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[the-starry-skye]

happy cancer season! 🌊♋🫧🌙

some of my favourite fictional cancers: belly conklin, queen anna, daisy johnson, steve rogers, elena gilbert, winston schmidt, cress darnel, rapunzel

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hump day, wooooo.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Strange how you never found comfort at home. Well, it never felt like one for you. You were always just a hanger-on. A burden. 

As you enter your grandma's house, you can't help but exhale the tension you've been holding in. She's in her chair, reading, not a word at your arrival. You go into the kitchen, set on eating the frozen meal you lost your appetite for the other night. 

You peel back the corner on the tray and shove it in the microwave. As you shut the door, you nearly wince at the unexpected figure in the doorway. You don't know if you're really surprised or if Andy has you jumpy. Both. 

"Want some coffee?" You offer your grandmother, hoping to appease her. "Tea?" 

She grumbles and waves you off, shuffling across the tile in her slippers. She crosses her arms and her lip sticks out, "nice of that man to come all the way down here like that." 

You turn your attention back to the countdown and shrug, "yeah." 

"He didn't need to just for all that. For you, did he?" She prompts. Her interest both irks and worries you. She never cared about anything. "And after losing his family." 

"Right, yeah, it's tough," you twiddle your fingers at your side. 

"Don't sound so heartbroken," she scoffs, "Christ, wasn't that boy you're friend?" 

You face her as the microwave beeps, "grandma..." you can't tell her. If she even bothered to listen, she wouldn't believe you. She doesn't even know Andy and she's already taking his side. Typical. "Yeah, I'm sad. Guess I'm a bit in shock." 

You turn back and take the too hot tray out, holding back a hiss at the singe in your fingertips. You spin and cross the kitchen to grab a fork. Your grandma huffs and putters after you.  

"He sent them flowers," she says. 

You stir the noodles and cheese, "he did." 

"Fancy. Expensive." 

You don't really get why she's still harping on. She didn't put so much mind to your prom or graduation or even when you got your job. Yet you can't be surprised where she's strayed; she's always been on you about money.  

"Seems to me he's a bit lost," she says, "you're..." she weighs her words before she speaks, something she rarely does, "maybe he's tryna find some direction. He might... might wanna take care of ya." 

"Huh?" You make a face and glance at her from the corner of you eye. 

"Like, I dunno, I watch those talk shows, grief is something nasty. I would know," she goes on. You can't remember the last time you heard her talk so much. "He only got-- had the one kid. You're about the same age... maybe he's tryna, I dunno, replace what he lost." 

You nearly laugh in her face. Really? This is what she cares about? You stare at her and furrow your nose. You could tell her. You could try. She's listening. For once.  

"I don't think... it's not... I'm not his responsibility and I don't wanna be." 

"You're barely your own responsibility," she sneers, "can't see a good thing in front of you." 

"Grandma--" 

"Well? Pretty sure there's more where those flowers came from," he tuts, "you got a few hard lessons to learn, girlie. 

You look down at the macaroni. You're not hungry anymore. You grab the tray and walk away. 

"Yeah, well, maybe you shoulda tried to teach me some, huh?" You toss over your shoulder and stomp out of the kitchen. 

You go into your room and kick your door shut. How is he doing this? How is everyone, even a woman who hasn't lived in reality for twenty years, on his side? 

You put the tray and fork down and go to the other side of the bed. You sit facing the window and drop your head into your hands. The only person you have is too far away. Besides, you don't want to drag her into this. Not any more than you already have. 

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For once, you’re anxious to get to work. You welcome the distraction from everything else; debt, grandma, and the biggest problem of all, the one you won’t even name. You stroll up to the ice cream booth as Luis stands outside the window, chatting to Jessie as she stands at her vigil inside. You frown. You don’t see the manager often. Only when he hired you. 

“Ah, there she is,” Luis spots you and waves you over, “right on time.” 

As he checks his watch you pull out your phone. You’re early, like always. His presence is more than a coincidence. You have this ripply feeling in your stomach. You black your phone and cross your arms, hiding it under your elbow. 

“Hi, how’s everything going?” You ask as you approach the kiosk. 

“Everything’s great,” Luis smirks, “sunshine’s out, customers too.” 

You glance around. The picnic tables are mostly full. It is the perfect weather for a scoop. 

“Yeah, gonna be a busy shift,” you pander with a smile. 

“Hey,” Luis wags his finger as if remembering something, “before you start, let’s have a chat.” 

“Oh, alright,” you agree. 

He waves you away from the window as more customers approach. You follow him to one of the tables. You wait for him to sit before you do the same. He looks around from behind his black lenses and tilts to reach into his back pocket. He slides out his phone and brings it forward to cradle in both hands. 

“So uh, how are you liking it? The work?” He asks. 

You’re uneasy. You stare at his cell then look him in the face. 

“It’s good. Steady,” you answer as you keep your own phone in your lap. 

“Mhmm,” he hums and once more glances around, “look, this is never easy but I got a complaint--” 

You blink slowly. You’re not surprised. You figured it would happen. Still, you thought maybe Andy might be above that. Or anything at all. 

“Obviously, I take these things seriously. This business is all about customer service, especially with the Dairy Queen down the block,” he explains, “but I do try to give the benefit of the doubt. I checked the cameras.” He pauses for effect as you shrink down, “you closed the window.” 

You sigh and heave out a breath, “I did.” 

“You know we don’t do that,” he reprimands. 

“Sir, I know but... the customer... he wasn’t a customer. He’s... bothering me.” 

He pokes his tongue into his cheek and scratches his neck, “oh? Didn’t look like that type. When I spoke to him, he didn’t even seem upset. He just asked me to check in, really, but it’s not his shop. He don’t gotta worry about the bottom line. I do.” 

“It won’t happen again,” you wisp out. 

“I know it won’t,” he says. 

You sit, waiting for him to continue. He just stares at you. You shake your head. No. 

“Sorry, I gotta let you go.” 

“What? It’s my first complaint--” 

“This is an ice cream shop, how many of those do you think we get? Not very hard to keep the people happy so if you’re getting unhappy customers, well, that’s all I need to know.” 

“Please, Luis, I need this job--” 

“Shouldn’t have closed the window. I’m sorry. That’s the one rule.’ 

“God, I--” you huff and snarl, “whatever. Fine.” You stand and untie your apron, “get your bottom line.” 

You toss the apron on the table and swipe up your bag. You turn without waiting for another empty apology. Fuck. It’s shitty but hey, there’s always the DQ and now you have experience, right? 

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You fill out an application for the Dairy Queen and a few other places. Your job hunt has been chronic as it is. It’s only that your search for a second gig, is now back to square one. You have only your last check coming to you before you’re digging into your meagre savings; the money meant for tuition. 

Your grandma is back to living in her novels. Good. You didn’t realise until before how much you preferred it. 

As you close yourself in your room, your phone vibrates. You look down at the message. It’s him. He’s been messaging, still thinking he might talk you into it. He is a lawyer but this isn’t his court. This is your life. 

How pathetic. A grown man meddling in the affairs of a nineteen-year-old. If you could let go of the catfishing, everything else has assured you of his character. You flop onto your bed and swipe away his texts. 

You wallow there for a while. In self-pity, in futility, in listlessness. You don’t know what to do. Everything is at a standstill. You have no job, you don’t know if you can pay for next semester, let alone the year, and you’re stuck in this deadbeat town. 

You put on a video to try to drown out the incessant anxiety. Today, you’re just going to let yourself sink. You can deal with everything tomorrow. You close your eyes and yawn, drifting into a haze that makes your head fuzzy. 

You’re roused by another vibe of your phone. You ignore it. He’s not going to get an answer. He can keep skirting around your blocks but you’re not wasting your energy. You’ve told him enough times to leave you alone. He has to get bored eventually. 

You roll over and bury your head in the pillow. You hear your grandma clunking around in the kitchen. You hate this place. You hate your life. The more you think about it, you can’t deny how horrible it really is, especially in the shadow of your dwindling future. 

What did you do to deserve this? You’re a good person. At least, you’ve always tried to be. It feels like a lot of karma for that Twizzler you stole when you were eight. 

Your grandmother keeps up the racket and your phone keeps on buzzing. You flip over and sit up. You snatch up the phone and stop yourself from flicking your thumb sideways. It isn’t him. It’s Kara. You never did call her back. 

You answer and put her on speaker, “hey, sup?”  

“Hey,” her voice is shaky, “uh, I don’t know.” 

“What?” You sit up straighter, “is everything--” your voice trails off as you listen to the commotion on her end; chatter you can’t make out, movement obscured through the speaker, “what do you mean you don’t know?” 

“The cops are here,” she murmurs, “I don’t know. They just showed up. Said they got a call from the landlord or something. Cause it’s the property owner, they can just come in or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know...” Her voice quivers with panic, “me and Calvin were just hanging out...” 

“That’s... why would they--” 

“Shoot, I think...” she lowers her voice, “they must’ve found his stash. Shit, shit.” 

“Kara?” Your heart races as you try to keep track of what’s going. 

“Miss, can you please hang up the call? We need to question you,” a deep voice interjects. 

“One second, I’m just on the phone with--” 

“Miss, hang up or you’ll be charged with obstruction.” 

The line cuts and you gape at your phone. What the hell? You try to dial back, the call rolls through but doesn’t pick up. You try again and again. You get out of bed and pace, texting Kara helplessly. Shit, shit! How is this happening? Over what? A tiny dime bag? Everyone smokes, not that you’re the biggest fan. Too smelly for you. 

You put your hand to your forehead. What do you do? You can probably get a bus ticket. Even if you get to her, the bond is going to be way more than you can afford. You doubt you’ll even be able to scrape it together.  

Do you call her parents? No, they’d kill her, then she’d kill you. 

You shake as your legs turn to jello. You sit back down and close your eyes. Holy crap, this can’t be real.  

Your phone vibrates. It doesn’t stop. You look down at the incoming call. Unknown Caller. You’re not stupid. You know it’s him and his timing assures you he had something to do with this. This isn’t a coincidence. Those don’t exist. If there was any sort of luck in this world, you would have found some by now. 

“What?” You put the phone to your ear and snarl. 

“I can help your friend,” he says. 

You’re silent. You want to scream at him. You want to swear at him. You want to call him every nasty word you can. But this isn’t about you, not just you. You brought Kara into this mess, even if you never meant to. You won’t let her pay for your stupidity. 

“Meet me at Oxford and Maris. There’s a restaurant--” 

“Fine,” you snip and hang up. 

You lower your phone and shudder. He won. Given his career, he must be used to that. 

[orchidniins]

Forehead Kisses | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Arthur being the biggest green flag and taking care of his sick partner. Pairing: Arthur TV x gn!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word count: 1.3k+ A/N: Short one to start the week. I have a ton of requests that I'm currently working on at the moment (honestly I'm a lot slower at writing than I thought) and I'm hoping to get out 2 longer fics next week (if work doesn't keep me busy that is) 🤞 Thanks anon for the request! Hope you enjoy!

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As you step into your apartment, the door creaks softly behind you. You clutch your forehead, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your pounding migraine. Each step you take only worsens your body pains, leaving you feeling as though you've been hit by a truck. You shed your jacket and kick off your shoes, your body craves rest, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed. However, thoughts of the work you still have to complete nag at you, not wanting anything to pile up for the rest of the week.

Tossing your keys onto the table, the loud clatter disrupts the quietness of the room and you mentally curse yourself. You try to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Arthur, who had mentioned his plans to live stream for a few hours today. And despite your best efforts, an uncontrollable fit of coughing wracks your body, sending a sharp pain shooting up to your head again. You groan out in pain, unable to ignore the discomfort.  

Arthur was in his office in the midst of a live stream, chatting away with his viewers when he heard you from the living room. Pausing the game he was playing, he swiftly excuses himself from the stream, taking off his headset and exits the room.

You glance towards his office, the soft click of his door catching your attention. Upon spotting your red nose and sunken eyes, he doesn't hesitate for a moment, swiftly hurrying to your side. "Hey, darling, are you okay?" His voice is laced with genuine concern as he assesses your condition.

"I just had a bit of a headache, so my boss sent me home early," you shrug as you explain, trying to downplay the situation. "It's probably nothing, maybe just because it's cold and windy outside—" Your sentence is cut short by cough, prompting Arthur's concerned gaze. "Why didn't you tell me before you left for work?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "How long have you been feeling like this?", his hands come to rest on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"You see, this is why," you remark, sounding slightly exasperated. "Weren’t you going to stream today?" Arthur immediately responds, "Don't worry about that, darling," he assures you, still just as worried.

"I'm fine, babe," you quickly reassure him, not wanting to worry him any further, knowing he'll drop everything to take care of you. "I'm feeling better now that I'm home. I'm actually gonna get some work done." But before you can continue, Arthur shakes his head adamantly. "No work, absolutely not. You need to rest," he insists firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he gently guides you towards the bedroom.

“But…I don’t want stuff to pile up”, you attempt to protest. But Arthur remains resolute, his gaze soft as he looks at you caringly. "There are others who can handle your work for now," he insists gently. "Right now, you need rest, medicine, and some tea." 

You look back at him with a small pout, hoping to sway him, "Off to bed you go," he says, as you two step into the bedroom.

"But Arthur," you begin, whining, but he cuts you off with a pointed look. "No, Y/N," he says, giving you a pointed look.

Finally, you concede, a sigh escaping your lips. "Fine, I'll sleep for an hour, but promise me you'll wake me up so I can finish up work." Arthur simply nods, accepting the small victory.

After changing out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, you sit down on the bed "Just stay put, I'll get you the medicine," he says, but you attempt to get up from bed, insisting, "No, no, it's fine, Arthur, I'll get it myself." However, he gently pushes you back down. "No, I've got it,"

"But what about your stream?" you worry, but Arthur dismisses your concern with a laugh. "Just sleep, darling," he urges before leaving momentarily to fetch the medicine. Returning with water and the medicine, he hands them to you. "Here, take it," he instructs, watching as you comply before he helps you settle into bed.

"Do you need more pillows or a blanket?" Arthur asks, but you quickly decline, insisting that you're fine. "You just get back to your stream. Don't leave your viewers staring at an empty chair," you joke weakly. Arthur chuckles, "You just worry about getting better," before you interject, "It’s literally nothing, Arthur. I’ll be fine after a small nap. Just make sure you wake me up in an hour okay?" He responds with a sarcastic chuckle, “Yeah sure darling”, and you soon start to feel yourself getting drowsy. He brushes the hair out of your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room.

Ignoring your request, Arthur allows you to sleep for as long as you need to, making sure to check up on you every 15 minutes or so. If he hears even a peep from the bedroom, he excuses himself from his stream to ensure you're okay or to make sure you've taken your medicine, sitting beside you until you drift back to sleep.

After another 30 minutes or so, Arthur decides to end his stream early, apologizing to his viewers before quietly slipping back into the bedroom to check on you. He walks up to you and sits beside your sleeping form, noticing a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead. Gently grabbing a towel, he wipes it, causing you to slowly wake up. "Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep," he quickly apologizes, feeling slightly guilty for waking you. However, you decide to sit up in bed, “No it’s fine,” you say, giving him a small smile.

He smiles softly and leans in to kiss you on the forehead, gently rubbing the sleep marks on your face. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Better," you reply with a slight smile. "My head doesn’t hurt as much." Leaning to grab a tissue, you blow your nose before asking, "What time is it?"

"It's around 7 pm," Arthur responds gently. "You've been asleep for about 3 hours."

"You told me you’d wake me up," you start to say, your tone slightly whining.

"Yeah, but you are really sick," Arthur interjects gently. "You don't need more work, you need to rest."

"But—", you begin to speak, but then you cough, a sharp pain shooting to your head. You look at him sheepishly as you groan, finally accepting, "Yeah, fine. I’m sick."

Arthur nods understandingly as he laughs at your admission. "I'll be right back, let me get you some tea," he says, getting up before quietly leaving the room.

He comes back after a few minutes, finding you sitting with your eyes closed, leaning against the headboard. As he walks in with the tea and more medicine, setting them down on the nightstand, he sits on the bed next to you, causing the mattress to dip slightly and the movement wakes you up.

"Hey, I’ve got your tea," he says softly, offering you the cup. "It'll help with your throat."

You pick it up and take a sip, feeling the warmth trickle down your throat, soothing the ache.

You look at him with a small smile, "Thank you, baby."

Arthur smiles warmly, replying, "Anything for you, love. You know I always wanna take care of you."

"I love you," you say softly, placing your palm on his hand that was resting on the mattress.

"I love you too, more than anything," Arthur responds, his eyes filled with affection.

His hand comes up to gently rub your cheek. As he leans in for a kiss on the lips, your hand comes up to cover his mouth, saying, "No, you'll get sick too. And then I’ll have to take care of you, and you’re the clingy type when you’re sick."

He feigns hurt for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Okay, okay, forehead kisses only," he agrees, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a smile from you as he leans and places a kiss on your forehead.

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[pansear-doodles]

Separation of Tides

Rivulet: (I'm worried about mom… She hasn't been able to contact Five Pebbles…) (Why isn't he listening to her? Can't he see she's hurt?) (I don't understand…) … (Huh?) Hey! Are you a slugcat? … You don't look so well. Maybe mom can fix you up. … Moon: Bring them closer to me Ruffles. Rivulet: Are they a slugcat? Moon: Yes but… There are no records of their body’s blueprints. Nor is it reasonable to assume that extreme adaptations are possible through… natural means. …? What's this that they were holding in their bag? A… pearl? Rivulet: Was that… inside of them? Moon: Based on the giant scar on their chest and the strange biological attachments, it appears so. We will read it later, but right now we need to help your little friend of yours. They're in a critical state- I'll try my best to patch up their wounds. There. There. It'll be okay. You've come a long way. … Spearmaster: (Thank… You…) Moon: What is your title? Spearmaster: (I… I don't really have a title… But my colleague calls me Spearmaster.) Rivulet: Wah! Where is that voice coming from! Moon: Ruffles be nice! Spearmaster: (No it's okay.) (I'm able to talk thanks to wind manipulation via my spear holes.) (It's kinda quiet though…) (I was sent to your facility grounds to deliver a message to Five Pebbles by Seven Red Suns.) (The situation happening between you and him- info about it was spread throughout the local group. I was sent as a possible means to stop Five Pebbles from threatening you by delivering the-) (The pearl! Where is it?) Moon: It is right here. I've… read its content before you woke up. Spearmaster: (… I've been guarding this with my life to deliver it to you, because I don't know what to do.) (I thought that… once I deliver it… everything will go well as planned, just like what my creator would say before departing my home… But it didn't.) (…) Moon: I'm sorry. … I was not aware of the extent to which these affairs had reached the wider iterator populace. Nor was I aware of the lengths that the others were going in their attempts to get into contact with us. If only I could… … I do have one request. Brave messenger, do you mind if I rewrite the contents of this pearl? After all, it already served its original purpose. Spearmaster: (What will you do with it?) Moon: I will attach a broadcast key to it, signed with my communications serial. Spearmaster: (I'm alright with it.) … Rivulet: MOM! Mom please stay with me! Moon: Rrr r u f ffles I-I i. sorry sorry sorry … T-there. Please listen carefully Spearmaster. To the far west of here, past the silently towering chimney stacks of Five Pebbles' complex, you will find a place of sunbaked lands with beautiful flora that straddle the clouds. There is a communications array located there. It is the nearest one that may still be functioning. Its systems should recognize and respond to my signed broadcast key. If you could please stop there on your return trip to Seven Red Suns, I would be very grateful. This is my only hope to get a message out to the local group. Spearmaster: (So you have no answer to resolve with Five Pebbles?) Moon: …I'm afraid not. Spearmaster: (… Understood.) Rivulet: Mom? Mom! You're not leaving! Your structure is NOT going to erode! Moon: I'm sorry Ruffles. There's nothing I can do. Rivulet: Stop it! Stop saying these things! TELL ME YOU'RE GOING TO BE ALRIGHT! … [Continued in reblog/reply]

[cheeseceli]

When I was your man

Pairing: idol!Bang Chan × gn!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: alcohol consumption (nothing much tho, it's barely there)

Request: ok so as much as i hate sad fics, i have an amazing idea that is definitely going to break many hearts... when i was your man by bruno mars, as inspiration for a chan fic.

A/n: ik this is inspired by when I was your man but listen to "shot glass of tears" by jungkook and "million reasons" by lady gaga, it really adds to the experience

He could just call you. He knew you would pick up and listen to what he had to say, even though it was probably going to be nonsense. Even if all he had to say was bullshit and excuses, you would listen. You could even give him another chance. But that time, he didn't want that.

No, horrible wording, Bang Chan thought to himself. Of course he wanted another chance. He loved you so much that all he could think of, even when the alcohol was all over his brain and the members and staff were talking about the new comeback, was when he'd get another chance to see you. I'm still not over with all the work for today. Tomorrow we have rehearsals. The day after that we have recording. We probably have something to do later as well, but I can't recall what it is. I don't think I'll have the time this week.

Oh, that was one of the problems. Time. Or the lack of it for that matter. He'd always be late for dinner and would always miss breakfast. In the beginning you thought it was understandable, although you never liked it. But as time went on, you felt you were dating a ghost: the only thing that guaranteed you had a boyfriend was the same old message he would sent you before any date. "Won't be able to make it. I'm sorry. I love you." After receiving so many texts like this in the spam of the last six months, you started to doubt the last two sentences.

But he was sorry. And he loved you. He was planning on how he could show you this now. Maybe he should buy you flowers. You've always liked it, you felt as it was romantic. But there's nothing romantic in excuses that hold no regret. Your words, not his. Won't buy flowers. Yeah, he'd already tried that one before.

Maybe he should take you out. A real date. He'd show up this time, he was sure of it. But would you? He remembers the episode of last week. He showed up after what felt like an eternity without seeing you. But you stood him up. At first he thought it was a little revenge. He would've deserved that if that was the case. But you weren't playing any games. You had just given up. How can you call it a date if you don't look at my eyes throughout it, just because you're to worried a paparazzi will show up? You can't even bring yourself to hold my hand. He read the message you sent at least a hundred times, enough for him to know it by heart and for those words to follow him everywhere he goes. It was the last text you sent him.

He could've called. You would've picked up. He knew you were just looking for a reason to stay, though you had a million reasons to quit. But you still had faith. You still loved him. Right now you were probably looking at your ceiling with teary eyes, trying to make the worst seem better. He knew you that much, and he knew you well.

But he didn't know himself that well. He didn't know then that he was able to put his pride aside. He didn't know that you weren't looking for a grand gesture. He didn't know that he was enough. You just wanted him, and he wasn't able to give it to you. He should've called. But he didn't.

If he had called you, you would've heard him. You would've believed in whatever he had to say. You wouldn't be dating someone new. Someone who has time for you. Someone who gives you flowers without trying to use it as an apology. Someone who's not afraid of being seen with you and holds your hand. The things he could've been to have you by his side if he had tried a little more.

Yeah, he should've called.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

[spooky-bunnys]

This is a birthday request by my friend @caffine-goth-moth Happy Birthday Mothy!

It was the day Tenjiku had been looking forward to. (Name)'s birthday. Which has sent Tenjiku into an uproar. Especially since (Name) has become an important member of Tenjiku. He also became someone important to the main Tenjiku members as well.

(Name) smiled as he twirled around. He was currently at his favorite park spending time with his closest friends. (Name) heard yelling and stopped twirling. He sweat-dropped. He forgot his brother came along.

(Name) sighed and turned towards the yelling. He saw his brother and his friend Hanma fighting. Well more like Hanma annoying his brother while trying to flirt with him. (Name) groaned and turned to his other friend Kisaki. "Saki what did I do to deserve this." He asked pouting.

Kisaki sighed. He himself wonder whay the two have done to be stuck with the two childish males. Before he could answer he was cut off by the two said males yelling for (Name). (Name) ignored them and asked Kisaki which book he was reading. The two males yelled for (Name) again. They were still ignored.

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Back at the hideout the a team made up of the gang was trying to decorate. The hint word of "trying". To be honest there was more fighting then actual decorating. They had set up a plan to throw a surprise birthday party for (Name). There was 3 teams.

Team A was the distraction. Which was of Hanma, Kisaki, and unfortunately Shion. They were tasked to keep (Name) distracted while they set everything up.

Team B was on decorating duty. Which was of Ran, Kakucho, and Izana. They were tasked to set up the tables, music, food, and the actual decorations. Which wasn't going too well.

Team C was getting the gifts and birthday cake. Rindou, Mochi, and Muto were tasked with this. Since they knew (Name) very well and could use a car.

Kokonoi had personal matters to attend to so he was sadly missing the party. Although he had wished the male a happy birthday and sent him money as a gift. Saying he would need it after today.

Poor Kakucho was stuck with his King and Ran constantly fighting and aruging on what went where. It was getting to the poin where he was ready to snap and just sit them into corners like children. Well he knew his King would kill him for that. But in his opinion they were acting worse then toddlers.

He sighed as he watched Ran and Izana fight over which balloon color would (Name) would like better. Ran was saying Purple while Izana was aruging Red. Kakucho rubbed his temple groaning. Gaining their attention.

"Kakucho which do you think (Name) would prefer?!" Ran angrily asked him. Izana quickly fired back. "He obviously agrees with me!" Kakucho wished the others where back from getting the cakes and gifts. "Neither. (Name)'s favorite color is (color)."

Mochi chimed in. Coming into the hideout with multiple gifts wrapped. Rindou walked in after him holding the cake. Finally Muto joined them pushing in a bike. Kakucho's shoulders sagged in relief. He couldn’t handle another argument between them. They set everything onto the tables.

Izana and Ran huffed and grabbed the balloons in (color). "Thank you. They've been fighting over this so much. It was starting to get to me." Muto chuckled and patted Kakucho's shoulder. "We get it. Just imagine if Shion was here as well." Kakucho didn't want to imagine that. Just thinking of that made his head hurt.

~

(Name)'s head felt like it was going to explode. They were now in an arcade. Hanma was still annoying Shion and the arguing was getting worse. (Name) was ready to kill his brother and friend. He groaned throwing his head back. Catching the trio's attention.

"Can you two please cut that shit out!? You've been aruging all fucking day! Its starting to literally kill me! I'm ready to call it a day guys. I don't think I can do this anymore." (Name) looked so tired and stressed. Hanma looked worried for a moment. "What about the party-" Kisaki and Shion quickly covered his mouth.

Well Kisaki covered his mouth while Shion punched him in the stomach. (Name)'s head turned. Confused. "What about what? I didn't hear that last part." Kisaki and Shion let out a silent sigh of relief. Shion quickly answers. "Movies. What about the movies? We were thinking about going." (Name) hums softly and stands there thinking.

(Name) slowly plays with his hair still in thought. While he was distracted the others were quietly discussing what to do next. They knew the party had to be set up by now. They were just waiting for a call from one of the guys. As they were discussing (Name)'s phone started ringing.

Everything fell slient as (Name) answered the call. "Hello? What? Is everyone okay?! I'm on my way!" (Name) quickly hung up and made his way to the entrance. The other three not knowing exactly whats going on. All they know is that (Name) was in a hurry and was leaving them behind.

~

At the hideout Ran has just hung the phone up and smiles at the others. Kakucho has his head in his hands groaning. While the others just stare at Ran like he was an idiot. Ran looks confused before tilting his head to the side. Silently asking the others why they're looking at him like that.

"Are you stupid?! Why did you say that!?" Izana snapped at him. Ran shrugged. "You said to get him here quickly." Izana follows Kakucho's example by covering his face with his hand groaning loudly. Muto, Mochi, and even Rindou are staring at Ran like he had just kicked a puppy.

"Your going to get your ass beat so bad when he gets here. You literally told (Name) that we were jumped and Kakucho is extremely injured." Rindou deadpanned. The others knew (Name) was ferociously protective over the youngest member. Knowing (Name) saw him as a younger brother.

So for Ran to say Kakucho was injured would get (Name) to hurry. But the way he had explain how Kakucho was practically near deaths door. Is way beyond over kill. Rindou wasn't going to save his brother this time. He was getting tired of always involved when (Name) was also involved. He knew how violent the male could be.

He wasn't Tenjiku's Golden Knight for no reason. Hell he could rival against Izana! Which is kinda scary if Rindou thought hard enough about it. So an angry (Name) coming for his brother? Well Rindou will plan a somewhat good funeral for him. He wasn't getting in the middle of that. He tried it once and it didn't end well on his side.

~

(Name) quickly made his way towards the hideout. Nothing on his mind except on how his baby brother and his boyfriend could be greatly injured. Whatever gang had jumped them he was gonna rain down hell on them. Nobody messed with them and hets away with it!

(Name) threw the door opening quickly entering the hideout. He didn't pay attention to what was around him. He only cared about how Kakucho and-"Kakucho!" (Name) immediately threw him at the youngest member amd began crying. Tryig to find how injured he was but upon noticing he was fine he stopped.

(Name) completely checked him and then checked the others before snapping his head towards Ran. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDNG ME?!" (Name)'s anger could be felt from the other members who shivered from the feeling. (Name) stomped up to Ran. Grabbing his shirt collar and yanking the taller down to his eye level.

Shion went to reassure (Name) but was stopped by Izana. Who hadn't removed his eyes from the duo. Izana knows he should put a stop to the fight. But where's the enjoyment in that? Hanma was greatly confused. Kisaki was as well but wasn't as open about as Hanma. Muto had explained what Ran had told (Name) over the phone.

"He said you guys were jumped and Kakucho was injured the most and was practically dieing? How stupid can he be?" Kisaki nodded agreeing with his taller companion. Even he knew not to use Kakucho against (Name). The ohers watched as (Name) brutally kicked Ran who had fallen after getting punched in the face.

Izana then motioned Mochi towards the duo. The taller male nodded and quickly made his way over. Softly wrapping his arms around (Name) and lifting him up. Leaving (Name) stunned. Ran quietly thanked Mochi. "I didn't do it for you. I just don't want (Name) to go to jail for your murder." Ran didn't say anything as Mochi carried (Name) back to the others.

As he was set down (Name) finally looked around. Noticing the decorations and how there was a huge pile of gifts and a birthday cake. He smiled softly. "Aww you guys set up a surprise party? Thank you." The way he smiled made the former aura disappear. It made the other members smile. Glad that he liked it. Since it took a while and a lot of work if they were being honest.

~

After an hour of listening to music and them goofing around it was time for cake and gifts. Obviously Izana went first. He passed (Name) a long thin box. Confused he opened it before he grinned widely. He pulled out a gold (dark yellow) Tenjiku uniform. He giggled and started twirling again. Extremely happy with the gift.

"Thank you Izana or should I say My King." Izana frown and blushed. Brushing what (Name) said off. "Yeah well since your our Golden Knight I figured you should dress like it." (Name) smiled again thanking the male.

Then Rindou passed (Name) a small box. When opened (Name) saw a disc and was confused. "I made you a new mix of songs. I know you said you liked how I did music." (Name) smiled hugging the male. Who froze before slowly patting (Name)'s back. (Name) thanked him. Then Rindou passed him a large box. "This is from Ran. I honestly don't know whats in it."

(Name) curiously opened the box before he blushed deeply. Slamming the box shut and covered his face. The others now curious opened the box. "OI!" Shion immediately started kicking the male that was still on the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING GIVING MY BROTHER THAT TYPE OF CLOTHING!" Rindou cursed his brother before him and the others joined in on the kick fest.

Beside Mochi who quietly made his way over to (Name). While (Name) was distracted Mochi placed a necklace around (Name)'s neck. (Name) was confused at first before softly touching the necklace. Remembering almost immediately what this necklace was. He gasped gathering the others attention.

(Name) smiled tearfully before throwing himself into Mochi's arms. Thaning him over and over for it. (Name) pulled back and carefully placed his hands on Mochi's face. "Are you sure you want to give me this? I know how special it is to you." Mochi answered back witout hesitantion. "You're special to me too (Name). I can't get you a promise ring right now. But this is my form of promising myself to you."

Shion practically shook with anger at the site. He knew his gang members had different feelings for his brother. But why did (Name) have to choose Mochi of all of them. Hell he would've rather (Name) had gone for Hanma or even Ran! Shion stomped up towards the happy couple.

"Out of all the Tenjiku members you could've choosen from...you chose THE STUPID FUCKING APE!" (Name) snapped his head to his brother and frowned. "What do you mean? Aniki I thought you'd be happy for me no matter who I chose." Shion shook his head and shoved them apart. Throwing a punch towards Mochi who dodged. Before he could throw another punch, another fist was seen hitting Shion. Knocking him down.

(Name) panted in anger above him. (Name) immediately threw another punch. Landing it and practically trapping his brother on the floor. After a few more punches were thrown (Name) stopped. Shion grimaced as tears hit his face. His eyes widened upon seeing (Name) cry. It had been what felt like a long time to see him like this.

"I'm so fucking tired of this. You treat me like shit and expect me to always forgive you and to always do what you say." (Name) slowly stood up and put his foot on his brothers chest. "I will only say this once. So listen good and well." Everything was silent besides (Name)'s heavy breathing. "I'm your brother. Not your servant. Not our mother. Not your wife. Your BROTHER!"

Everyone watched not knowing what to do. "I always cooked and cleaned after you. I patched you up after fights. I practically raised you. You said you'd change after last time. But I guess you lied and you of all people know how much I hate liars." (Name) glared angrily at Shion. "Either get your shit together or get out of my life. I'm your younger brother. I grew up faster then you did. Now for once I'm actually happy. So if you can't accept that. Then I don't need you."

(Name) removed his foot before going outside. Nobody moved. Not until Mochi quickly made his way to follow (Name) did the others (beside Ran) start moving. Rindou squated above Shion. The others surrounded the male. They all had disappointed looks on their faces. "Get your shit fixed or get out of Tenjiku." Izana spat before they moved to clean up.

~

(Name) sat outside trying to calm himself down. He didn't mean to snap like that. He was just tired of the way he was treated. He was always the outlet of his brother anger. Not physically but mentally and verbally. He brother ignored him until he was needed. But around others he'd act like he cared and would throw on the over protective brother act.

(Name) didn't move. He just sat there knees to his chest. His head in his knees. He couldn’t stop crying. He's trying to calm down but he's just getting more and more angry. He heard footsteps approach him but didn't move. Not caring who was there. He felt something being draped over him. Then an arm wrapping around him.

(Name) slowly pulled his head up sniffing. He turned and saw the sad look on his boyfriend face. (Name) just burrowed his head against Mochi's chest without saying anything. Mochi just pulled him as close as he could and held him. Not saying anything knowing nothing he'd say could help. He just wanted (Name) to remember he was there for it.

~

The next day was awkward in the Tenjiku hideout. (Name) was smiling and talking like nothing happened. Mochi who always had an arm wrapped around him just smiled tenderly at him. Nobody had seen Shion yet. When asked (Name) explained he doesn't know where he is, since he had stayed at Mochi's the night before after falling asleep on the male outside last night.

Shion finally came in sometime after 3 in the afternoon. He was red in the face and stomped towards (Name). (Name) confused and slightly worried for the male goes to ask him whats wrong before he's cut off. He quickly dodged the punch aimed at him and quickly rolls away. Missing the kick the was sent his way.

Everyone immediately jumped up and grabbed the angry Shion. Quickly subduing him. (Name) looks at him absolutely confused. Before he could ask him what was going on. He was once again cut off. "I JUST GOT THAT BIKE AND YOU FUCKING DESTORY IT!?" (Name) was now more confused. Upon seeing his confusion Shion slightly faltered.

"You did destroy my bike again didn't you?" (Name) quickly shook his head. "No I didn't even come home last night! I fell asleep against Mochi last night and as soon as I woke up w came here." Shion then slowly turned to the said male who was grinning proudly at him. Shion once again was extremely angry. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Mochi chuckled and shook his head. "Brother fucker actually." Everyone froze and (Name) blushed so badly.

Lets just say Tenjiku was slowly going back to its old chaotic ways.

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hiya katie! i hope you're having a lovely evening. could i please request "27. — boxes" for....ellie and bucky, please? (or anyone you are feeling!) <3 — @shoshiwrites

A/N: Hiya Sho! I had another person ask for more of Bucky and Ellie as they settle into their relationship, so combining these two prompts if that's ok! This one is another lil interlude. Pals, I'll take more prompts from this list if you've got 'em!

When the box first arrived on Ellie's doorstep courtesy of the mailman, she set it on the kitchen table and refused to look at it for the rest of the day.

She'd stop by the cluttered table and pretend it wasn't there, worrying her thumbnail with her teeth.

"D'ya think it's a bomb?" Her brother whispers in her ear, and she jumps.

"You startled me!" She smacks at his arm, and he laughs as he ducks out of the way.

"What are we looking at? Mail?"

"It's not just mail," she says, exasperated. "It's-- it's from John's--"

Her brother picks it up, an absolutely irritating smile growing on his face. "His mother!" He squawks, shoving it at her like she hadn't already realized where it had come from, seeing the Wisconsin postmark. "Do you think he knows she sent something?"

"I suspect not, or if he did, he was too embarrassed to say anything."

Her brother laughs again, and Ellie flushes. "Don't you dare say anything when he comes for dinner."

"Aren't you going to open it?"

Ellie feels so foolish - she can't explain why she's so nervous. It's just that it's Bucky's mother, and it feels serious in a way that she wasn't prepared for.

(There's also a niggling voice in the back of her mind reminding her that John said he only got one or two letters from his mother while he was in the Stalag, and even though she doesn't know the reasoning behind it, it still makes protectiveness surge up inside her - she wishes Mrs. Egan would have sent a package to her son, instead)

It's hours later when Bucky - and Buck, she's delighted to see - arrive. Bucky has a bouquet of flowers tucked under one arm, and he's laughing as he holds open the front gate for his friend.

She loves seeing him laugh.

She pulls open the door before they can knock. Marvels at how they mirror each other - both pulling off their caps, smoothing their hair.

"Majors," she drawls.

"Ma'am," Buck greets her with an amused half-smile. "Hope you don't mind I'm crashing your dinner."

"Of course not." Ellie steps closer to pull him into a one-armed hug. His arm tightens around her shoulder. "Go on in, Dad and Henry are in the kitchen."

Inside, introductions are made. Henry tries not to look too in awe of the Majors, but at fifteen, it's hard for him to hide it.

Ellie heads to the kitchen to finish up the last of the veggie pie she's been working on - the farmer down the way miraculously still had some butter on hand, and she's been babying a pie crust all afternoon.

She smiles to herself when Bucky's familiar footfalls sound behind her. His arms slide around her waist, and she grins, even as her cheeks warm.

"Behave yourself."

He hums. "Always."

She turns around to get a good look at him. His eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles, and she hopes to see that look on his face for the rest of both their lives.

"Hello." She whispers.

He closes the distance between them. The kiss is light and chaste but still sets her heart racing. "Hi." He replies when they break apart. "You're sure you've got enough for one more person?" His expression turns concerned. "I don't want to put you out if you were planning on only feeding four."

"I have enough. You both need to eat, anyway."

He kisses her temple. "Too good to me." He mutters. He busies himself setting the table, and she hears the moment he stops short. Her eyes widen when she remembers.

"Oh!" She turns around quickly to find him frowning, the box already in his hand.

"Uh-- this is from..."

"Your mother. I got it today."

He looks at her, confused. "I... I have no idea what this is. How did she--"

Ellie fidgets. "I may have snooped the last time you left me alone in your room for a minute. I wanted your home address so I could write to her."

Bucky doesn't look angry or upset, he just looks so bewildered, Ellie could laugh. "You wrote to my..."

"Everything alright?" God bless Gale Cleven, Ellie thinks.

"Fine!" She says breezily, shoving a serving bowl and cutlery in his hands. "Set these out for me?"

He does as he's asked, but he keeps an eye on his friend. Ellie's heart clenches. She wonders how often he had to do this, had to study Bucky's expression to try to figure out if something was wrong.

"My mother sent El a package." Bucky says.

"Wedding dress?"

John gapes at his friend. Gale, on the other hand, is sporting a shit-eating grin not unlike the one Henry had earlier. "I-- we're-- why would you--"

"Relax, Egan. Just assumed."

"You think I wouldn't have told you--"

"It was a joke." Buck looks at Ellie for help. "That was a joke, Ellie."

"I know." She flaps her hands at her side uselessly. "I haven't opened it yet. I was... I was nervous! I know it's silly."

"Oh, god, Ma..." Bucky mutters, almost to himself. It makes a hysterical laugh bubble up out of Ellie. "You'd better go on then, I won't be able to eat unless I know she didn't send you my most embarrassing childhood photos."

"Neither will I." Gale deadpans.

Bucky hands Ellie the box across the dining room table, and she sets it down with nervous hands, reaching for her kitchen scissors to cut the ties.

Inside are a few bars of chocolate, which she knows Henry will swipe given half the chance, a small framed photo of Bucky in uniform, and a few sheafs of paper tucked into a brand-new leather bound diary.

She unfolds the letter first, muttering to herself about it being too much.

Bucky watches as her eyes well up as she reads, and feels himself practically vibrating as he tries to imagine what Mrs. Frances Egan has said to this woman he's pretty confident is going to be his wife one day. He's nervous and happy all wrapped up in one - he never told Ellie that he had written to his mother when he got back to Thorpe Abbotts to firstly reassure her that he was in one piece, but also to tell her that he thought he had found the woman of his dreams.

Knowing that Ellie had written to her without his knowledge... far from being upset that she kept it from him, he's touched because knowing Ellie, knowing what her own letters to him had been like, he knows she was writing to introduce herself, to tell someone important to him that she was taking care of him. He just knows it, without even having read the words.

"El?" Gale asks, and god if Bucky doesn't love seeing his best friend treat his girl like a sister. The quiet affection they have for each other already is like a balm for his soul after the last year and a half of a cold, gray, unfeeling existence.

"I'm okay," she insists, "It's-- oh, she's so nice." Ellie says, passing the letter off to John. "There's a page addressed to you; I didn't read it."

John still feels as if he's been whacked upside the head. This entire thing is so unexpected.

His mother tells Ellie (Eleanor, she had written) that she was so happy to hear from her, that she hopes Ellie has seen for herself that John was in one piece, and she talks at length about John's sisters. It makes him smile, to see how easily she's bringing Ellie into their lives.

The part, he's pretty sure, that had made Ellie cry was at the end. My son is so lucky to have someone like you to take care of him, though he'll deny he needs help at all. He's stubborn, but it sounds like you are as well. That's good - keep him in line for me. I've enclosed a journal and some stationary. Please keep writing if you'd like. The girls and I will be seeing you in person soon, I'm sure. I hope, anyway.

The page addressed to him is short and sweet. His mother writes in a vaguely threatening tone that he better make an honest woman out of Eleanor Peters soon. His heart rate kicks up when she asks if there's another, smaller box that she should send over soon.

Buck makes himself scarce after the table is set, with a knowing look at Bucky that makes him roll his eyes.

He walks over to Ellie, who is struggling to meet his eyes. He finds it so so endearing. "El." His fingers find her chin, tipping it up until she meets his eyes. "You wrote to my mother."

"'Course I did." She says, embarrassed. "Had to let her know her son was alive and well. You probably sent her half a page. 'Back from Stalag. In the hospital. Don't worry'", she mimics his deeper voice.

That pretty much is what Bucky sent home, but he doesn't admit it.

"Thank you. I hope this isn't-- I hope this didn't scare you off."

"It's too much. I can't accept this--" she says, but he's already shaking his head, hand sliding along her cheek until it threads through her hair, hand massaging her scalp in a way that is always so comforting when she does it to him.

"It's a gift. She wants you to have it, and honestly I'll be offended if you don't put that picture on your bedside table." He bats his lashes rapidly.

"Oh, shut up." She huffs, laughing. "Dinner is going to get cold."

He kisses her forehead, but lets her go, and they call her Dad, Henry, and Gale back into the dining room to sit down. Bucky regales her brother with stories while Buck chimes in once in a while to correct the record, much to his friend's chagrin, and over the rims of his glasses, her father grins at him.

This is the fullest their little house has been in a long time. Her chest tightens at the thought of leaving it behind, even if it is to go home with Bucky.

She tries to leave her worries for another day. In the meantime, she's already started to think of what she can send Mrs. Egan and her daughters in return.

Under the table, Bucky's hand finds hers, and he squeezes, like he can tell her brain is going a thousand miles an hour.

She smiles. She'll start packing a box in the morning.

[w2soneshots]

omg can you pls do a jj x reader where shes simon's sister and he catches them making out then gets all mad because he thinks jj is just being a playboy (im sry idk how to describe it 😭😭) but then realises how much they love each other

ty and i love your fics 💕💕

Not what you think -KSI

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: angst, secret relationship, arguing.

In which you accidentally fall in love with your brother’s best friend.

a/n: hey babe!! I’m pretty sure you sent in my last JJ request (correct me if I’m wrong) so I’m gonna name you 💕. Anyway let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!🙂🫶🏼

Me and JJ have been secretly dating for almost three months now. We've known each other for years since Simon's my big brother and they're best friends but just last year I realised I had feelings for him. I didn't act on those feelings so just kept them brewing inside for months because I assumed JJ didn't feel the same.

Until one night we were in a club, celebrating Calfreezy's birthday. We were both a little drunk so had some liquid confidence. He kissed me. But not a little peck, a full on make out session in the back of the club. I was shocked at first but when my brain registered that the person I'd had a massive crush on was basically showing me that he felt the same, I began kissing him back, with a slight sense of desperation and lust.

After that night we didn't talk for just under a week. Then I got a text from JJ asking if I would come round to his house to chat. I agreed, got ready and was outside his front door within thirty minutes of when he sent the message. We sat down on his couch, he was the first to speak. "How are you?" He asked. "Uh, I'm ok just a little confused." I fiddled with the hem of my top. "Confused about what?" "We kissed. You remember don't you?" I started with slight annoyance in my voice. He nodded. "Well you've been acting like it never even happened." He sighed "I'm just, you're- you're Simon's sister. We always agreed to 'never date the sister' but," he took a deep breath "I've liked you for a while now y/n, and I'm not sure if you feel the same way but-" I broke his sentence by kissing him, hard. "I'll take that as a yes then."

After that day we started dating. We already knew each other really well but he still took me out on a first date, then a second and well, now I've lost count. Since we decided to keep the relationship a complete secret we've both had to twist the truth a little. For example I told Simon that I had a boyfriend and JJ told him he had a girlfriend but we just avoided showing pictures or talking about each other.

We're planning on telling everyone this weekend at a party me and JJ planned especially, at my apartment. I'm really nervous and a little worried about how Simon will react. I spent the Friday night setting up so I could focus on getting ready on the Saturday. I bought a bunch of alcohol and some non alcoholic stuff for Tobi. When the day of the party rolled around I had a long everything shower then threw my hair in a towel while I had some lunch. By 6pm, I was fully ready. The party starts at seven. JJ came around forty five minutes early so we could talk about how the hell we were going to tell everyone (but especially Simon) that we'd be secretly together for months.

"It's gonna be fine, calm down." JJ gently rubbed my thigh as we sat on my sofa. I smiled up at him then moved myself closer to him "you're so cute." I whispered, our lips just millimetres apart. He closed the gap by pulling me into him and onto his lap so that I was sitting on his legs. My hands snaked around his neck and his rested firmly on my hips.

"What the fuck." I heard from the front door. I jumped up and my eyes widened when they met Simon's shocked face. In seconds both me and JJ were stood and making our way towards Simon. "We can explain-" JJ started. "No. You- I can't fucking believe this. She's my sister man!" Simon shouted, I flinched. "Simon we've been together for a while, this isn't something we chose. It just happened." I tried to soften the blow slightly. "What do you mean a while, how long?!" "Four months." JJ answered. "Four months! And you didn't think to tell me?!" I sighed "I was worried you'd react like this." "Well what do you expect when I find out my best friend's fucking my sister?!" My eyes widened. "It's not like that man. I love her." Simon's jaw dropped. "You love her?" JJ replied with a nod. "Oh."

"Hey guys! What's up?" Ethan burst through the door. "Uh, me and y/n were just telling Simon that we're together." JJ told him. "You what! Oh my god that's great! Isn't that great Simon!" He flung an arm round Simon's shoulder. Simon's face calmed "yea. I guess it is." A smile spread across my face. "I'm really happy for you too."

[valkyrieromanoff]

Hi! If your talking requests (so sorry to bother u if your not!!) could you do Anakin x Fem! reader based on Baby it’s cold outside? That song is literally the pinnacle of Christmas music

(+ u always eat w/ the fics)

Xoxox

BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE: ANAKIN X READER

Synopsis: you've been sent to Orto Plutonia on a mission, but end up trapped in a frozen canyon. Fortunately, Anakin came to your rescue.

Warning: fluff, kisses

Words: 2.3 k

a/n: I used reinaeiry's cover as inspiration. Thanks for the suggestion, I had fun writing it. I don't know if that's what you were expecting, but I hope you like it ;)

The council sent you on a reconnaissance mission to Orto Plutonia, after reports of suspicious activity on the planet covered in ice wastelands, tors, and snowy canyons, reached the ears of the Republic. On the surface, it was supposed to be a simple mission, just observing movements from afar and reporting anything strange, but the frigid climate disrupted your plans. At the moment, you were inside one of the huge frozen canyons, and the call for help sent to the Council was the last thing your communicator transmitted before it went dead due to the intense cold.

It took long hours for help to arrive, you were sitting on your backpack, your eyes ajar, trying to meditate, when you heard the sound of a lightsaber cutting a way through the thick snow. 

Anakin's heart swells with relief and unabashed joy as he catches sight of you, your form huddled against the cold, your presence a beacon of warmth in the frigid wasteland. He wastes no time, the smile on his lips growing wider as he switches off his lightsaber and rushes towards you.

The moment your eyes meet, a surge of love and longing courses through his veins, fueling his every step. As you jump into his arms, he catches you effortlessly, spinning you in the air with a mix of strength and tenderness that only he possesses.

His laughter rings out, a sound filled with unadulterated happiness and adoration. "I missed you," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection as he sets you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. "Are you alright? The cold... it was unbearable."

Your safety is his utmost priority, and the sight of your shivering form sends a pang of guilt through his heart. He takes off his cloak, wrapping it around your shoulders to shield you from the icy winds. "We need to get you warm," he insists, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just not used to the winter weather." You assured softly, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze for a few seconds. "I think Coruscant spoiled me with that temperate climate.

Anakin's protective instincts kick into overdrive as he holds you close, his gaze searching your face for any signs of distress. He knows that you still have a mission to complete, but at this moment, all that matters is your well-being.

"We'll find a way to finish the mission, but for now, let's focus on getting you back to safety," he murmurs, his voice filled with determination. With a tender touch, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll always be here to protect you. Always."

"We'd better get out of here before the weather gets any worse," you suggested, picking up your backpack and putting it on your back.

Anakin nodded, taking your hand, he raised a worried eyebrow. "Your hands are like ice, they're so cold" He brought your fingers close to his lips and placed soft kisses on your knuckles, reddened by the cold.

You looked at him as if to say it was nothing, that you'd think about it later when a huge block of ice rolled off one of the walls in the frozen canyon. Anakin's concern deepens as he feels the urgency of their situation. His eyes widen as the massive block of ice crashes down,  effectively sealing off your only means of escape. 

His grip on your hand tightens instinctively, a mixture of protectiveness and determination taking hold.

"We're trapped," Anakin states, his voice firm but tinged with an underlying worry. "But we won't be stuck here for long. We'll find a way out, I promise."

Anakin's mind races, formulating a plan to free you from your icy prison. He reaches for his lightsaber, igniting the vibrant blue blade, ready to cut through the thick ice if necessary. But as he moves to strike, a chilling gust of wind howls through the canyon, causing the walls to creak and groan under the pressure.

"We need to find shelter," he urges, his voice urgent. Anakin looks around, his eyes landing on a small crevice in the wall, just large enough for you to squeeze through. "There, that might be our way out."

"There must be another way," you murmurs, more to yourself than to him, though he can hear the determination in your voice. You reach out with the Force, trying to sense any disturbances or anomalies in your surroundings, hoping for a stroke of luck or a hidden passage you can utilize. But the cold and the density of the ice make it difficult to focus, hindering your connection with the Force.

"Well, until you find out, I'll keep us from freezing," Anakin said, tugging you towards the crevice, his movements fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and determination. With careful precision, he guides you through the narrow opening, making sure you are safe before following suit.

Inside the crevice, the cold is still biting, but at least you are shielded from the brunt of the storm. Anakin wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to share what little warmth you have.

"The Council will start to worry if we can't send a message," you reminded him, biting your lip fearfully.

"I know, darling, but be patient. We'll find a way out of here," Anakin whispers, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "We always do. We just have to stay strong and wait for the right opportunity."

His gaze meets yours, a flicker of concern and unwavering love shining in his eyes. "I won't let anything happen to you. We'll make it through this, together."

You sit in silence for a few minutes, warming yourself in Anakin's embrace, your head resting against his chest, as you begin to think of alternatives.

"What if we use a speeder?" You suggest thoughtfully.

"Speeders don't work out there," Anakin reminded you. "Besides, that block of snow fell on top of our speeders"

You sigh softly, your mind racing for a solution. Anakin's words ring true in your ears, reminding you of the dire situation you both find yourselves in. The cold seeps into your bones, causing a shiver to run through your body.

"Right," you mutter, your voice laced with frustration. "We need to come up with another plan then."

Anakin's arms tighten around you, his warmth providing a small respite from the biting cold. His voice is filled with determination as he speaks. "We have to stay calm and think this through. There's no point in going out if you're going to be frozen."

Anakin's mind races, searching for any other possibilities. He casts a quick glance around your surroundings, hoping to spot something that could aid your escape. And then, his eyes land on a glimmer of hope.

"What about our lightsabers?" he suggests, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes. "We could use them to melt the ice and create a pathway out. It'll take time, but it might just work."

"We'll work together, melting the ice little by little until we can make a hole big enough to crawl through." You agreed, your hope renewed as you picked up your lightsaber.

He knows that it will be a tedious and time-consuming task, but the prospect of freedom fuels his determination. Anakin's gaze locks with you, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

"It won't be easy, but we can do this," he says, his voice laced with conviction. "We've faced greater challenges before, and we've always found a way to overcome them. Together, we can make it out of here."

Anakin takes a deep breath, ready to embark on your mission of melting the ice, knowing that their unwavering determination and shared strength will lead you to victory. The ice was thick, making it difficult even for the lightsabers, it was almost as if the layer of snow repelled the heat. It took long hours for them to make a small hole, just enough to look out of, but not to get through.

"We're almost there, Ani," you said, trying to keep yourself motivated, even if the outlook wasn't the best.

"Look at the blizzard outside," Anakin said, his blue eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of the cutting wind. "'Honey, you're going to freeze out there'

Anakin's eyes flicker with a mix of determination and concern as he gazes out at the raging blizzard beyond your icy prison. He knows that time is of the essence, with the freezing temperatures and harsh winds threatening their very survival.

Anakin examines his limited surroundings, looking for materials he can use to create a makeshift shelter. His eyes land on a pile of snow-covered stones, partially buried under the ice.

"There," he points, his voice full of determination. "We can use those stones to build a small barricade against the wind. It won't be much, but it should offer some protection."

With renewed purpose, Anakin and you gather the stones, working together to stack them in a way that creates a barrier against the cutting winds. It's a slow process, made more difficult by the cold and dwindling energy, but you persevere, fueled by love and the determination to survive.

Finally, you finish building the makeshift shelter, a small alcove that protects you from the worst of the blizzard. Anakin steps back to admire your work, a sense of satisfaction taking over him.

"It's not much, but it's something," he says, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. "At least we won't be completely exposed to the cold now."

"I don't think we should give up on the exit, not yet." You insisted, still determined to finish the mission.

"What if you get pneumonia and die? I’m not gonna let that happen.” Anakin exclaimed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. “Please, let's wait here until the storm passes. And when the blizzard calms down, we'll find a way to get to safety."

Anakin takes your hand, leading you towards the cave with determined steps. As they enter the protected space, he can already feel the biting cold beginning to subside. The cave offers respite from the elements, a temporary sanctuary from the heavy snow.

Anakin pulls you close, wrapping you in his arms as you huddle together inside the rocky cave. Despite the dire circumstances, a feeling of warmth and comfort envelops you, and your united strength provides solace in the face of adversity.

"We'll get through this, darling," Anakin murmurs, his voice full of unwavering determination. "We've faced worse things together and we've always come out stronger. As long as we have each other, we can weather any storm."

You smile gently, raising your eyes to look at him. "I must confess, it's not so bad being held by you" 

Anakin's lips curl into a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

"Is that so?" he teases, his voice laced with playful affection. "Well, I must say, I quite enjoy holding you too."

Anakin leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. The warmth of his touch and the love in his actions provide a sense of comfort in the midst of your current predicament.

"We'll find a way out of here, my love," he says, his voice steady and determined. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together."

You move into his arms so that your faces are close, the intensity of the gaze you lock is enough to warm your cheeks and your heart. The closeness is intimate and gentle, just a centimeter more than your lips are together.

Anakin's breath hitches as he feels the proximity between you, the air crackling with an electric charge. His gaze locks with yours, a mix of desire and adoration shining in his eyes. The intensity of the moment sends a shiver down his spine, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and longing.

His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch feather-light yet filled with an undeniable passion. Anakin's voice drops to a low, husky whisper, barely audible amidst the howling winds outside.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now," he confesses, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of desire and love. "To feel your lips against mine, to taste the sweetness of your kiss."

Anakin's eyes flicker to your lips, his own slightly parted in anticipation. The air between you feels charged, the tension thick with unspoken desires. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment of intimacy.

As the intensity of the moment builds, Anakin's heart races with a mixture of desire and love. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, a burst of warmth and electricity surging through his veins.

The kiss deepens, a testament to the depth of your connection. Anakin's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer, as if trying to merge your souls together. In this moment, nothing else matters but the overwhelming love you share.

His lips move against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger, his kiss conveying the depth of his emotions. Anakin's touch is both possessive and gentle, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

In this stolen moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Anakin is reminded of the power of your love. It is a force that transcends time and space, anchoring you to one another, providing solace and strength.

As the kiss lingers, Anakin's heart swells with love and devotion. He cherishes every second, savoring the connection he shares with you. In this frozen landscape, your love is a beacon of warmth, a reminder of the strength you possess together.

When the kiss finally breaks, Anakin rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slightly ragged. His eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of desire and adoration.

"I love you, darling," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. "No matter where we are or what challenges we face, my love for you will never waver. Together, we can overcome anything."

Anakin presses a gentle kiss against your lips once more, before pulling you into a tight embrace. In this moment of vulnerability and strength, you find solace in one another.

[surfinminhos]

especially in love with you ♡

hwang hyunjin x female reader (fluff)

requested! ---- Lrei

!! fluff au, kissing, mentions of stress, work. 2ND PERSON POV, cuddling, clingy bf, tiny fake text part, everything fluff! microscopic angst part !!

word count: 1,073

synopsis: You and Hyunjin have been dating for 8 months, The two of you haven't parted ways since. One day you went home exhausted from work. He was clearly worried about you and let you sleep for the rest of the night. The next day you woke up to see your boyfriend out of sight. Little did you know, he was planning a little gift to remove a little bit of your stress from work. It was the best gift you'd ever received from anyone. You both love each other dearly, but this day was really 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭.

-author's note: this is my first time writing something like this, ever so you can spot a lot of mistakes throughout my posts. I would love some tips on writing on Tumblr, overall tysm for reading.-

It was a scorching hot day and you were with your boyfriend that was going to drop you off to work. You two usually walked to your workplace every morning but considering the intense heat outside, you both decided that he'll just drop you off to work in his car. It was a pretty short and quiet ride. You both liked the comfortable silence that comes every once in a while. You two reached the workplace, wiping a little sweat dripping down your forehead from the hot temperature. You said goodbye to your boyfriend and kissed his cheek."Why can't you just take the day off and spend more time with me and Kkami?" he asked, frowning. "You know I can't do that Hyune, I have to work. Speaking of work, I gotta go, I don't want to be late. Bye," you kissed his cheek again and sent him multiple flying kisses on the way to your office's entrance. You walk inside your office as a bunch of your colleagues greet you and you greet them back. "Omg, I love you hyunjinnie baby mwa mwa mwa" your best friend, (y/f/n) stated mockingly. "Oh shut up (y/f/n), you're just jealous I dated someone longer than 2 days." you scoffed, making her blush a little from embarrassment. "Whatever, I still don't trust that guy." she ranted. "Well you should 'cause I don't think I can ever leave him," you stated. You organize your stuff as you mentally prepare yourself for a long day of work.

You went home, exhausted. You plopped down on your couch, not wanting to stand up, maybe it was because of the extreme heat, or you were too tired to do so. "Hyune! I'm home!" you exclaimed as you watched your boyfriend run down the stairs to check on you. "Hey jagi, how was work?" he asked as he sat down beside you, looking like a disaster compared to him, it seemed like he had just got out of the shower an hour before you arrived, you were lying down, limbs everywhere. "It was the most tiring 5 hours of my life," you answered. "Missed me?" you asked with a cheeky smile, trying to cover the fact that you were really tired yet failing miserably the moment you heard your boyfriend's response. "Of course I did," he cupped your cheeks as he kissed you. "I know you're tired, stop trying to cover it up jagi, I've made you food, eat up and change into your pj's and I'll get ready to cuddle you to sleep," he instructed."Alriiight, help me get up first," you blurted, causing both of you to laugh as he pulls you out of the couch. After you did everything he told you, you rushed to your shared bedroom and saw Hyunjin laying down in his pj's. He was shocked seeing you've done everything he asked so swiftly. "Staring is bad y'know," you said jokingly. You ran over to the bed and lay down beside him. He tucks you in the blankets, legs intertwined as he cuddles you tightly, while you smile at his actions. "Go to sleep now, dream of me cutie" he smirked, causing you to smile and blush even more as you drift away to sleep.

*bzzzt, bzzzt* you woke up to your phone buzzing loudly, you picked it up and glanced at the time, it was 7:23 in the morning. You grunted as you stretched your arms and saw the empty space on the other side of the bed, your boyfriend had woken up earlier than you. You wonder where he could've gone as you stand up and walk lazily to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After, you hear a sudden *ting!* from your phone, indicating a message. You check your phone and see it was from your boyfriend.

"Hm, I wonder what his surprise would be" you mumble, running down the stairs. Just as you said that, you saw what he meant in the text. He made a lot of paintings, of you. He made a cake for you with something written on top "I love you jagiya!", He made a whole interactive card origami filled with letters for you and your pictures together which takes hours to make. You swore you were going to cry 'cause of all the efforts he gave making all of this. You truly didn't deserve him. He was beside the cake, he flashed his smile at you and you smiled back. "You made all this? For me? Why?" you asked, feeling flustered. "Because I saw that you were exhausted from work yesterday and I wanted to make you feel relaxed since you've been stressed the whole week," he answered. Feeling butterflies in your stomach. You two spent the whole weekend together. If only you could live in this moment forever. Night came, and you two were on the balcony, enjoying the view. "I have told you this a billion times already, but I'll say it again. I love you. So much." you stated, breaking the silence. He smiles at you and lifts your chin up to face him with his thumb, "I love you too, so, so, so much. You're my favourite person ever. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲." he says, and kisses you under the moonlight.

-END-

-author's note ~ IT'S FINALLY DONE! I sacrificed my sleep for this. send some requests! sorry if it's kinda cheesy, I tried. Stream 5 Star for 5 days of luck-

[arctichotch]

hey, i saw your send request post, currently im not feeling well so can you write captain john price taking care of sick reader? also they have some cuddles, just a very fluffy fic! thank you!! :D

hey, hope you feel better soon!

(i haven't written anything in donkey's years so excuse the potential mess below)

pairing: john price x gn!reader

warnings: sickening FLUFF, sick stuff nothing gross though, short and sweet

whilst you're here check out my character list and feel free to send me more requests

You felt like your insides were on fire. That your brain was knocking on the backs of your eyes trying to bust out of the confines of your skull. You felt like a sweaty mess and judging by the looks of sympathy you got from your colleagues walking out of your office after your boss sent you home, you looked like one too.

The journey home was a total blur and you nearly collapsed onto your couch the second you got through the door, only just having enough energy to kick off your shoes. You heard the shrill ringing and buzzing of your phone dumped by the door but there was not a single part of you that felt you could go get it.

Your eyes slipped closed, and that was that. One final thought before you fell to sleep - John will not be happy that you went to work feeling unwell this morning...

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The bang of your apartment door closing woke you suddenly.

Oh shit, you are definitely not in any position to even think of some of the self-defence John taught you, let alone using it.

Luckily, you heard one of your favourite sounds (although as much as the sound was appreciated, it still made your head throb.)

"Love, I'm home."

Shit, he was home. You had a vague remembrance of him letting you know he'd be home from his month long mission and having told him you'd take him out, treat him to dinner.

So much for those plans.

"M'here," You grumbled from your place on the couch. John rounded the couch into the living room turning on the lights, making you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to alleviate the pounding in your head. "Think m'sick."

"You look sick, yeah. This why you didn't pick up your phone, was calling you. Got worried, love." He knelt down beside you, his knees groaning at the movement.

"You shouldn't kneel like that, you'll hurt yourself, old man."

"Oi, watch it, cheeky." He placed his always freezing cold hand on your forehead. "Could fry an egg on that head of yours. Have you taken anything?"

You shook your head, burying your head into the pillow. "Okay, I'll go get some ibuprofen to try get your temperature down, then I'll get you something to eat. I assume you've not eaten anything, right?"

"Hmphh."

"What would you do without me, eh? Just wither away from the common cold." He chuckled as he moved towards the kitchen.

After he had loaded you up with ibuprofen, some toast and a whole lot of water, he set you up on the couch all tucked up with blankets and the TV loaded up with Netflix, while he took a shower (only allowed to leave after he had promised you with cuddles after he was done.)

When he came out you immediately commandeered him and his attention, snuggling up practically on top of him while watching your favourite show for the billionth time.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't do dinner. I promise this isn't just me trying to get out of paying."

He laughed, his big belly laugh that you miss every single day he is gone. "It's okay, love. I know you're really sick, poor baby."

"I feel gross and sick, and I don't want to make you sick but I really can't think of anything worse than you not being right here."

"I don't get sick, my immune system is undefeatable and you know it. You ever seen me sick, love?"

"There's always time, babe." You slipped your hand under his shirt resting it on his stomach, trying to leach some heat off him.

"You're shaking. You cold?" You nodded and he was quick to pull a blanket from the back of the couch to cover you both.

"I missed you, lots and lots." You said, just now feeling the relief of having him back safe with you.

"Missed you too, love. Hopefully got a few days off now, so I can nurse you back to health." He gave you a big sloppy kiss on your forehead, "I'll take my payment in kisses and cuddles, please. No other currency accepted."

You smiled looking up at him, "I'll see what I can work out."

[mybrokenveins3000]

Hey I just read all of your college Ross pieces and I love them!!

What about one night if reader goes out and ends up too drunk and calls Ross so he comes to pick her up and takes her home. Maybe she's trying to talk about her feelings for him but he doesn't want her saying anything she'll be embarrassed by. Or she asks him to stay the night so he sleeps on her floor

A/N: Oh. My. God.

FIRST AND FOREMOST, thank you for the love and for readingg <3 It really means the world to me. SECOND OF ALL... ANON... YOUR BRAIN IS SO LARGE. I am going to PASS OUT. Thank you for this request, my heart might just burst. I might have gone over board, this is the longest thing I've written thus far. Anyways, here goes nothing... enjoy ;)

Drunk Call - College!Ross Macdonald

word count: 1.5k

♫ Heavenly - Pale Waves

This party is excessive and headache-inducing - the music is bad, the people even worse. You don't even know why you're here. When your flatmates asked "why that party?", you simply replied, "just for something to do".

You're slumped down by the foot of the couch, tangled between legs, empty bottles, empty cups. No matter how much you hammer at the side of your phone, all that blinks back is a fat 0%.

The liquor is not sitting right in your stomach, you're not in the mood, and each thrum of bass reminds you of him.

You haven't seen Ross for what feels like forever. He had gone back to his hometown for the week whilst you stayed in the city. There was something noticeably different about the setting without him, the lights felt dimmer, the air felt colder.

You were conscious not to disrupt his week at home, spending so many nights staring at an untouched keyboard. Oh, the amount of text messages you thought up but never sent.

But you knew he would be back today, which was your main source of hope in this tragic, alcohol-punctuated moment.

Without a second thought, you pull at a semi-familiar friend's trouser leg and ask if you can borrow their phone. After a reluctant "yes", you're punching a familiar number onto the screen, then the bright and inviting call button.

The phone buzzes softly in your hand as you lift it to your ear.

Pick up pick up pick up pick up--

"Hello, this is Ross speaking."

You relax at the sound of his voice. You were beyond the border of missing him.

"Hello!!" you exclaim, loud enough to hear yourself over the music - which is to say deafening from his side of the line.

"Whoa," it's like you can hear him wincing, "is that who I think it is?"

"Mhmmm"

"Where are you? Are you okay?" You selfishly smile at the twinge of panic in his voice as he registers the state you're in.

"My phone... it died... This is the only number I know," you gulp, "off by heart."

He's speechless, already devising a plan to save you. If only you could see him now, a blushing mess, half worried, half desperately in love.

"Are you busy?" you add before he can react to the former statement.

"Uhh no, just finished practice. Where are you?"

"Oh, practice... GUYS, I'M ON THE PHONE WITH A ROCKSTAR!!" you announce with such pride to a room full of strangers and acquaintances, once again almost deafening him on the other side of the line. And yet he's hanging onto every word, even if it hurts him.

"Okay, I'm coming to get you," he laughs, "don't worry, I think I know where you are."

"My hero!" you tease, "but please come soon, the music is so bad and I miss you, Ross, I FUCKING MISS YOU--"

You accidentally hang up.

---

Not two minutes later, you see a familiar, flushed face enter the room. Did he run here?

The scene is hazy and fragmented, but you could recognise the space he takes up in any room, even in this state. Ross towers over the crowd, a vision in black denim, searching over moving heads and smoke. Then he locks eyes with you.

You wave at him, still sitting on the floor by the couch. He seems to sigh in relief, hand on his heart.

You spring up as he approaches, unaware of the bottles and cups you've knocked over. He takes you in - you, slightly unravelled but the same as ever. Still beautiful as ever.

"ROCKSTAR!" you cry as you flop into him, catching his eyes crinkling at the name. And you're back in his arms, so inviting, not so dissimilar to the comfort of home. "How did you know I was here?!" you beam at him.

"Matty mentioned it. He wasn't invited," he laughs.

"Lucky him."

You stand there in the middle of the room holding each other for a while, both revelling in how much you've missed each other. For a second, it's warm and quiet. If it took one long week and a bad party to experience this, you think, then it was all worth it.

Suddenly, the song changes to a particularly insufferable one. You both groan like you're one body, one mind.

"Let's go?" he says.

"Let's go."

---

You dance in and out of streetlights down the path to your accommodation, humming one of his band's songs, one from the night of the gig. Ross's walking right beside you, arms at the ready in case you fall or turn where you're not supposed to. Even as you stumble, he gazes at you with amazement at how beautiful you look without even trying.

"What was that thing?" you blurt out.

"What thing?" he hums in response, his alertness veiled by a sense of calm, eyes still glazed with wonder.

"You know, that thing you said when we first met? I'm someone you want to keep, was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I never said that." he teases, his playful grin giving away his lies.

You throw your arms out and scream into the night, "I'M SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KEEEEEEP!!"

He laughs awkwardly, eyes widening at your sudden outburst. But he adores you. In this moment, that's his only truth.

"Ah, okay, let's take a break"

He settles you down onto a nearby bench. You take in a deep breath of fresh air which turns into a yawn.

Your head starts to droop, but he quickly rests it on his shoulder as he lowers down to sit next to you. Always ready to take care of you, to save you when you let him.

"So suave, so so nice, so nice" you mumble drowsily, half to him, half to yourself.

"What was that?"

"You're so nice... And so good-looking," you can't stop your mouth from moving, "I really like being around you and I missed you so much, but I don't know if you felt the same!! But you're so nice, sometimes I just want to--"

"Okay, okay, that's enough," he slithers his arm around your waist and hoists you back up onto your feet before you say something you'll regret.

But he's unable to bite back a smile. In another world, he would let you speak, but he knows you and knows better than to let you talk yourself into a hole you can't escape.

Not yet, he thinks, not like this.

"Hey! You could compliment me, you know," you nag as you start walking again.

There's a pause as he really considers his response.

"...you know you're gorgeous, right?" he finally sighs, breath visible in the crisp night air, "besides, everything I'd say, I'd want you to remember."

---

He gently lays you down in your bed, but you can't seem to let go of him.

"I don't want you to go", you whine, "won't you stay?"

"For how long?"

"Stay forever."

His eyes soften as he looks down at you, your arms still clasped around his neck. Only you have the power to render him speechless like this. It's so easy for you to get what you want.

You let go of him, aggressively patting the empty side of the bed.

"Call me old-fashioned, but I don't share beds with drunk girls," he says. He takes a stray pillow and blanket, and plonks them onto the floor beside you so he can monitor you as you sleep. By this point, you've already passed out.

---

Ross can't sleep. He doesn't mind the floor, but stirs at every sound and movement you make, constantly checking if you're okay.

Throughout the night, he finds himself looking at the details of your room, at books, concert tickets, and photos of friends and family - pieces of you that he wants to know more about.

He watches you, so peaceful, in awe how he has someone like you in his life.

My life would be so boring without you, he thinks.

---

You wake up just as he walks into the room with a cup of tea. He sets the cup down by the bedside table with a soft smile. The air of domesticity is something you could live in forever.

"Hi," you mumble through fluttering eyelids, filtering the Sunday morning sun.

"Hi. Are you doing okay?"

You nod as you sit up. He sits on the bed, brushing the stray hairs from your face, the warmth of his hand like a healing force. You can't tell he hadn't slept because of how happy he looks just to be there.

You reach over for the tea with the comfort of knowing he made it just how you like it.

"I didn't say anything weird, did I?" you croak, sipping the tea.

"No, not at all," he replies.

There's a moment of silence. The morning birds fly past the window, the steam of the mugs mists your eyes.

"I missed you too, you know," he finally says, "I missed you so much."

A/N: Didn't proofread this but HOPE YOU ENJOYED. I'll probably edit it a bit when I come back, but I wanted you to have this sooner rather than later, anon. THANKS FOR YOUR REQUEST AGAINNNN

[worriedvision]

He returns home injured - Jing Yuan [SPOILERS]

Gender neutral reader, angst ending. Reader and Jong Yuan are a couple, but have been arguing frequently about him going into battle. Spoilers for the Most recent story here, especially at the end. This has got spoilers, keep this in mind before reading this!

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"Oh come on! We talked about this." You huff, brewing your medicine for your boyfriend who had, once again, become harmed.

"Darling, you know my job is dangerous. As a doctor, I'm sure you've seen much worse." Jing yuan replies, sitting up from his bed.

"Which is why I can't stand the idea of you becoming like them!" You tut once more, handing the fresh brew to your boyfriend. He takes his medicine, and then responds.

"Well maybe if it concerns you so much, we need to stop seeing each other," Jing yuan hums out, you shaking your head at his idea.

"I love you, is it so difficult to at least take more care?" You cross your arms.

"I'm just saying, it seems like we have different plans for the future." Jing yuan shrugs, placing the now empty cup on a nearby coaster. "I don't plan on leaving my work for you, I enjoy it too much. I also would not want you to leave your job, for I understand the importance of your role."

Arguments always went like that. You two would land up staying together, but with every time he got harmed, you got more frustrated at his reckless actions.

It was only after an encounter with Dan Heng, the man that fought alongside Jing Yuan for a while, that you realised this wasn't ideal for either of you.

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Jing Yuan was taken home, you were notified at work he was unconscious and he needed care provided. This was, admittedly, the first time you heard an urgent need for care from him. You had time to think things through, and with a heavy heart you knew things were over. The last thing you wanted was for him to think about your feelings during work, the possibility of him screwing up in battle due to your protectiveness as a lover, it made your chest feel heavy.

So, you sent the doctor that was as qualified as you were to look after him, along with the notes you curated, and the address for your home. Dan Heng himself decided to pay a visit to your office when you sent someone else over, knowing you were the only doctor Jing Yuan was seen by.

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"Doctor _, may I have a word?" Dan Heng requests, you letting out an affirmative hum as he enters, closing the door behind him. "Forgive me for my forwardness, but are you and Jing Yuan alright? I was worried when I saw another doctor was there."

"...We will be. I plan on breaking up with him. We've had many arguments, and it's all been about him getting hurt." You explain, clearing your throat to continue. "After hearing he lost consciousness, I can't help but fear he made a mistake in a fight due to worrying about how I would react."

"The General made no mistake in the fight. In fact, he is as well as he could be after what we fought." Dan Heng replies. "I've been around you two enough to get the issues, however I still feel that love he has for you."

"Please, this isn't easy for me." You sigh, standing up. "It isn't ideal, the dynamic we have. We have only been fighting when we have seen each other lately, and the argument never resolves."

"...This is going to be very hard on him," Dan Heng states, hoping you would at least try to iron some of the issues out.

"The relationship isn't healthy for either of us," You state, Dan Heng nodding in understanding as he stands up, preparing to thank you before leaving. "Could you give this to him? I'm not brave enough to break up with him in person, and I'm sure he would prefer reading it instead of hearing it."

"...Very well." Dan Heng nods. "Thank you for healing not only him, but myself, over the decades."

[reverie-starlight]

um not me realizing that I’ve never sent in a request 😭

ok so hear me out

Paper rings feels like such a Kuroo song like it’s just so fun and cute. but like particularly

“In the winter in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, i went in too

I’m with you even if it makes me blue”

bc it’s just so silly and makes me giggle

you can do whatever you please with this, but the thought has been plaguing my mind for days now😭

much love 💕

I LOVE YOU FOR THIS OMFG <333

AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT BECAUSE??? IT IS SO KUROO.

(forgive me for making this less of a formal fic and more of a fluffy ramble, I'm a bit over excited rn so this will definitely be all over the place but I hope you enjoy it anyway!!)

this is all under the pretense that it's university/pre-timeskip!kuroo but still timeskip!kuroo and gn!reader btw

(also just a disclaimer, please don't jump into a freezing pool if you have alcohol in your system, this is purely for entertainment purposes, okay thanks <3)

ANYWAY!!!

you're at a party with him sometime during your university days- just a house party, no one's really outside talking or blasting music for the neighborhood to hear, but the pool is still uncovered for some reason.

and let's be real, I don't think kuroo is much of a hardcore party person (he'll go to parties and have fun but he's not the type to go every weekend or whatever, maybe like one or two every few months) which the party is probably hosted by, like, bokuto or one of his old teammates.

so obviously that means you're sleeping over so you can let loose and have fun.

you both mostly keep to yourselves at the party, sipping your drinks and snickering at all the antics happening around you both. it's nice to just be with him and not have to worry about anything for a night.

but when the last people have gone and you guys are getting ready for bed in the guest room of the house? he stares out the window overlooking the backyard and proposes an idea that truly has you questioning his sanity.

"you want to what now?" you ask him incredulously.

he just grins at you and grabs your hand, sneaking you back downstairs as quietly as possible. you thank every higher power you could think of that the party host was a known heavy sleeper, especially when he's had a few, because your boyfriend is stumbling as he tries to guide you down the stairs in the dark, giggling the whole time. the alcohol was mostly out of his system by now, and yours, thanks to the water you both got down in between drinks.

honestly, you can't help but follow him outside when he strips his shirt and jumps into the pool.

"shit! it's cold!" he calls from the water.

you snort and shake your head fondly. "it's december, dumbass. the pool shouldn't even be open."

"come in with me!" he says, but you're already removing your sweater and jumping in to join him.

you squeal as the water hits your skin, and you can already see your nails turning a bit blue. "not for long though, okay? don't want us to get sick. plus you've had drinks tonight, we should move to the shallow end just in case."

he nods in agreement and follows you closer to where your feet could touch the bottom. he wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your forehead. you stay like that for a while and then decide that it's way too cold to stay in any longer, so you get out and head back inside.

"well, babe, was it worth it?"

he blushes and heads into the bathroom on the main floor, grabbing a clean towel to dry his hair, tossing you a second one. "alright, I'll admit- it wasn't my best plan, but hey, now we can say we've gone skinny dipping?"

"tetsu, my love, that was not skinny dipping," you snort, wrapping yourself in the towel and then slipping your sweater back on. it baffled you sometimes how he was clueless about some things but knowledgeable with others.

he looks confused as he follows you back up the stairs to the guest room. "then what's skinny dipping?"

you fully laugh while plugging in the electric heater and grabbing the extra blankets the host left on the dresser. "that'll be another night's adventure. right now let's focus on warming back up, baby."

he grumbles a little about how he could just look it up if you weren't going to tell him, but digressed and changed into a warmer set of sleep clothes. neither of you wanted to run the risk of freezing in the middle of the night, after all.

after all that, you still weren't really tired yet, so you sat on the bed in front of the heater and your boyfriend sat at the dresser, busying himself with some paper.

soon enough he was standing in front of you, holding a paper ring out to you with a proud, boyish grin on his face. "I made this for you," he stated.

you smiled and put your phone down, letting him slide his creation onto your ring finger. "hmm, so does this mean we're engaged now?" you teased.

he chuckled and scooted you both under the covers, laying down with you and caressing your cheek. you'd both agreed that you wanted to get married some day, but not until you were both done with your degrees. still, that didn't stop either of you from joking around about it... or faking proposals in restaurants for free dessert.

"not yet, babe, but soon. we'll finish school first, then maybe I'll tell you about the ring I've been eyeing for months now. I think you'll like it. just need to save up for it now."

you knocked your forehead against his and smiled softly. "you know I don't need a ring," you held up your hand. "hell, you could reuse this as my engagement ring later on and I'd still be ecstatic."

he kissed your nose before resting his face in the crook of your neck. "I know, sweetheart, and I appreciate that. but trust me- you're getting a ring. a damn nice one, too, exactly what you deserve." he leans in and leaves quick pecks all over your face. "and my baby deserves nothing but the best."

you giggle and try to push him away. "okay, okay, I get it!" he finally leaves you be and stares into your eyes for a minute.

"I love you."

"I love you too," you smile back at him and press a kiss against his lips.

satisfied, he turns around and shuts the lamp off, wishing you a goodnight and throwing an arm around your waist.

not even five minutes later, he shifts and groans out "it's so hot in here now!"

yeah, the pool definitely wasn't the best idea.

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I'm sorry this took literally FOREVER, but I'm happy with how it turned out!! and I'm happy to finally have new writing out after a million years lol

if it's a bit choppy in some places, just note that I'm only just getting back into the swing of writing again, it's been weeks and I'm rusty.

[reiderwriter]

Gauging interest for Kinktober!! Please vote ❤️

I'm in the middle of planning my kinktober, and I want some input on what people want to see! I'm trying to decide if I have the time to actually write 31 fics while working full time, lol, so let me know what you think! I'll be posting my spoilers/ masterlist/ plans for the month this weekend, so stay tuned for that! ❤️

I will still be posting chapters of That's What You Get once a week regardless of the results, so if you're here for that, don't worry! Similarly, if you're waiting for a request to be published and it's smutty in nature, I may combine it with Kinktober (a few people have asked for pegging/ sub-dom fics that don't have specific plot details, if you've sent me specific plot details it won't be used for kinktober).

That's all for now, folks! ❤️ Thanks for voting!!

[thelost-in-time]

Hi? For the valentine event could I ask for a request of Luke x gender neutral reader of both letter and interaction please? I'd like to be surprised but no angst ending please! Angst to fluff is ok too, thank you!

Hi! Absolutely! Don't worry, we avoided an angsty ending here. We don't break hearts on Valentine's Day :)

The event

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Knock, knock, knock. Special delivery.

Oh? You've got a letter and a visitor? Let's see what they have to say

You had just gotten ready, and headed to your kitchen when you noticed a little guest on your table.

It was Peanut with a letter next to it, chirping a hello to you.

"Hello, Peanut. What do you have here?"

You greeted the bird, who nuzzled its head against your hand before you took the letter.

It was from Luke. He must have sent Peanut to deliver it for you since he got caught up in something.

Offering Peanut a fig, you carefully opened the letter to see what your boyfriend had written for you.

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My most perfect s/o

Happy Valentine's Day!

I wanted to tell it to you in person, but I got wrapped up in something :(

But I'm still coming to see you, so don't worry about that!

Remember that new restaurant you wanted to go to?

It finally opened today! So I am going to take you there!

Please make sure to get ready. Wear anything you want, I'll be picking you up in about an hour.

And from there? I'll make sure today is perfect for both of us!

It is our first Valentine's Day together, and I hope we have many more to come...

I love you.

~Luke

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You put the letter down, and smiled to yourself before moving to your room to get ready.

You were quite happy that he remembered that you wanted to go to the new restaurant, especially since it had been a while ago since you mentioned it.

And so all that was left to do was wait for Luke.

You waited, and waited, and waited.

But he didn't come until just before sunset.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being late!"

Luke exclaimed, hand on his knees while hunched over and panting.

"I thought you weren't coming."

You mumbled as Peanut let out a series of rapid chirps, almost as if scolding Luke on your behalf.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to plan a perfect date for us, and in doing so I lost track of time."

Luke sighed before handing you a small ring box, a little bow decorating the box.

"You didn't."

"I did."

Luke smiled as you opened the box to see a (gold/silver) ring with your favourite gemstone.

You decide, and also Luke never made Rosa a ring.

As you put it on, Luke couldn't help but look at you as if you were the only person who existed in the world.

He offered you his arm.

"Shall we go?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

You smiled, taking his arm as he led you out the door.

Luke took you to the new restaurant and you two tried a few things, including your favourites.

And when you were ready to go, he took you to his place.

That's when you saw the reason he was late.

He decorated and set up the entire place for you two to have a date night.

Fairy lights, a pillow fort and a gaming setup for you two to game.

"We can watch a movie instead of gaming too, if you'd like."

Luke offered, and depending on your decision, he would either alter things, or keep it the same.

Safe to say, your Valentine's Day ended up being one of the best date nights you two had in a while.

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