger under your waistband

* And today was no different

* When you break away from his kiss, he worries when you don’t meet his gaze

* “Baby, what’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong?” He questions and you’re quick to shake your head no

* He can see your hesitancy, you’re chewing your lips and you finally tell him. You watch his eyes widen when you tell him you have both sex genitals, and that your previous partner mocked you for it

* He feels a lot in that moment. He’s both angry at the audacity of your previous partner but also curious as to how you look and mostly how you’ll feel

* “Baby, screw them. I don’t care about that. I just want to make you feel good.” And you let him

* He lays you down on the bed and kisses down your neck, your shirt already off and he drags his lips across your chest, grin plastered when you whine as he toys with your nipple

* “So beautiful” he whispers, tongue point out when he slowly pulls your trousers down

* He feels his cock twitch at the slight bulge forming in your underwear

* His own dent forming as he sits between your thighs in only his shorts

* He groan when he takes off your underwear, hips unconsciously rutting forward as he sees your pussy glistening and your pretty cock tip swollen

* “You’re so fuck hot. Look at what you’ve done.” He locks his eyes with yours and watches you trail down to see him free his hard cock out, giving it a few pumps

* He drags his finger against your folds, your own cock twitching at his touch and it’s enough for him to tease his tip at your entrance

* He clenches his jaw when he slides in, eyes shut as he feels your pussy swallow his hard cock

* “Fuck baby just like that.” He groans when you moan our his name, walls tightening when he slides his whole length in

* He places both hands on your hip, holding them down as he begins to rock against you

* “Tetsu- tets- so goo-“ he grins at your inability to form your words, thrust getting faster when you arch your back

* And then he sees your cock stand tall, he doesn’t even think as he wraps his large hand against it

* You yell at his grip, body thrashing in the sheet as he begins jerking you off

* The double stimulation has you stuttering

* And his eyes are just watching how your pussy pulls him in and your cock growing redder with every pump

* “Fuck you’re so hot...so sexy.”

* “Pleas- I.. I’m so close.” And so he moves his hand faster, you tending body sigh you’re about to cum

* And then he sees they way your cum sprays onto your chest, the liquid drops decorating your skin, he feels his balls tighten

* “Shit Kitten!” He moans as he slips out and cums between your folds

* Your now softening cock reaching to touch some of his load and he just knows he’s keeping you forever

Atsumu

* He’s instigated sex a couple of times

* He never got mad when you brush it away though, he really likes you and he wasn’t going to let it come in the way

* And then one day while you’re making out, his hands start to travel down your stomach, almost making it to your crotch if you didn’t stop him

* And now he’s concerned but doesn’t say anything until you tell him the issue

* To say he’s shocked is an understatement

* He’s trying to visualise how you look down their, a cock and a pussy, fuck he instantly got hard

* “That’s not gonna stop me, you know. That’s actually got me fully hard, sweetheart. Ya gonna let daddy give you a good time?” He’s not sure if the image of your cunt and cock made him slip out the ‘daddy’

* “Yes please, daddy.” He groans so loudly when you shyly reply, he drops his face back to yours and kisses you hungrily

* He spreads your thighs apart and starts grinding against you, both of you still dressed

* Your moans has him consumed and he quickly sheds off his shirt, lowering his pants and stripping you that you’re only in your underwear

* A clear outline of the effect he has on you showing

* “Shit babe, who said you could be so fucking hot” he hoots as he kisses down your stomach, slowly lowering your underwear and the small slap of your cock hitting his face has him jumping your thigh

* He licks his lips hungrily, ripping your underwear away and slipping your cock into his mouth

* Your hands immediately goes to his head, fingers gripping his hair as his wet tongue dances around your tip

* “Mmm” he groans and the vibration has you thrusting your hips upwards, dick deep into his throat as he gags

* You try to pull away but he hold you into position, one hand trailing to his own fat cock, stroking it as he makes eye contact with you

* He bobs his head, your whines and whimper making him speed up and when he finally pulls away, he watches as his spit covers your cock, quickly pushing his cock into your pussy, eyes rolled back at the sensation of your tight wet walls hug him

* “So tight, fuck you gonna take my cock like a good bunny?” He demands as he begins moving back and forth

* He hunches over you, gives you sloppy kisses and feels yo it hand travel between where you’re connected

* He bellows a moan as he watches your pump your cock fast, he matches up it pace, his balls slapping against your ass as you use jerk yourself off

* When he feels you tighten against him, he thrust sharply and bellows a groan, eyes stuck on your hand as you arch your back and shoot out a little bit of cum and cums inside you

* “That’s a pretty fucking sight..” he smirks as his cum oozes out

Bokuto

* You actually enclosed to him about not being comfortable with sex yet, not really explaining why but he respected it

* Until one night you’re both rubbing your hands against each other and he accidentally places his hand over your crotch and you tense

* “Huh ? Baby baby what’s wrong? I - I’m so sorry.” Starts apologising over and over until you calm him down

* And then you tell him about having both a dick and vagina, also telling him that you had a bad experience with your ex because of it

* He just looks so confused, why would your ex have an issue at being able to pleasure you in two different ways?

* “Baby, if you let me I’ll replace that memory with something amazing.” He gives you a small smile and you agree

* His eyes grow when he sees your semi hard cock and how pretty your pussy looks

* He kisses you hard, biting your lip as he pulls away

* He grins and then stuffs one of his fingers into his mouth, making sure to coat it with enough saliva before slowly pushing it inside your cunt

* “Aghh..” you roll your hips and he smirks and looks at you determinedly

* He pumps his finger inside you, surprising you when his tongue flicks at your folds

* He synchronises his thrusts and licks, getting faster and faster until he feels you’re wet enough for another finger

* The stretch of him adding another thick finger makes you mewl, you clasp around him, thighs pushing together as his face gets struck between

* But he doesn’t mind, in fact he loves it

* “Taste so good, pretty” he tells you and then he uses his over hand and strokes your cock from the base upwards

* He releases a groan when he feels you pulse both on your cock and pussy

* And then he gets to business

* His fingers continue to fuck your hole, the sounds of squelching motivating him as you cry while he fists your cock harshly

* “You like this baby? Like how I’m fucking you together? Use your words, go on.” He bites his lips when you cry out

* “S-so good don’t stop please Kou...” your nails scratching at his hand when he curls his fingers inside of you

* He feels pride fill him, knowing that no one has made you feel this good, knowing that he’ll continue to make you feel good

* He thinks you look so sexy, sprawled out as you suck his finger into your cunt and wither as your cock is in his tight grasp

* He feels himself straining against his joggers, but he doesn’t care, his goal is to make you scream

* He pulls away from your cunt to spit on your cock, letting it act as lube and gets back to eating your out like his life depended on it

* It’s too much for you. You good, you scream as you feel your stomach tighten and you push his face further into your pussy as you cream around his tongue

* Your chest rising rapidly at the orgasm, you look at his smirking face that’s wet with your juice

* “That was so fucking hot.” He states, lifting his body up and your eyes fixate on his joggers

* A small wet patch growing against his cock

[mattydasilva]

{gabriel santana, 21, cis male, he/him} Is that MATEUS ‘MATTY’ DA SILVA? A JUNIOR  originally from SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL, they decided to come to Ogden College to study BUSINESS on an ATHLETIC scholarship. They’re JERK JOCK on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

 triggers mentioned: assault/violence, hospital mention

Name: Mateus Paulo José Da Silva Nicknames: Matty, M, Mat, Mateus Age: 21 Birthday: 9 July 2001 Place of Birth: São Paulo, Brazil Zodiac: Cancer Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexual Orientation: ? Romantic Orientation: ? Extracurriculars: Tennis Doubles & Singles, Rock Climbing team - can play guitar but would rather drop out of school than play in front of anyone.

Short Biography/Personality stuff idk

Matty was born to a fling between a retired model and fashion designer.  Neither had really truly wanted him, but went through with the pregnancy anyway. 

grew up mostly home schooled. (it shows, he really can’t socialize at all - being arrogant & cocky is like his safety net. like a well if no one likes me then i don’t need to worry about making friends!)

he had like 2 friends from his childhood that sorta maybe betrayed him a little bit by stealing like thousands of dollars from him & now he may or maay not trust anyone bc he thinks everyone is the same (literally has had maybe 2 positive relationships his whole life before ogden, its a sad sight) VIOLENCE TW & HOSPITAL MENTION TW also might’ve gotten in a huge fight with said childhood friends and beat them up enough to send them to the hospital for a handful of days.  END OF TW

he started tennis when he was twelve, and it was the first thing he was actually bad at on first go?  which made him incredibly pissed and pushed him to work harder at it.  eventually, at fifteen he began to get recognized by university scouts, eventually at 17 he landed with Ogden - one of the only universities that his mother had approved of (as if she ever cared before?) 

he’s studying business kinda as a caveat since he can’t study music, and his mother only agreed to give him access to his trust fund if he majored in something “useful”

since university was his first taste of freedom, and he was a whole continent away from his mother - he kinda went.. wild ? like never sober outside of practice, getting into a lot of fights type beat?  still very stand offish, but if you had a drink to offer - he could put a sweet smile on until he got what he wanted type thing. 

connection to greer

short version: doubles tennis partner, reluctant & very limited confidant

medium version:

matty was horrid to greer the first couple months of trying to figure out doubles tennis.  their teamwork was awful and he refused to talk to her despite her efforts to reach out.  eventually, their coach got sick of it and forced them to do laundry duty for the team until they(matty) could learned how to work together.  

it still took around 2 weeks and a drunken confession at midnight for them to even start talking - and after that breaking point, whenever something that was affecting their performance or anything, they’d be able to tell each other. (they did like a total of a month of laundry duty every night)

click here for the long version

random headcanons & connection ideas?

has 100% shown up to practice wearing a tennis skirt from a dare (honestly, but who dared him?) but like he also still owns the tennis skirt bc like his legs looked good dont ask him

i’d looooove the first friend he made outside of greer - like they caught him when he was all drunk and woeful at a party or something his freshman year & they never really dropped it after. 

first kiss - bc again home schooled child most definitely wasn’t allowed to watch spongebob.  they will absolutely never know that they were his first kiss

he’s very dad esque with his emotions... like you can tell him you like daisies one time & it looks like he ignores you but you’ll get them like once a week with cute little (bad, but cute) sketches on the card.

going off the spongebob thing like a bucket list friend like the kinda person who is like “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN (BLANK) SIT UR ASS DOWN RIGHT NOW” because he needs this

obviously gonna need a party bud, alright, he doesn’t really chill even now. he’s just actually allowed into the clubs lol

[fangirlovestuff]

Okay! I had this idea brewing in my mind (but that’s the most my mind is capable of I’ll leave the writing to the professionals). So Carly or Shana (you can decide) are planning on going away for a vacation with their partner but they’re sceptical of leaving the children alone. So they ask Chris if him and reader (who is Chris’ girlfriend and super close to his family) to babysit the kids over the weekend and they accept. Since Chris is busy with ASP reader mostly entertains the kids, helps them with homework and stuff and Chris sees the way she is with them and imagines their future! Please make it fluffy 🥺❤️❤️

A Tale Of Nephews And Princesses - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - @tonystankschild surprise! i got my ask back somehow so i can properly post this!! thank you so much for this lovely ask, I had so much fun writing it! I chose Carly pretty randomly. her children’s names are online, so that was mostly why lol. in my head i imagined it so Miles is the firstborn, then Stella then Ethan but it doesn’t really matter. they’re all pretty small in the fic so like, the oldest is 10 years old? idk, i didn’t really wana do research because i wanted to respect their privacy lol, so i took creative liberty over most of it. also you calling me a professional?🥺 pls omg i am so far from it but tysm!! I hope you enjoy it!!<3

Word Count: 3k (!!! y’all are getting fed hehe)

Warnings: none! just fluffy fluff :)

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"Hey babe?" Chris asked, coming into the living room. His hand was on the telephone, so whoever's on the other side was still on the call.

"Yeah?" you replied from your place on the couch.

"Is it okay if Carly's kids come sleep at ours next weekend? It's Carly's anniversary so they wanna go on a weekend away."

"Yeah, sure," you smiled, "watching them is gonna be no problem. Tell her I said congrats!"

"I will," he smiled. "And well, I have some stuff for A Starting Point I gotta do that weekend. I told you about the interview and –"

"It's okay, I don't mind watching them," you smiled and cut him off. "I'll have someone to keep ne company while you're busy."

"You're the best," he blew you a kiss and you smiled as he got back on the phone with his sister.

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"You're sure it's okay?" Carly asked, ushering her kids through the door of your and Chris' house.

"Yes, we're sure," you smiled at her. "It's no problem at all."

"Besides, even if we weren't, I don't think you'd have any other options right now," Chris smiled at his sister as well. "Go, have fun, we'll all be here when you come back. If anything, you should worry about them not wanting to leave," he smirked.

"Sure," she drawled out with a smile. "Well, if you need anything at all just call me," she told the both of you.

"It's gonna be fine," you laid a hand on her shoulder, smiling. "I could understand why you'd be worried if you left them with this five-year-old," you nudged Chris with your elbow and he rolled his eyes, "but I'm here and I assure you we're gonna have a lot of fun, isn't that right kids?" you smiled at Chris' nephews and niece, who were still standing there with their bags, waiting to say goodbye to their mom.

"Alright," she laughed. "Well, have fun kids! Bye!" she hugged each one of them and went back to her car, where her husband was waiting to go on a weekend away. It was their anniversary, so you and Chris volunteered to watch Miles, Stella and Ethan while they were away for a couple of days.

Before you managed to say anything, you and Chris were bombarded with questions – "Uncle Chris, can we play Mario Kart?" "No! Can we have a princess tea party?" "Can you read me a story?" "Can we eat cookies?" "Where's Dodger?" "Can we play with the cap shield?"

Chris looked at you and you return his amused look with one of your own. "Okay," you said, effectively silencing them as they looked up at you with wide eyes. "We can do all of these things later, but for now we should put your bags up. Dodger's hiding, so maybe after we find him, we can play with him, alright? But bags first," you smiled at them as they immediately sprinted upstairs with their bags, as best as they could carry them.

"Be careful!" you yelled after them and laughed.

"Is Dodger hiding?" Chris frowned at you.

"Of course not. I got him out in the yard before they arrived so he wouldn't tackle them to the ground," you grinned.

"What would I do without you?" he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

"My guess? Have more sweaters," you chuckled. "But hey, that's why I'm here!" you showed off the sweater you were currently wearing, which was indeed his, making him laugh.

"C'mon, let's go make sure they're not breaking anything," you pecked his lips.

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Chris was the first one to go outside and play with them and Dodger, while you hung back for a while, cutting up some fruit and getting some juice boxes before stepping outside as well.

"You guys hungry?" you smiled at them when you got out, Dodger immediately running to you and the kids right behind him.

"Yes!" they yelled in unison as you put the plate down on the table before sitting down next to them and Chris.

"Oh, by the way it's 4:15, so you should probably go get ready," you told him. He had an interview for ASP in about 20 minutes, and as much as you'd love for him to stay outside with you, you knew he had to go back inside to his home office.

"Thanks honey," he smiled softly before patting Miles' head and scratching Dodger's ear. "Alright kids, be good while I'm working," he winked at them before disappearing inside.

"Princess auntie?" Stella asked once she finished eating. Your heart melted in your chest at the sound of it, not the princess part of course, since Stella was currently obsessed with Disney and had the habit of calling everyone princes and princesses. No, it was the auntie that tugged at your heartstrings.

You weren't officially a part of the Evans family, well, not yet, you hoped. But their tendency to embrace you as one of their own never failed to make you smile, because there's nothing you'd want to be more.

"Yes, princess Stella?" you smiled at her.

"Can we have a tea party now?"

You chuckled at her request. "Well, I think there's nothing better for a tea party than…" you paused for suspense, "cookies!" at the sound of that all three of them cheered and you laughed. "But you all have to come and help me make them!"

The happy bunch followed you to the kitchen and you let Dodger into the living room on your way so he could rest a little.

"Okay, first of all we all need to wash our hands," you instructed. After a few minutes and some stray drops of water later, you were ready to go.

"Okay, Miles, you can help me measure everything, and Stella can pour it in, and Ethan's gonna stir, sounds good?"

Surprisingly, the kids went with your suggestion without any argument, and you started making the batter.

"Ethan, mix slower, will you?" you contained your laughter once a bit of batter flew out of the bowl and onto Miles' face. "Are you okay Miles?"

You turned to the kid in question to wipe the batter from his face, but you found he already took it on his finger and tasted it. "It's really good," he nodded, and you and you couldn't contain your giggle now.

"I'm glad, but let's try not to eat the cookies until they're ready," you raised your eyebrows at him and he nodded in understanding, although a grin was still on his face so you weren't sure how much he was going to stick to that.

The rest went pretty smoothly, and just as you were dividing your batter and putting the cookies in the baking pan Chris walked in, having just finished his interview.

"Ooooo, what are you guys making?" he smiled.

"Cookies!" Ethan yelled.

"For the tea party!" Stella added.

"But I don't wike tea parties," Miles sulked.

"You don’t have to be in the tea party to eat the cookies," you calmed him down before they'd start fighting.

"Now come on, let's finish up these cookies and then we can go play."

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You spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games, the smell of the cookies filling the air as the kids got more and more impatient to have them. Eventually, it was time to take them out, and you tried to slip away unnoticed but unfortunately they noticed and followed you to the kitchen.

"I'm taking out the cookies, but just remember they're very hot and we can't eat them yet, okay?"

You heard a chorus of okays before you opened the oven, the pleasant smell and warmth coming at you in a wave. You grinned and took the cookies out of the oven, warning the kids to stay away from it while you put them on the counter and went to shut off the oven.

After a few minutes you touched the cookies tentatively, and found they were cool enough to give to the kids to taste. They all took a bite and immediately smiled.

"Well? Did we succeed?" you asked with a smile, taking a cookie yourself.

"Yeah!" they all nodded, and ran to the living room, where Chris was still sitting. "Uncle Chris, you have to taste our cookies!" you heard Stella say and smiled, knowing they'd all walk in here in a couple of seconds.

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You all ate dinner together, cookies for dessert obviously, and before long it was bedtime. Chris needed to get some more work done, so you were the one to put them to bed. The boys were sleeping in the same room and Stella in another one, but all four of you were currently snuggled together in the boys' room, as you read them all a story.

Stella was on one side of you, her eyelids slightly drooping already. Miles and Ethan were on the other side, and you were half sure Ethan was already asleep. Dodger was at the foot of the bed, seemingly listening as well. You were just reading the last page when Chris walked in, a grin stretching on his face at the sight in front of him.

You smiled back and softly finished the rest of the story, closing the book and putting it down on the bedside table. Carefully getting up, you kissed Miles and Ethan's foreheads goodnight before taking a sleepy Stella into your arms, smiling at Chris on your way out of the room as you carried her to her bed, laying her down and tucking her blanket around her.

"Goodnight princess auntie," she mumbled.

"Goodnight princess Stella," you whispered back and smiled, gently tucking her hair away from her face before getting up. Seeing Chris waiting for you at the doorway, you put your finger to your mouth signaling him to be quiet until you softly shut the door nearly all the way behind you, leaving a small crack so it wouldn't be completely dark and so you could hear her if she needed anything.

"Did you get your work done?" you whispered as you wrapped your arms around Chris' neck.

"Yeah," he whispered back. "You're really good with them, you know that?" he smiled, affection dancing in his eyes.

"They're great kids," you smiled back, pecking his lips softly before drawing away. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

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The next morning you awoke to the sound of whispers and padding of feet coming from the hallway. You smiled to yourself before getting away from Chris, whose arms were wrapped tightly around your torso. He stirred when you sat up, mumbling a low "Where are you going?"

"They're awake, but try and get some more sleep, you have a long day today," you whispered back, kissing his cheek before getting out of bed and out of the room, shutting the door behind you.

When they noticed you got up they stopped talking and you smiled at them. "C'mon, let's go downstairs so we won't wake uncle Chris," you whispered.

When you were down you asked them in a low voice, "did you brush your teeth? What do you want for breakfast?"

After they all brushed their teeth, and so did you, you all gathered in the kitchen to make breakfast. You made them some chocolate milk and they drank it while you made something to eat, laying it out of the table and sitting down to eat with them, but not before you put some food aside for Chris.

"What do you wanna do today, huh?" you asked, taking a sip from your mug.

"I have homework," Miles admitted shyly. "Mommy said I was supposed to do them yesterday, but I forgot."

"That's alright, you can do them right now," you ruffled his hair affectionately.

After you were done with breakfast, Miles sat down to do his homework and Stella and Ethan helped you with the dishes. Well, they just handed you the dishes, which you then washed and put in their place, but it kept them occupied long enough.

You were nearly done with the dishes when you felt a tug on the hem of your shirt. "Can you help me?" Miles looked up at you.

"Of course," you smiled. "Stella and Ethan, wait a sec alright? And be careful!"

You walked back to the kitchen table with him, where he showed you the exercise he was struggling with. Just as you were helping him solve it, Chris walked into the kitchen. Thankfully, fully dressed in his everyday clothes, you eye rolled inwardly at your boyfriend's sleeping garments, or lack thereof.

"Hey guys! Did you have breakfast already?" he asked, going to hug Stella and Ethan.

"I left you some," you gestured at the plate on the counter with a smile.

"Thank you," he picked it up and started eating. "What'cha doing there bud?" he asked Miles.

"My homework," he said with a shy grin. "But I'm almost done!"

"Yeah," you smiled. You explained it for him, all the while ignoring Chris' eyes on you. You felt his gaze and smiled, not giving it any attention and helping Miles solve the problem.

"All done!" you high fived him and he cheered.

"Good job!" Chris smiled at the both of you. "I have to do some work, but after I'm done we can go play some more with Dodge, how about that?"

"Yay!" they cheered. He hugged them all and retreated into his office once more. You knew how much he hated not being able to be with them all day while they're here, but he cared about this project a lot, so you were going to make sure everyone had a great time regardless.

"Okay, how about…" you paused to think, "we build a blanket fort! As a surprise for uncle Chris," you smiled at their excited reaction. "But shhh! We have to be very quiet so he won't hear us, because it's a surprise!" knowing Chris needed his focus, you were glad when they nodded their heads. Ethan out a finger to his lips and shushed his siblings, which you giggled at.

"After you," you gestured for them to start walking towards the living room. "The blanket fort isn't going to build itself!"

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They were quiet, whispering to each other as you draped the blankets you had brought from their bedrooms. The only loud sounds were their laughs, which you really couldn't bring yourself to get mad about.

After nearly an hour, the blanket fort was complete. You all cuddled inside, the kids bringing their dolls as well.

"Can we watch a princess movie?" Stella asked once you had suggested they watch a movie.

"No! I don't wike it!" Miles immediately objected.

"Yeah, no princess!" Ethan joined his brother.

"Okay, how about… Peter Pan?" you asked them. Then, you leaned closer to Stella and whispered in her ear, "Tinkerbell's a fairy! That's almost as good as a princess, right?"

She contemplated it for a moment before nodding her head. You kissed the top of her head and put on the movie. You all settle down, and you cuddled Stella close to you, smiling as Ethan and Miles soon joined.

That was how Chris found you, about an hour later, and his heart swelled in his chest at the sight. His niece and nephews all cuddled up with you, watching a Disney movie. He thought about the ring, safely stowed away deep in his bedside drawer, and smiled softly.

With any luck, soon these might be your own kids you'll cuddle with. The thought filled him with giddiness, but also nerves. He didn't really think you'd say no, but hell – you can never know with these things. All he knew was that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he was going to ask you if you wanted the same. Soon.

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The end of the day finally arrived, and Carly and her husband were coming to pick up the kids.

"You got everything?" you asked them. They all nodded their heads. "Great! Well, your mom's gonna be here in a few, so how about –"

"But I don't wanna go!" Miles complained.

"Yeah, I wanna stay here!" Ethan exclaimed.

"Princess auntie, pretty please can we stay?" Stella looked up at you.

"I'm sorry guys," you smiled, "But you have school tomorrow. Besides, your mom missed you very much, and I'm sure you missed her too. Don't you miss mommy and daddy?"

"Yes," they admitted.

"C'mon, don't be sad," you grinned at them, "you can always come visit us."

At that moment Dodger decided it was a good time to greet them goodbye, jumping up and trying to lick them. They giggled, and you and Chris exchanged a fond glance over their heads. You heard the car pulling up outside, so you caught onto Dodger and made him stop before Chris opened your door, knowing Carly would be coming to get them.

"Mommy!" they all yelled.

"Hey babies!" she greeted them and pulled them all into a big hug.

Dodger tried to escape your hold and join them, but you caught him before he could tackle them. "Don't be jealous," you playfully chastised him and scratched him behind his ear.

"Hello Dodger," Carly smiled and came to pet him as well. "Okay kids, say goodbye, daddy's waiting for us in the car."

"Bye bye!" said and hugged both you and Chris tightly.

"Bye!" you waved at them once they got out, closing the door gently behind them.

Chris came to wrap his arms around you. "You're amazing."

"So are you," you smiled into his neck.

"No, I'm serious. You were amazing with them," he smiled timidly. "And well, in the future, I…" he trailed off.

"Awwww, you were totally thinking about what if they were our kids, weren't you?" you grinned. "That's so cute!" you teased him.

"Whatever," his cheeks tinted slightly. "I guess you don't wanna hear what I think."

"No, I do!" you objected with a smile.

"I think," he started, "that you're gonna be the best mom ever someday. And I am so lucky to have you."

"And you're gonna be the best dad," you smiled before leaning it to kiss him.

When you broke apart, you smiled. You knew how true your words were, and you couldn't wait until that turned into a reality.

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[lilsuzn]

MLQC Lucien - NSFW abc headcanons

Sorry I was gone for so long. I was busy doing hot girl shit.

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Warnings: S.M.U.T.  (the reader is gender neutral, but I quote Lucien’s “silly girl” at one point so idk)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It’s probably because of this relationship you two have. One that Lucien thought he could never have.

Frankly, he didn’t really want one. Even with you.

But it was impossible to stop himself from jumping into that rabbit whole.

You are not even a human for him. You are far superior.

A goddess.

A greater being that must be worshiped. Cherished. LOVED THOROUGHLY and Lucien can't stop himself from doing all that.

He would help you clean up with so much care. Hold you like he’s about to lose you. Wisper praises and declarations of love into your ear.

Prefers to stay in bed, but wouldn’t mind to do it in a bath either.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He never really gave it much thought, but if you’d ask him, he would probably say - his neck.

Because he noticed how much attention you give it. That given a choice you would always kiss and bite on the neck.

And the unreformable tease he is - he loves your ears.

The way you twitch and squirm when he licks the or softly blows around them. The way you flush when he leans in to whisper directly to it.

All those small reactions get his blood pumping.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A big fan of cuming onto you.

Your ass is his staple favorite, but chest, stomach, back or… basically anywhere else is not bad at all either.

If he ever comes inside you without a condom… and gets to see his seed dripping out of you… IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE FOR HIM.

Nothing can beat the look of his seed spilled on your pretty butt, BUT… damn that’s a nice sight.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t believe that some deeds can be dirty or naughty.

He's a scientist. Explorer of human's brain. He knows that every single of those is a normal, human thing.

But given that we all know what is this question all about…

Lucien really liked to draw when he was a kid and he still does it from time to time.

And what else could he sketch in his free time if not the most beautiful creation of this world? You. Naked.

He has countless amounts of those at this point. Every part of you has a separate piece. He likes to go through them from time to time.

Meaning every day when you're not around.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucien is not a virgin but he had never been in a real relationship before you.

He had some one night stands. A few booty call relationships, but he had never been with someone the way he is with you.

So you were still a challenge, because he could not allow himself any shortcomings when it came to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

That’s a spoiler for the future, but Lucien is more than willing to try everything and he doesn’t really feel any special bond with a particular position.

However he does have a particular group and if you remember what I said in C above, you know where I’m going.

From behind. Seeing your butt shake. He’s an ass man. (would love to try anal if you’d show an intrest in that)

Major bonus points if you turn your head to the side and look at him. With your lovely, beautiful face that he loves oh so much.

He instantly speeds up to the point that no man should ever reach and will happily carry you around for a day or two - you’ll need it.

Because after that there could never be only one round. Or even two or three.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I wouldn’t call it goofy.

It’s very intense. Almost in a spiritual sense.

For Lucien sex is a metter of high importance. There’s no room for fooling around.

He needs to focus, so afterwards you’re completely spent, blissed and fucked to the point where you could never enjoy sex with any other man.

Toxic trait of this cutesy otome boy - possessiveness, and although he won’t try to control what and with who you do... 

(the man has some dignity and respect for your autonomy)

He will make sure you won’t be able to forget who makes you feel so f*in' good and being ‘goofy’ won’t make the statement.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think Lucien would be somewhat groomed, but not bold.

Shaving just isn’t natural and therefore necessarily good for one’s body.

Therefore, if you shave he might try to convince you to stop.

I want to touch a woman, not a girl - he would say.

Carpet matches the drapes (however I like to think that Lucien has ginger pubes dontjudgeme)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Said first in A, now will be more specific.

With Lucien sex is some kind of a ritual of worship.

It’s a sacrifice for his goddess. His energy, his time, his most attentive care.

Love beams from his eyes even stronger than light does from the sun.

The foreplay will be elongated. You need to come at least twice before he enters you (see T).

During he roams your body with his hands. Boldly, but not aggressively… unless you’d like it.

Afterwards… well, just read A again.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s a very busy man, so he doesn’t get many chances, but…

When he can he’s right at it… thinking of that pretty ass of yours.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lucien is quite kinky.

He's in for anything that doesn’t go under N conditions. Anything. 

Likes bondage. No. He loves it. On you. And blindfolds.

SPANKING.

DOM BOY, but wouldn’t mind to go sub from time to time for you.

You want you to submit thoroughly, so he can thoroughly please you. Give you all that can be given.

Lives for roleplaying.

He also is really into body worship. He will praise you to the point of incredibility. 

See T gir. It’s really an intense game.

Lives to hear you beg for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to be in a private, comfortable place, when he doesn’t have to worry about any interruptions or other inconveniences.

Best in your or his place.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

First of all he really needs no convincing.

BUT.

The beast is awake momentarily when you wear his clothes. Like his sweater when you're cold. Or a shirt after a passionate night.

"You make a very nice sight indeed."

Other thing is lingerie. He likes it dark and erotic. Satin and straps. Maybe some nice, sheer mesh.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No humiliating one another.

Nothing that even comes close to making you feel like he might have attempted to disrespect you.

Also - no outsiders.

And no hiding one another's fantasies. He’s there to please and satisfy you. Don’t take it away from him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Eghem.

Can you stay up all night

Fuck me till the daylight 

34+35

If you don't get it yet, it means he wants to 69 with you.

All night. Every night.

The taste of you in his mouth is heavenly.

The feeling and sight of your mouth enveloping his groin is pure ecstasy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t have much of a fav.

It all depends on his mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Meh...

It’s not like an unacceptable option, but he prefers delayed gratification.

Will agree if you insist, but won’t ever offer.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

OF COURSE. YES. PLEASE.

Why would he ever limit himself to known and obvious, when there might be something far, far superior to what both of you already know.

He enjoys erotic literature. Sometimes reads online articles about interesting positions, toys or new ways to make you come harder and faster.

Won’t shy away from many things. Just remember about what I said in N.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man rarely sleeps. Rarely even rests.

This man is a rabbit.

It's more likely you will pass out of exhaustion then that he will take a break from fucking you. Weather it's with his hands, dick, lips or… other things. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Speaking of other things.

And fucking.

Lucien invested in a nice collection for the two of you. Vibrators. Rings. Suckers.

He likes to please you in every way he can. 

While the toys take care of you, you suck onto him.

Sometimes you just embrace yourself as the toys take care of your needs. And you go like this for hours. Until you can't take it anymore.

And let's not forget the bondage equipment. Ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, whips….

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Obvi. What did you expect?

A lot.

For hours.

Until all you’re able to say is “Lucien” and “Please”.

Edging is not negotiable. Happens every time. Often to the point when you come so fast and unexpectedly he just couldn’t stop on time.

Will talk dirty to your ear in public to then “accidently” stroke your nipple or if he feels particularly bold that day - your crotch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not shy at all. No shame.

Will moan, groan, pant and hiss all he wants and as loudly as he wants.

Let the neighbors hear. Why would he feel ashamed of fucking you?

LOVES when you do the same.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would love to take you for a weekend trip. In the mountains. Renting a nice cottage.

Necessarily with a fireplace. And a jacuzzi.

He would have it decorated with many, many gleaming candles. Set all around the cottage.

The soothing music would play.

His fingers would play with your sex while you soak yourselfs in the jacuzzi.

Then he would lay you on a soft carpet in front of the fireplace and make love to you. True, unmistakable love.

It would be a trip to remember for the rest of your lives.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

First off all, see this meme.

He just emanuates that massive dick energy. That’s just facts. No one in the bunch can relate. I’m sorry stans of the other 4, it’s not my fault, don’t @ me.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Very high sometimes.

Okay - usually very high, sometimes extremely high.

All nighters will happen at least once a week unless one of you really has a tough week or just had one and still tries to get everything together.

Otherwise no mercy. His lover needs to have all her needs fulfilled. Lucien would never allow you to walk around hungry or cold. Why would he let you be unsatisfied in this category, silly girl?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not right away for sure. 

He wants to watch you fall asleep. And then see those cutest expressions you make in your slumber.

Sometimes he just grabs a book and holds your hand until you wake up.

Other times he isn't able to resist it and falls asleep. You in his arms. His world at peace.

[jovialluminaryalpaca]

True Beauty | Little by Little | Han Seojun x Kang Soojin fanfic series/one shot? Idk

Part 2 , Part 3

This is the first time, I'm posting something on Tumblr, so bear with me haha, I don't know why but I kinda would've loved to see Soojin with Han Seojun after the time leap and her redemption. It's my opinion and I'll feel absolutely grateful if y'all respect it, thank you, I hope y'all will like it.

Warnings: Slight panic attack trigger mention (not edited)

It was late in the evening and it had been an hour since Seojun left the studio for the day, he now sat on one of the stools staring at the empty glass in front of him. He didn't know why he was here but there he was, he remembered coming to this place for the first time, the night he let Jugyeong go back to Suho and after that night, he found himself coming back to this place often, whenever he needed a break or to get away from everything for a while.

He rubbed his face a little too harshly to check if he was sober enough to move and to his luck, he was just tipsy. He paid for his order and bought himself a simple soda before leaving the place. He put his mask and beanie on and kept walking as the cool wind hit him. He kept looking around to see if anyone recognised him but much to his pleasure no one did. His eyes stopped and soon did his feet when his eyes fell on a familiar figure. He blinked twice to make sure if he wasn't hallucinating.

What was she doing here?

He felt bold and decided to walk up to her. He kept walking till he stood a feet away from her. She had pamphlets in her hands and struggled as she tried to hold them steady and approached people to help people in need. She took out another pamphlet out as she felt a figure walk near her and looked up only to freeze in her place. Her words stopped in her mouth as she looked at those eyes. She was not blind to not recognize who was standing in front of her.

He expected his face to lift in a scowl as usual but it didn't. He was surprised, indeed and definitely had no words to speak. He knew that she met Jugyeong and reconciled with her but he never really bothered to know about her whereabouts. But after what he saw in front of him, he definitely didn't want to be that person who would laugh on her face and blame karma and he obviously didn't want to ack like a jerk and rub salt on her open wounds. So he didn't speak a word and just observed her as she stared right back at him.

She changed so much, he observed. Something about her was different, it wasn't like she was not the Kang Soojin he knew in his teen days, she was still her, but she looked so much better, somewhat relaxed and for some reason it felt like whatever that ate her then was not there around her now and it was very visible on her face. He shook his head wordlessly and turned around.

"Ya, Han Seojun." She called out as he stopped in his place. There was silence for a while as she took a deep breath and walked closer to him.

"I owe you an apology." She said as he blinked while his back faced her.

"Can we go somewhere where we can talk alone?" She continued hesitantly expecting him to walk away as soon as those words left her mouth but to her surprise he turned around and looked at her.

"Okay." He said and followed her.

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"Thank you." Soojin said and bowed a little to the helper and sat in her chair as Seojun studied her.

He leaned forward and took a bite of the food in front of him and she gulped as she faced him finally.

"What I did back then was very foolish of me. I despise myself for stepping down to that level." She said as he listened to her.

"And I don't expect you to forgive me because I am asking you to. I know I'll always carry the guilt of hurting people who trusted me. I owe you an apology, even if what I did wasn't directed towards you." She said as she looked down and placed her palm on the table.

"I'm sorry." She finally said as he slurped his drink.

"It's alright." He said and she looked up with slightly wide eyes.

"What?" He asked as she opened her mouth to say something but closed it again.

"I didn't expect you to forgive me so easily." She said as he placed his drink on the table.

"Like you said, what you did wasn't directed towards me. If Jugyeong gave you another chance, I can do it too. Anyways, We weren't really friends in the first place, so yeah." He said as she nodded and then there was a wave of silence that surrounded them.

She felt grateful that he forgave her.

"You didn't come to Heegyeong unni's wedding?" She asked.

"Yeah, I was busy with my debut and all of that." He replied with a shrug.

"Oh." She replied as he nodded.

"So, you are an idol, now." She said as he looked and rolled his eyes slightly.

"Yes, that I am." He said.

"How does it feel to be one?" She asked.

"Stressful. But, I feel happy that I get to live my dream." He said with a small smile on his face. She smiled back and nodded.

"I thought you didn't come because of well...nevermind." She said as he looked at her and she ignored his gaze and went back to eating her food.

"Honestly, I didn't come because Jugyeong told me that she invited you." He said as she looked up.

"Well, of course, you hate me." She mumbled and to her surprise he heard it.

"I did. But, I don't think quite the same now." He said.

"Does it mean you hate me less now?" She asked as he chuckled to her surprise.

"Weren't you the one who despised me?" He asked as he raised one of his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe, I was and it was because of obvious reasons." She said in a light humourous tone.

"Is that so? Can I know the obvious reasons please?" He asked as she cleared her throat and lifted her fingers to start counting and he could not help but notice how her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as she revisited those years.

_

"Soojin-ah" Soo ah called out as she held her friend's hand and pulled her along and made her sit on the table where all her friends were seated on. She looked around and found Cho rong eating as Hye min tried her best to control her laughter while looking at her partner and eating her food in silence, Tae hoon was asking Soo ah to eat first and take selfies later because the food might cool down and not taste the same, Jugyeong was explaining something on her phone to Suho as he fed her and then there was Seojun who looked appalled at the sight of the couples that surrounded him. He was seated right in front of her at the corner of the table and sulked as he leaned his head on the pillar next to him and waited for his food. His eyes were closed and disgust was clear on his face. It had been two months since she first ran into him on the road while distributing pamphlets for a charity event and now they were friends and dare she say best friends because it haunted her how comfortable she felt around him and how she actually liked spending time with a guy who once so full of himself. She pushed her leg forward and tapped his shoe. He got startled and opened his eyes to look around and then looked at Soojin who smiled innocently at him. He lips lifted in a scowl as he murmured something and went back to sleep as Soojin chuckled, ofcourse sleep was important.

He jolted up again and looked at her as she was looking at the menu.

"Ya Kang Soojin. When did you come?" He asked.

"A few minutes back." She replied as her eyes checked the menu out and he looked at her and couldn't help but smile as she observed the prices of the food items.

He missed her, it had been a week since they last saw each other because he was busy with recording his new album and couldn't find time to catch up with her as she was busy arranging and hosting charity events.

He cleared his throat as he saw Suho look at him and then at Soojin and went back to feeding Jugyeong as she opened her mouth wide. Seojun rolled his eyes at Suho and scrunched his nose up, he sighed as he relaxed his face and then looked at his phone and scrolled through his social media to find something interesting, his order appeared in front of him when he sat his phone aside. He thanked the waiter and dug in. Soojin just stared at with disgust as he finished the entire plate by the time her food arrived and he shrugged as he looked at her.

A smile appeared on her face before she could stop herself, she shook her head and looked at her plate, neither of them knew what was happening but the entire table looked at them start a new chapter in their own books.

_

Soojin sighed as she sat on her table and removed the hand that covered her forehead as she completed her work. Today was a very stressful day for her with so many events to plan but she was happy that she got to relax later as Seojun promised her a meal at her favourite restaurant and then a game night.

She switched the lights off, picked her belongings, locked the room and walked out. She smiled as she remembered how many times Seojun apologised to her for not attending the event which was arranged by her and promised to make it up to her. She didn't know how both of them got there but they did. Her younger self would've laughed on her face if she said that she would be one of Seojun's close friends one day.

To be honest, they were nothing alike, she was smart and he was well kinda dumb, she came from a very different household where she yearned for love from family and he came from a family who absolutely loved him and provided him with as much comfort as possible, she was terrible at singing and his voice was absolutely beautiful, but maybe the difference was something that made them different than the others out there, it made them unique.

She bumped into someone and her smile faltered as she looked at the person. Her heart raced in her chest and she felt terrible memories flood her head and she froze in her place. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at the person in front of her.

"Soojin?" The figure, her father asked and she heard footsteps approach them but she didn't turn around to look at who it was as her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

"Ya, Kang Soojin. See, I'm early..." Seojun trailed off as he noticed the presence of another figure around her.

"Get out." She said with anger in her voice as it broke in the end.

"Soojin..." Her father asked again.

"GET OUT." She screamed as both the figures around her remained still in their place, while one was in shock and the other was worried. She waited for a while for her father to leave and when she noticed that her father wasn't leaving anytime soon, she turned the other way and walked past him as Seojun looked at her and followed her outside.

"Soojin?" He called out as she kept walking.

"Soojin?" He called louder but she still didn't stop, her vision was blurry with the tears that kept running down her cheek and she kept wiping them off aggressively. He ran towards her and held her hand to stop her and she turned around to snap at the person who did that but she couldn't when she looked at who it was.

"Come with me." He said softly as he took her to his car and both of them sat inside in silence, he started the car and drove to her apartment. When they reached, she got out without saying a word to him and walked towards the elevator. He locked his car and ran behind to stop her. He was surprised how she managed to get into the elevator in the time he locked his car.

"Soo jin?" He called as he finally caught up with her in front of her apartment and she stopped in her tracks.

She didn't turn around and sniffled quietly.

"Are you alright?" He asked hesitantly. He heard no response, tears didn't stop flowing down her cheeks. His heart dropped at the sight in front of him, he didn't like watching her cry, it hurt him and he didn't understand why it did, but it did. He hesitantly walked closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Say something." He said and at that moment she turned around, wrapped her arms around him and broke down in his arms. He was taken aback but he caressed her back slowly to calm her down. She hicupped as he stayed still and let her let it all out.

After a very long time, she finally stopped and let her hiccupping self dettach from him feeling a little embarrassed but he didn't care about it. He held her face and brushed the remaining tears off from her face and gave her a small smile.

"I don't know who that was and what happened. But, all I'll tell is, our past never defines us, it's behind us, it's like a closed book, you are not what you were years ago and I know that after getting to know you in the time we spent together in past few months. Don't let it bother you too much. Okay? Take care." He said as she looked into his warm brown eyes wordlessly and nodded, while she did that, a warm feeling spread all over her body at the closeness of his face and the softness of the tone of his voice and her heart fluttered in her chest.

"Call me if you need anything, but for now, go rest, when you feel better give me a call and no, I didn't forget that meal, we will go grab it when you feel better. Alright?" He asked as she nodded in his palms.

"Good night." He said and smiled at her before letting her go.

"Good night." She managed to croak out as she walked towards her apartment.

She walked in and waved at him and he waved back at her and walked away. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she closed the door and leaned her back against it.

It was ironic how someone who once called her a piece of trash and despised her so much comforted her and said that what she did in the past doesn't define who she is now.

A sudden realization hit her like a truck. How was she so oblivious to it? She wondered.

She never felt comfortable around anyone in her life but in Seojun's arms, it felt as if she belonged there. The way he caressed her calmed her wrecking nerves, it just made her feel safe there and as much as she didn't want to accept it and as much she was afraid of being heartbroken again, she knew at the moment that much to her dismay she developed feelings for someone who will look at her the way a friend does, again.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Partner in crime.

PROMPT by @gaitwae 's 1.1K writing challenge:

You drop your (insert item), witnessing the last thing you thought you’d ever see. Now, you’re standing next to the last person you ever thought you’d meet. Without breaking eye contact, they tell you, “You’re in trouble because of this. Follow me.”

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: swearing? Idk.

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“Oh, God. What a fool. How could I’ve slipped that, from all things I could’ve said instead?”, you muttered angrily, splashing some cold water on your face. Your lips, paler than ever, trembled. Ever the slightest, but a tremble nonetheless. Your hands hovered over the bruised cheek. The open scar stung a little. It didn’t matter, for now you were doomed with the Avengers. Hopefully, the plan remained untouched. It was too early to know.

The hospital corridor was emptier than last time. Brighter, even. White incandescent lights that blinded anyone who just woke up. And the smell, oh God. You would never get used to that smell of benzoin tincture and death. They’d always put you the nearest to the morgue they could; you even started wondering if it was his doing. A subtle mockery to let you know look how we can have fun while on the verge of our ruin.

Your phone rang, filled with unread messages from when you were passed out.

Happy

Call me when you’re up. I’ll update you on their debate.

15:36 hs

Happy

Tony’s defending you but the rest wants you out.

15:39 hs

Happy

Tony’s not winning, surprisingly. Thor’s joined the discussion, not sure where he stands.

15:42 hs

Happy

He sits, lmao.

15:42 hs

Happy

That was Peter. Ignore him. Thor’s not on your side either. He said something about his brother and you being part of the whole mess. What’s up with that? You know him?

15:43 hs

If it wasn’t bad enough, now Loki was in the picture too. Wouldn’t surprise you Thor had already figured out your whole plan. And now Happy Hogan, the second most cautious person you’d ever meet, had his eyes on your relationship too. Well, not eyes. Barely a you know him? And not a relationship either. More like a crushing ship, sinking in the distance, without any kind of signals to alert the mainland about it. But something dangerous, be that as it may.

You read the last message before texting him back. Someone had to pick you up, and that someone wouldn’t be very happy about it.

Happy

They’ve come to an agreement but will talk with you first. Sorry.

16:20 hs

Wow. It took them a bit more than half an hour to decide to kick you out. They must’ve had stronger arguments than you’d initially thought. It’s not like you were the only one screwing up. But, to be fair, you screwed up more often.

What happened?

16:44 hs

Immediate response. Not good.

Happy

They caught your lies. I’m a block away. We talk in the car.

16:44 hs

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no. That could only mean one thing.

You didn’t have any time to escape, but you still looked through the windows. They caught your lies, fuck. Fuck you, fuck them and fuck the asshole you fucked. Even now he’d be messing up your life, wouldn’t he? This was all his fault and you’d get all your plans ruined because of him. The only thing you wanted was the damn prize for his head, and him out of sight.

Sentiment.

But then, as you reached for the doorknob, a familiar voice stopped you. You dropped your phone, witnessing the last thing you thought you’d ever see.

You were standing next to the last person you ever thought you’d meet. Without breaking eye contact, she told you:

“You’re in trouble because of this. Follow me”.

And, without hesitation, you took her hand. You shouldn’t have, you thought later that day; but who refuses to a Goddess, the Queen, the Allmother, the mother of your secret lover once she knows everything? Once she knows you fucked up and, dear, how badly you did, you can’t escape her. You can escape, though, the awful talk you’d have to the Avengers about your lies. Your long, long, list of lies. And it all came back to him. The God of them, of course.

In the throne sat Allfather with a menacing look on his eyes. A sight you’d never forget. How threatening he looked. How upset, yet how calmly he managed to stay. He spat on his words as he said things you didn’t want to hear. What was there to lose, anyways? Loki must’ve been there by then, and you didn’t get any messages about it. He was supposed to alert you once he’d done it, yet there you were, trapped with both King and Queen of Asgard, while he was… what? Still hanging around? Doing the things he wanted to do once he got out of the dungeons? Enjoying some ice cream?

“No more lies”, called Odin. “Though you seem to have a liking for them, or for who guards them…”.

“Excuse me, what are you suggesting, your Majesty?”.

“We know all about your affairs, and your plans too. What was it? How long were you going to wait until a number showed up, valuing him as most wanted?”.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, your Highness”, you lied.

“Is he part of the plan too? Once you managed to break him out of the cell, you’d put him out a second time and share the pay? Or is this only your side of your plan, and you’d keep the pay and throw him into the dungeons to rot again?”.

“Must I say”, you inquired, cocking an eyebrow, “with all due respect, I’m not exactly the one throwing him to rot in there”.

“And he will not be the only one rotting in there, either. Chain them up”, he ordered, as three guards restrained you. You fought, but not enough. “Do you think we didn’t know about this secret little business you two managed? Once we realized he couldn’t have possibly made all that Midgard thing on his own, we thought, who could possibly have helped him through?”.

You lowered your head and sighed. Fuck.

“Apologies for the delay”, interrupted Loki, kicking the room’s doors open. “Traffic is terrible nowadays”.

“Took you long enough”, you groaned as he ran up to you.

“Don’t let him touch them! Chain them up faster!!”, yelled Odin.

He teleported himself by your side to fasten things up. Touching your shoulder, managed to teleport both of you away; just before they could chain you and make his magic useless.

As you two faded, the green halo remained in the Palace’s biggest room, reminding the asgardians Queen and King that maybe, just maybe, they couldn’t actually control both of you. Not at the same time. Not together.

“My dearest and most obnoxious coworker”, he said, laying by your side on the grass of the least known part of Midgard, “we might need a new plan”.