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imagineanime2022 · 6 months

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Brother's With A Rich S/O

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphegor X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi love may I request the obey me brothers with a rich gn! s/o who loves to spoil them and take them out on lavish dates?

Hope you have an amazing day and temeber to take care of yourself

(I'm sorry my English is not great :()

Lucifer

📚 Lucifer often got everything that he needed so you’d get him things that you thought he’d like because if he mentioned anything he’d just go and get it the next day. 📚 Most of the things ended up being practical because those are the things that he appreciated the most. 📚 There were times when he just wanted to relax and you often bought him new teas for that he loved tasting the different flavours. 📚 Lucifer always kept an eye on you, he was the only one who somehow stopped you from spending too much money on him, he accepted the small things and made sure that you used all of the more expensive stuff as much as he did.

Lucifer was not expecting you in his office when you opened the door, holding a small bag “what’s that?” He asked. “Just a little present.” You answered as you placed it on the desk, he raised an eyebrow. “For what?” He asked. “Just because.” You answered, he smiled as he reached for the bag he had under the desk for you. “Funny I thought you deserved the same.” He said softly as he pulled out the bag handing it to you. “You didn’t have to get me a present.” You frowned as you took the bag from him, he took your hand leading you around the desk before pushing his chair back and pulling you to sit on his lap. “Open it.” He prompted squeezing your waist slightly. You opened the small bag to find a perfume that you were sure he couldn’t get here. “How did you get this?” You asked. “Don’t worry about that, do you like it?” He asked. “Yes.” You answered. “Now will you open yours.” “Of course.” He said resting hi chin on your shoulder before opening the small box in the bag, there was a fountain pen, it was beautiful, the type of pen that you kept for special occasions, he smiled as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “This is beautiful. I will treasure it.” “I’m glad that you like it.” You answered softly. “I am glad that you like yours.” He said kiss your shoulder gently.

Mammon

💳 Mammon always wanted something and rarely had the money to get it for himself, that being said he doesn’t abuse the amount of money that you had. 💳 At first he didn’t realise that you would get him anything that he said he wanted, even if he just said it in passing. As soon as he did he was more careful, unless he really wanted something. 💳 You won’t have to do much detective work though, it’s easy to prompt him. He won’t realise what you're doing until he tells you a little too much. 💳 He treasures everything that you buy him and there’s a special place for everything, they are the only thing that he will never sell no matter the trouble that he was in.

Mammon had been out all day, he hadn’t actually seen you which he thought was a little weird, you hadn’t even texted him, or answered the text messages that he had sent you. He sighed as he opened the door to his room, eyes widening as he caught sight of all the jackets littering his bed, he had seen none of them before, they were all new and he assumed courtesy of you. “You weren’t supposed to be back yet.” He heard your voice,he turned to look over at you standing just inside his closet. “What is all this?” He asked. “You said that you had to throw out one of your jackets.” You said. “Yeah one of them, ya bought a whole store!” He teased as he walked over to the bed. “I just thought that it must be more than one that needs swapping out but then I realised that I didn’t remember what colours you had and so I just bought all of them but-” “Do ya mean tha whole store?” He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him. “You don’t want them, I can give them to the others.” You suggested. “I never said that!” He argued as he walked over to the bed and looked at all of the different jackets on the bed. “Ya gonna have ta take some a these back.” “I’m not taking any of these back.” You informed him and he rolled his eyes before walking over to you in the closet and smiled pressing a kiss to your temple. “Thanks.” He mumbled out a blush on his face. “You're welcome.” You smiled as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin before helping him fit everything into the closet.

Leviathan

🎮 Not hard to find out what his new venture is, he’s usually so excited that he forgets that whatever he tells you about you’ll buy. 🎮 You’ve gotten in trouble with Lucifer because you buy Levi whatever he wants and you would always do it when he has access to Akuzon. 🎮 Levi’s collection of figures has become too big for his room, so they’ve started spilling over into yours, he’d come in every now and again to swap some so he gets time with all of them. 🎮 He doesn’t know how you do it but you’ve somehow become better than him at finding some of the more vintage figures and outfits that hadn’t been able to afford or find.

You smiled as you opened the door to Levi’s room, he was sitting at his computer playing something, you bit your lip as you quietly closed the door behind you. You could see that he was really trying hard to beat whatever boss was on screen so you silently moved over to the sofa where you waited for him to finish up.

It was only 5 minutes later that he let out a frustrated groan and leaned back in his chair before spinning around to face the room. He literally jumped out of his chair when he caught sight of you on the sofa “when did you get in here?” He asked. “A few minutes ago but you were playing so I didn’t want to distract you.” You answered. “Oh.” He said softly as he walked over to where you were sitting “is there something you needed?” “No, I just bought you something.” You answered as you handed him the bag that you had brought in with you. “What?” He asked, he hadn’t mentioned anything recently, he opened the bag and his eyes widened. There was a set of exclusive figures that he had mentioned in passing almost a month ago. “Where did you find these?” “Oh there was someone looking to make some money off of them and I knew you wanted them.” You answered with a shrug. “This cost too much money.” He guessed as he pulled out the figures still in their boxes. “It’s nothing.” You waved him off, but to Levi wasn’t nothing, in fact it was something that deserved a proper thanks, something that he couldn’t give you now but rest assured he will have something for you the next time that you visit him.

Satan

🐈 Satan very rarely needed anything but there were some books that you could get him, ones from the human world but there was something that he appreciated more than that. 🐈 Cat toys! They weren't often expensive but they were always needed considering his cats could destroy toys in less than 10 minutes. 🐈 Honestly Satan loved seeing the excited look on your face when you rushed in with your new offerings and the cats always gathered. 🐈 He looks forward to the days when you came in with you purchases, you always took the time to show him everything while sitting on his lap or between his legs on the bed, the closeness always calmed him.

“Satan! Satan!” You yelled as you opened the door to his room, he looked up at you from his book with a raised eyebrow. “Yes dear?” He asked. “Look what I bought!” You said taking his hand and dragging him over to the bed where he sat down before you climbed onto the bed pulling the bag behind you. “What did you get?” He asked. “So I got these new toys for the cats.” You bounced slightly as you pulled out the little ball “they have to bat it around the get the treats out, isn’t it cute!?” “Very cute.” He answered “I’m sure that they are going to love it.” Just as he said that, some of the little cats came through the window, you gasped as you pulled out the treats that you bought quickly filling the little ball as the little cat tried to grab the treats from you. You hopped onto the floor and rolled it around the floor showing the cats what to do with it, they easily understood and started to bat the toy around picking up the treat as they did. “Told you they would love it.” “Oh! There’s one more thing.” You said as you jumped up from the floor going over to the bag, you reached in and grabbed the book at the bottom handing it to him. “It’s the next one in the series that you're reading.” “Thank you.” He said softly as you pulled you closer pressing a soft kiss to your lips “did you get anything for yourself?” “I didn’t see anything that I wanted but, I thought it would be nice if you read to me some time.” You answered resting your chin on his chest. “I can do that for you.” He promised as the ball was hit back towards you. “It seems they’ve run out of treats.” Satan smirked as he looked at you and you both laughed.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo is shopping all the time but given the fact that he loved his skin care and make up there was always something that you could get him. 💅 Asmo always appreciated anything that you got him and returned the favour by having you try out whatever you got him, face mask, nail colours even clothes. 💅 Asmo does always tell you not to buy him anymore but you never listen, considering he used them everyday in your mind he needed them all the time. 💅 He often tried to go on your shopping trips with you to limit what you got because unsupervised you would buy a whole shop.

“As, As!” You asked as you walked into the room, he was already in his dressing gown in front of his mirror it seemed like he was taking off the day's makeup. “Where have you been?” He asked. “I was shopping.” You answered. “No…” He teased eyes moving over the bags that you had placed on his bed. “Hush, hush.” You waved him away “I only went in there because I remembered you saying you were running out of your green and pink nail polish but then I saw some other things.” “What did you see?” He asked a small smile on your face as bounced in place before passing him the nail polish that you had actually gone in there to buy. “So the first thing that I saw was this face mask.” You mumbled as you sorted through the bag, it’s supposed to help open your pores and pull anything we don’t want to the top.” You explained. “Mmhm.” He hummed as he looked at the ones you had gotten, probably the most expensive ones in the store. “Some foot masks, bath salts and soaps.” You mumbled as you threw them on the bed “and the best part… Some matching PJs!” Asmo smiled as he looked at what you had bought. “Well it is Friday, shall we have a spa night?” He asked. “Yes!” You cheered heading to his bathroom.

Beelzebub

🍔 There was only really one thing that Beel wanted and it was food and there was never a shortage of new foods that you could buy him especially with everything that came from the human world. 🍔 You always had a snack in your bag that you had bought him, he was never hungry around you. 🍔 Honestly Beel never really put together the fact that you were using your money to feed him but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t share everything with you whenever you gave him something. 🍔 You love how happy he was when he was eating and when he told everyone about the new snack you bought.

“What are you doing?” Beel asked as he appeared behind you in your room. “I was looking at all the new things that I got.” You answered “Solomon took me back to the human world so that I could get some stuff.” You gestured, he looked over all of the food from the human world and you smiled as you passed him over your favourite snack. “I think you’ll like this one, it was my favourite before I came here.” “It was?” He asked. “Mhm.” You hummed as you opened the packet, holding one out to him. Beel took the food from your hand, you watched as he put it in his mouth, his face scrunching slightly before it settled and you giggled. “It’s not like anything here.” He said and you nodded. “I thought the same thing when I came here, I used to miss this stuff but now all those sweets that you showed me they’re normal now.” You answered. “Is that bad?” He asked. “No! My favourite thing is when you show me all your favourite food, Then I know you would like it when I get you all your snacks.” You answered. “But these are the ones that you like?” He asked as he pointed at the bag that you had brought back with you. “Mhm.” You hummed. “Show me.” He said as he moved the bag, literally picking you up and placing you on his lap after he sat down on the bed, you grabbed the next snack and explained what it was before giving it to him. Beel spent the rest of the night learning what you missed from your Realm so that he could get Solomon to get it for you whenever he went back.

Belphegor

💤 Belphie very rarely wanted anything but there was two things that he loved and that was sleeping or watching the stars. 💤 You’d bought him pillows and PJs all the time but there was one thing that you knew that he would love so you decided to surprise him with that. 💤 Belphie never expected anything but he treasured everything that you got him, he slept on the pillow that you got him and no one else was allowed to use it, except for Beel on very rare occasions. 💤 Belphie will never tell you what to do with your money but he did wish that you would use it on something that you wanted too.

You had text Belphie 30 minutes ago saying that you wanted him to meet you at the observatory, he had answered and said that he was on the way. You had just finished setting everything up when you heard him “where did you get that?” He asked. “Oh you're here!” You cheered as you looked at him. “The telescope who’d you borrow it from?” He asked. “I didn’t, I bought it for you, you like looking at the stars now you can look at them properly.” You explained, he walked over looking over the telescope before looking at you. “I wish you would spend your money on yourself too.” He mumbled. “Huh?” You asked. “Since you got here, you’ve bought everything you can think of for everyone else, and when we started dating… Well before that you’ve bought everything for me.” He said. “I… Is that… Bad?” You asked. “No, it’s very kind but you should enjoy your money the way that everyone else is enjoying it.” Belphie answered. “I’ll enjoy this too, you're going to teach me all about the stars right?” You asked. “Of course.” He smiled, leaning in and connecting your lips. “Thank you for the gift.” “No problem, I like giving you gifts.” You admitted and he nodded. “I know you do, you're too kind for this place.” He said softly as he led you over to the telescope “it’s clear enough do you want your first lesson?”

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angst-fairygodmother · 1 year

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Hii im that anon who requested the diego prompt! I really didnt realise you already wrote it sorry but maybe “That is not a Christmas movie!” “Yes it is, and I can prove it.” prompt instead? Thanks for being so nice <3

A/N: No need to apologize :) Like I said, it's a great prompt, and I don't expect anyone to have already read through my entire masterlist in order to request something. I just wanted to make sure you were getting something special and unique. Word Count: 619 Rating: G - really no warnings other than some mildly implied future sexy shenanigans and one brief reference to knives. Which really, for Diego is...impressive

“See that?” Diego pointed emphatically at the paused tv screen, remote following the line of his hand like it was one of his knives poised to throw.

“What?” You countered, barely suppressing a laugh. “The Christmas tree?”

“Yes! A Christmas tree. Prominently placed in the background to show that this movie is set at Christmas. Which only matters if it's a Christmas movie.” You could tell by the way he looked back at you, and the way he deflated when you shrugged, that he thought he had an open and shut answer to the argument that had raged between the two of you for the better part of an hour.

“Or they set it at Christmas time to have more room for terrible one liners and weird decor-based shenanigans they think are funny. Happy Tuesday or Happy Easter asshole doesn't quite have the same ring as Merry Christmas. And strangling a guy with musical twinkle lights is…memorable.”

“So what? You just acknowledged it was set at Christmas. What else does it need to be a Christmas movie?”

“The Christmas spirit? Traditional themes of love or family or generosity? Major Christmas iconography besides a single background tree and the aforementioned lights?”

“The main character's boss could be impliedly Santa! Old man with white hair, mysterious ability to always be anywhere in the world without limit and have exactly what's needed for the situation, global surveillance network.”

“So while Five was working for the Commission, he was Santa? Your Dad is Evil Santa?”

“What?” Diego's whole face became a question mark, head cocked to one side in curious confusion. “No. Why…how would they be Santa?”

“They meet your whole checklist for implied Santa-hood. If you didn't want me to think you meant them too, you should be more specific, narrow things down more.”

Diego fell silent, obviously pouting, and waiting to find the perfect point to illustrate his claim that you were definitely watching a Christmas movie, a point you were convinced wouldn’t come. When the credits rolled and you still hadn't agreed, Diego looked crestfallen, and you felt a twinge of guilt. You turned to face him, exaggerated doe eyes wide.

“I’m sorry baby, I know since I don’t think it’s a true Christmas movie, that ruins your plan for a festive marathon, but it’s good to have a little break, avoid getting holiday burnout. But I promise, we can get back on track and still have plenty of time to cover them all. How about Batman Returns next?”

“You've got to be kidding me.”

“What's wrong with Batman?”

“You just spent all this time arguing with me over whether this is a Christmas movie, but you think Batman Returns is one?!”

“Of course it is.”

“How?!” You weren’t sure you had ever heard Diego’s voice rise so many octaves as it did when he asked the question, and it was all you could do to fight back a laugh.

“While we're watching, I'll prove it. And besides…” You smirked at him, stretching upward to kiss the underside of his jaw the way you knew made him shiver. “I don't really disagree. I just like how passionate you get when you're riled up. It's sexy.”

Feigning indignity, he gave you a gentle shove backwards. Letting him get the upper hand, you kept moving until were lying back on the couch, guiding him to tower over you with a hand planted on the cushion on either side of your head.

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a smile that made you shiver, “How sexy?”

“Very.” you answered in the breaths before you curled your own hand around his neck and pulled him down into a fiery kiss, the movie marathon quickly forgotten.

#Christmas movies #now a Christmas in July fic #Diego Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic #queued many months in advance #sorry for the Very Late fic Nonny

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astarionancuninslittlelove · 7 months

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(sorry for the repost, tumblr mobile made everything look so weird??! thank you for the prompt! 💖)

Tara’s Out of the Bag

“Tav?” His voice called out to me in the moonlight.

“Yes?” I asked, pulling my attention away from my book.

Astarion sighed lightly and sat down beside me.

“What’s wrong, Astarion?” I asked. I found his dramatics charming and normally very funny when he was huffing about, but he seemed like something was genuinely on his mind. His eyes didn’t meet mine as he glared down, looking like he was trying to make sense of his scattered thoughts.

“I have got a bone to pick with you,” He glared up now, meeting my eyes.

“And what is that?” I asked.

“You… need to pay attention more when we are in combat. I had to revive you TWICE this week. You are being a nuisance,” He tried to sound annoyed.

“Oh…” I choked back a scoff, “I will try to be less of a dead weight then. My sincerest apologies. Now if you were just coming to ridicule me, I am in no mood,” I said, drawing my attention back to my book.

“Yes…well,” He began to walk away, but paused turning back around, “You must be careful because you scare poor little Shadowheart to death every time.” His eyes flickered, racking his brain for words which I thought odd as his sentences always roll off his tongue languidly.

“I find it hard to believe you are worried about Shadowheart’s feelings. Last week, you were laughing with glee as that Meregon almost flung her off a cliff,” I laughed sharply.

“I am simply saying be more careful!” He retorted, his voice getting higher.

“For Shadowheart’s sake?” I teased.

“Yes, of course!” He said, giving me a wide eyed stare.

“Fine,” I laughed.

“Thank you!” He stomped away.

“I just had the weirdest conversation with Astarion,” I told Shadowheart.

“Most conversations with Astarion are weird, but do tell,” Shadowheart pressed.

“He told me that I needed to quit being reckless during combat because I kept scaring you when I had to be revived. He was acting like it traumatized you every time,” I explained.

Shadowheart let out a shouting laugh.

“Damn me to the hells,” I said, “Glad you care so much for me!”

“Of course I care for you. Don’t be dense. I am laughing because I know where this is heading.”

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently.

“Okay, so you are dense,” She laughed.

“I—?”

“Karlach, Gale, Wyll, Lae’zel, come here!” Shadowheart called out.

A little mob of companions formed around us.

“What? This better be important. I am making sure my blade is at ultimate sharpness. Enemies lurk around every corner,” Lae’zel warned.

“I need to ask you all a question and all you have to do is answer it, and then you can go back to whatever you were…doing,” Shadowheart mused.

“Ask away then,” Wyll said.

“Who does Astarion fancy, if anyone?” Shadowheart asked.

“You’re not being serious?” Karlach laughed.

Shadowheart nodded.

“I mean we all know it’s Tav, right?” Karlach said.

The others nodded in agreement.

My face grew red with embarrassment.

“Looks like Tav didn’t know,” Wyll chuckled.

“You’re quite dense,” Gale said.

“Right?!” Shadowheart threw her hands up in agreement.

Shadowheart explained what Astarion told me and roars of laughter ripped through camp.

“Will you hyenas keep it down for the love of Lovitar?” Astarion snapped.

More laughter erupted.

“Astarion…” Karlach said, trying to control her laughter, “Are you really trying to pretend like you aren’t in love with Tav?”

“I beg your…” He paused, mortified, as our eyes met, “I tolerate Tav.” He said as he brushed imaginary particles off of his clothes, smoothing them.

“Tara’s out of the bag, mate,” Wyll chuckled.

“Can we please stop using Tara’s name in reference to a cat?! It isn’t funny—she is a tressym!” Gale protested.

“Okay, the circus is over psychopaths,” I shooed them away from my tent.

I attempted to find trance that night, but memories of Astarion flooded my mind’s eye. And I felt a warmth of the night’s happenings. Even the thought of him loving me was enough to ignite my soul.

I felt a cool hand press to my forehead, and I jumped awake. Two perfect ruby ovals stared back at me in the night.

“You have GOT to stop doing that, Astarion,” I said in a hushed yell.

“Whatever do you mean?” He cooed innocently.

“Creeping up on me!”

“My apologies, darling. I had…something else on my mind,” He began.

“What could that possibly be at this time of night?”

“They were right…you know,” He said, softly.

“About you making up some dumb story about Shadowheart, but it was really you who was concerned?” I asked.

“Yes, and the other part,” He admitted.

I sat there motioning for him to keep talking. He had the habit of saying cryptic things. I finally knew where he was going with it, but I wanted him to say it. Out loud.

He tsked and rolled his eyes, “I…care for you.”

“I know that now. Tara’s out of the bag,” I shrugged, “I care for you too.”

“You do?” He asked quickly.

“Deeply,” I said, putting a hand to his cheek. He leaned his head into my hand and closed his eyes.

“You’re a bad liar,” I said.

“Apparently you’re dense,” He retorted.

We laughed.

#bg3 #astarion x tav #astarionxtav #astarion #tav #astarion bg3 #astarion acunin #mine #ao3 #archive of our own #prompts

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bellysoupset · 2 months

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Hi Soup!

Just so you know, "🐆 anon" will be retiring now, as I am starting to use my blog to post. So yeah, that was me, and if for some reason I'm commenting on anon again, that would be me. ☺️

Well then.

Nooo, your stories haven't been boring! I'm loving the new Max and Vince relationship, seeing Wen and Vin succeed at long distance is so fulfilling, and I love seeing Jon's interactions with his family. Luke being jealous over Max is so funny to me, and I can't wait to see them deal with this. (Honestly, I'm shipping the throuple, but I'll love them all no matter what they do) I love being able to understand characters better, and I feel like all of these interactions are very character building, and will benefit any future developments.

It would be great for Jon to come back though... I miss him. I was thinking earlier today how I miss Jon/Wen interactions, and then remembered he's in Europe. But maybe we could get a phone call or something?

It's weird having Jon in Europe, and it takes away of lot of interaction possibilities, but I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, and I love seeing this other side of him. A lot of your characters have crappy parents, and I love that Jon has Jackie and Matteo that are turning out to be pretty good, and Angie rocks.

(I'd read a Bella fic with pregnancy-related talk... I'm loving Andy's Mila and Drew storylines, I'd love to see more authors talking about these topics)

Okay, question. (I found this prompt list a while ago that I've been going through with some of my characters: https://www.tumblr.com/judasrpc/687874557884907520/weirdly-specific-but-helpful-character-building)

So, my questions are (for any or all characters):

What's the lie your character tells the most?

What's a hobby they used to love that they don't do anymore?

As always, loving your writing!

Bro, I'm sorry I could swear I had answered this??

I'm so sorry!!

NOW! I kneeeew it was you! When you sent the first ask off anon I was like 🧐🧐🧐 I wonder if Jey is the leo anon!! I'm so happy to be proven right lol.

I'm following your characters bios and I'm very excited for your first story!

Look, my dramatic streak aside, I know my stories aren't boring per se, but sometimes I get the sensation I could be doing more with it, which was what I was being annoying about in the first place and now my inbox is filled with you lovely people reassuring me, but I swear it was never my intention! I just wanted like criticism, I guess? 🙈🙈 I'll shut up now

I'm so happy you're on board for so many of my creative choices. I miss Jon dearly, but he's coming back SOON, especially with the new Leo fic, cannot be away a minute longer. Also, you mentioned Vin/Wen winning at the long distance is fulfilling and I second this, because even as the author I was doubtful at first. My characters often do not obey me, so it was much to my delight as well.

I really like writing Jon with Jackie/Matteo, as you correctly clocked me I have a thing for damaged parent/kid's relationships (projecting yay!) and I feel like Jon and his fam all working to make it work this time around brings me a lot of comfort when I'm typing. Of course things aren't always perfect and not everyone can rekindle their broken relationships (many of my ocs!), but it's so nice to write someone who can!

I hear you about Bella! 👀

So for the questions, I'm so sorry my answer is already huge:

What's the lie your character tells the most?

I don't think my characters lie a lot, actually! Most of them are annoyingly honest, Jon-Wen-Bella, or naively honest, Vince-Luke. Leo and Max I guess are the ones who lie more often, Leo lies about being "busy" a LOT, the most creative lies, but truly all he wants is to stay home with his cat, his musical movies, his guy. He's probably killed his grandma whom he never met like 3 times already and he's really good at keeping track of his lies.

Max lies about minor stuff, just for a chuckle. It's more deadpan sarcasm than lying, I guess? But he also lies pretty much daily about his stomach, because he does not have the patience to explain time and time again that no, he's not chronically ill, he's just the God's most hated idiot. He'll go "no, I'm allergic to that" about literally any food that's offered and that he knows it's gonna upset his stomach. Some older teachers call him the "bubble boy" because of that older movie about a man who couldn't get out of his bubble.

What's a hobby they used to love that they don't do anymore?

Bella used to practice skating and she doesn't anymore, she cannot be bothered since their town is almost always raining.

Wendy has had every hobby under the sun, she's done pottery and jazz dance, but grew out of both.

Luke was obsessed with wordle for a hot minute, but nowadays he's let it go.

Vince isn't as big a reader as he once was, he used to be a total bookworm.

Max has hit a rough patch, he used to go hiking a lot, but for no bigger design, he kinda hit a slump and has been at home much more.

#none for leo and jon about the hobbies #thank you Jey! and i'm sorry for rambling #lovely correspondence #myocs

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sawyerconfort · 1 year

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Hi~

I really love that you are willing to write for Queenie. There isn't much Queenie x reader out there so can I request 33 and 6 for Queenie please?

Yeah, I'm back, sorry!

Busy day caught me by surprise!

There we go, anon!

Anyway, just came here to say Queenie is a queen (ha!) and deserved more appreciation, and better friends...

Keep sending asks! Keep sending prompts!

The list is pinned here!

Enjoy!

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33. "kiss me" 6. "was that your first kiss?"

Nights alone were a dreadful thing for you at Miss Robichaux's Academy, and even more so as one of the new witches, the fear was constant. You still didn't know how to deal with the intensity of your powers and, consequently, you couldn't deal with your own loneliness.

At least, on that particular night, you had Queenie. She was going through the same thing as you, feeling alone and unsupported by people who didn't appreciate her enough. There was still that awful doubt, that pressure that Fiona Goode put on you, about being the possible new Supreme.

While the other girls were preoccupied with competing, you tried to convince Queenie to forget about that idea and join in so she wouldn't feel so lonely anymore. So from that day forward, she always went to her room, or vice versa.

"What do you want to do today, (Y\N)?" she asked. "Want to play something? Summon spirits? Train for the Seven Wonders?"

You always shrugged and you always ended up having a nice conversation, eating snacks and sweets - pure greasy nonsense - while laughing about your unpleasant lives.

But that day, things seemed to change between you. You, in particular, were feeling weird about Queenie, and of course, there was the fact that she was completely changing her personality and abandoning her coven of witches.

Knowing this, you went after her, to resolve her and others' issues.

"What are you doing here, (Y\N)?" she asked, when you appeared out of nowhere after following her into Marie Laveau's salon. "If Marie sees you here, she'll kill you, you know?"

"We need to talk," you said, your voice more serious.

"About what?"

"About that" you pointed to Marie's house. "What are you doing here, in the enemy's house?"

"None of your business," Queenie replied.

"What's up, Queenie?" you snapped. "I've always treated you so well, why are you acting weird with me all of a sudden, too? Okay, girls sometimes ignore you, and Madison is a horrible person, but me? What have I done to you?"

She didn't answer, but you had suspicions about what it would be. Of course, you could take into account that you were also hoping it was that, and you needed a non-strange way to resolve it. Wanting to risk it, you just said, in a loud voice:

"Kiss me."

Queenie looked at you and frowned. "What?"

"I don't want to force anything, you can slap me in the face later, but I need you to kiss me, or I won't be able to solve my problems either."

She didn't wait for you to say anything, she just grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you, intensely but in a tender way. It doesn't take long, though, for you to pull away. Queenie looked at you and smiled.

"Was that your first kiss?" she asked, frowning.

"No!" you replied, with your mouth open. "Uh…maybe?"

"You're funny, (Y\N)" she chuckled. "But what's up, solved it? Were you able to find a solution to your problems?"

You looked at her and, still half incredulous, said to her:

"I don't know, I guess we'll just have to try again, what do you say?"

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theringers · 3 years

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friends with benefits - charles leclerc

summary: type A planner best friend lives with no thoughts head empty best friend and they decide to start sleeping together

request: 37 , 70, 78 w charles😃

prompts: 37) “Please? I'll be good, I promise!" 70) “we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!” 78) “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

a/n: charles, head empty no thoughts just his hot roommate and his inability to keep things to himself

warnings: nsfw, 18+, angst kinda, friends to fuck buddies, oral sex

“Could you uhhhhh do me a favor?” You asked Charles. The fuzzy blanket was draped over both of you and he was about to press play on the movie.

His eyes rolled. “What do you need, my love?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Can you maybe make some popcorn?” You tried to slow your words down a bit, for some reason thinking he would be more inclined to say yes if you asked like that.

He exhaled loudly. “Fine.” He tossed the blanket over to you so he could get up off the couch. “But only because now you’ve got that thought in my mind and I want it.”

“If doing things for yourself instead of me makes you feel better, that’s okay with me.” You smiled. This was a typical weeknight for the two of you.

You were a self proclaimed movie critic. Charles just got stuck with a self proclaimed movie critic as a roommate, but it made for some entertaining nights.

The two of you met in high school and immediately formed a bond. Everything between you two was easygoing and laid back, which he loved. He was never a huge people person or party type and neither were you.

You found peace in each other’s silent company and eventually realized you had more in common than you first thought. That following summer, you did practically everything together. Charles had a couple girlfriends here and there and you had a couple boyfriends as well, but it didn’t really matter. Nothing ever stuck.

College rolled around and you weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to stay in Monaco close to your family, but you just couldn’t live at home anymore. Lucky for you, Charles offered to let you move into his spare bedroom until you could make a decision. It had been years and you were still in that spare bedroom. The thought of moving out and doing something different hadn’t crossed your mind since the day you moved in.

“Do you want butter or no butter?” He asked from the kitchen, hands full of popcorn bags.

“Come on is that even a question?”

“Right. Butter. Lots of it.” He threw the bag into the microwave and it started to pop.

He came back with a bowl full of steaming popcorn and handed it to you.

“Be careful it’s,” he looked at you to see your mouth wide open and steam coming out, “hot.”

“Almost hotter than you,” you said once you caught your breath.

He rolled his eyes and fake laughed. “Hilarious, y/n.”

“I’m being serious.”

“C’mon, we’ve talked about this.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re hot,” you said. Every time this was brought up, he got so flustered. Which was why you continued to joke around with him and flirt with him. He would never act on it.

“Y/n…. I’m gonna go to bed if you keep this up.” He was annoyed.

“I’m sorry. Please stay? I’ll be good, I promise.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fine, but you gotta stop,” he said, pulling your legs onto his lap so you could lounge more comfortably.

A rom-com was playing on the TV and the sound of munching on popcorn was filling the room.

A long distance relationship played out on the screen. Lots of phone calls, lots of phone sex, lots of jerking off to each other’s photos. You shifted in your seat, trying to seem casual and not uncomfortable.

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.” You stopped shifting and looked at Charles.

“So much for ‘we’ve talked about this’.” You held up air quotes. “Care to elaborate?” He was known for saying out of pocket things. Sometimes you weren’t sure if he fully thought things through before he said them.

“I mean, not really. The movie just reminded me of it.”

You couldn’t think of a response quick enough so he continued to talk. “You always say whatever’s on your mind so I thought I might try it out.”

“You don’t do that enough already?”

“I’m trying to be more honest.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. “I applaud you for that. But you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

“Don’t hate me, that’s all I’m going to say.” His hand rubbed up and down your shins that were resting on his lap.

“I could never hate you, Charles.”

“Last night when you took a shower, you left the bathroom door wide open. I was just walking back to my room from the kitchen, I didn’t mean to-”

You laughed and interrupted him. “Charles, it’s okay. That’s my fault.”

“I just glanced, I promise. But I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. And my cock was still really hard after a while.”

“You knew I was awake, you should have come to my room,” you said. It sounded good in theory but if you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t know what to do if he showed up at your bedroom door with a boner.

“We’re just friends though. Friends don’t do that type of shit.” He took a deep breath and looked off in the distance. Anything to avoid eye contact.

“Says who?” He looked at you and tilted his head in confusion. “A lot of friends do that type of shit. There’s even a word for it.”

“Have you thought about this before?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t… Charles, we’re two young twenty somethings that live together. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about what it would be like if we were sleeping together.”

“I don’t mean this in a bad way but I honestly didn’t think about it until I saw you.”

“Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in me.” You had thought about what a perfect storyline it would make for you two to sleep together but never the reality of actually getting into bed with him. Now that made you nervous.

“More like the horny romantic”

“Very funny…” You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and he swatted it away.

“So, are we doing this thing?” He turned his attention from the TV to you.

“Tell me you didn’t just actually ask me that question.” He was blunt and never beat around the bush.

“I did, and I would like an answer, please.” You wanted to smack that stupid smile off of his face for how he was making you feel.

“What’s this thing?” He needed to spell it out.

“Are you,” he pointed to you, “going to let me,” his finger moved to himself, “inside of you?”

You burst out laughing. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. We need to set some ground rules for this.”

“Rules?” He didn’t look like he was a fan of rules. And as his roommate, you knew he wasn’t a fan of them. Just ask the groceries you’ve gone shopping for two months in a row.

“Our friendship, our cohabitation, you know. I’m not just going to let you go willy nilly on me without making sure you aren’t going to leave me friendless or homeless after.” Nothing could be done with you unless it was carefully planned. All possible outcomes had to be thought through.

“I would never leave you friendless or homeless.”

“Even if I was the worst person at sex, in the world, ever?”

“I highly doubt you’re the worst, but even if you were.”

“You’d still fuck me, even if everyone in the entire world was better than me. Damn I’m lucky.”

“Here’s a rule for you. You need to tell me how it feels. I’ll fuck you however you want to be fucked so you better tell me when something feels good.” Charles said.

“I can do that. If you like something I do, tell me. If you don’t, tell me.” You talked a big game but telling Charles how he made you feel sexually made your spine tingle, and you weren’t sure if it was anxiety or desire.

“I doubt there’s anything you can do to my body that I won’t like.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He was a guy after all.

“You wanna bet?” You asked, lunging at him jokingly.

“Sure, I’d like to see you try.”

“I guess I will, then.” You just needed time to plan it first.

He stood up and held out his hand for you to take. “Now that we’ve talked about it, I can’t get it off my mind.”

“You want to do this, right now?” Panic set in. This was too sudden.

“Right now,” he said, confidently. “If, that’s what you want, of course.”

“Okay.” You followed him into the hallway, bypassing your bedroom and ending up in his.

You took a few shy steps around, like you’d never been in there before. “Do you want to get on top or do you want me to?”

“Y/n…” He needed you to just relax and let go.

“Right, right, let’s just do it.” You took a step forward and he grabbed your face in his hands. Your lips moved with his, feeling soft and warm. There was only so much in your life you could plan. This was never part of it.

He slowly guided you to his bed and gently pushed you backwards. His shirt slid over his head and you admired his body, looking at him in a different light. He never took his shirt off around you with sexual intentions but this was new. And fun.

You smiled at him, both of you acknowledging what you were about to do. It made you explode inside thinking about how much you were enjoying this, letting someone else take control and letting go. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you thought. Snap out of it.

“Before we start, is there anything you really don’t like?” He asked, reaching for the button of your denim shorts. You nodded side to side, giving him permission to pull the shorts down your legs.

He immediately pulled your thong aside and slipped a finger between your folds. He smiled feeling the wetness. “Thinking about us fucking is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Don’t embarrass me,” you shot him a look and he understood.

“I’m not embarrassing you. It’s sexy.” He kneeled between your legs on the floor.

“Well, keep it to yourself,” you said.

“Why would I keep it to myself when I have physical proof that thinking about us is turning you on?” One of his fingers easily slid inside of you and your hips shifted as you rolled your eyes at him. “Is this okay?” He asked, concerned by your movements.

“Yes,” you said, unsure of what else to say. You didn’t want to give him any more ammo to make fun of you. You told each other everything but this was one side of you he never saw, and you didn’t think he ever would. Vulnerability at its finest, but you agreed to this.

His finger moved in and out of you and the sounds of your wet pussy made you want to cover your face and hide. He added a second and slowly curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot. A soft moan escaped your lips despite the fact that you were trying hard to keep them to yourself.

“Tell me how it feels.” He said.

“It feels,” you took a moment to breathe in, “so good.” He used his other hand to play with your clit, causing you more pleasure. You were looking at the ceiling, finding it hard to acknowledge that Charles was the one making you feel like this. If you squeezed your eyes shut hard enough, maybe this wouldn’t be something you needed to worry about.

A euphoric feeling began to build in your stomach, your legs slowly going numb in the best way possible. You continued to try and hold in your moans but when you hit your climax, everything was uncontrollable. Your body jerked and moans fell as you rode out your high.

You opened your eyes to see Charles pulling his fingers out and smiling. He made you feel that way and while you lay half naked on his bed post-orgasm, it was starting to feel okay. How much more vulnerable could you get with him than this?

He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off, his hard cock springing out of his cotton boxers. Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself, preparing for you. He noticed, but ignored it, granting your request of not embarrassing you. The look he shot you was enough to know that he was aware of your stares.

“I’m only gonna say it one more time,” he said, leaning on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. “You need to tell me how it feels, or I’m going to start talking really dirty with you.”

You laughed, feeling more relaxed than before. “I almost want to keep quiet on purpose just to see that.”

He dipped his head in disappointment. “Not funny.”

“I think I’m pretty funny.”

“You are, but I want to make you feel good. I’d rather know then instead of you telling me I sucked after.”

“Okay, okay,” you obliged. He nodded and positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you.

You had to adjust to his size - his dick was nothing like his fingers. He didn’t give you much time before he started moving and you didn’t even care. He felt so good inside of you and seeing his body on top of you was putting you at ease rather than stressing you out, like you had expected it to.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, giving you perfect access to his ear. Almost like he did it on purpose, to make you more comfortable. You didn’t have to look at him in the eyes and admit how good he was making you feel. “Your dick feels so good,” you whispered in his ear and he grunted in response.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he said into your ear, slightly nibbling on the lobe.

His hips moved rhythmically while you lifted your feet onto his back to change the angle. You couldn’t help but let more moans slip out at the feeling. “I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, quietly.

“Let go,” he said followed by a few expletives. His pelvis ground into you, creating a sensation on your clit you’ve never experienced.

You felt your second orgasm of the night build up as he continued to fuck you, keeping the same pace. You held your hands on his back and let moans fall to his ear making sure he knew how good you felt.

He pulled out of you and your body felt like deadweight. You were glued to the bed and couldn’t find the energy to get up. “How was that?” He asked. Of course he couldn’t give you a second to recover before opening his mouth.

“Great,” you smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Did you finish?” You sure hadn’t felt him cum inside of you and you don’t think he wore a condominium either.

“No, but I just wanted to make sure you felt good.” He picked his sweatpants up off the floor and went to put his boxers back on before you stopped him.

“Unacceptable. I’m not going to let you jerk off thinking about me two nights in a row. Especially not after I was just naked in your bed.” Your post-orgasm confidence was showing when you dropped to your knees in front of him and took his still hard cock in your hand.

Slick juices still covered it, making it easier for you once you took him in your mouth. He was bigger than you expected, so you started swirling your tongue around the tip while your hand worked at the rest of him. “Shit,” you could hear him say.

You slowly took more of him, hollowing out your cheeks in response to his moans. His hand found the back of your head but rested there, not wanting to pressure you for more but he couldn’t resist once you fit almost all of him in your mouth.

The sounds he made caused butterflies in your stomach knowing that you were the sole reason for those sounds. His grip got tighter on you and he started to thrust into you when you felt a warm liquid shoot down your throat.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he grunted while you took every last drop. You stood up and took a step back, swiping your finger over your bottom lip.

He looked at you with the same eyes you looked at him after he finished fucking you. “So, uh,” he said. “Where do we go from here?”

You nervously looked around the room. “Should we finish the movie?”

“Great idea.”

You both put your clothes back on and sat back on the couch. “Let’s talk about that.” He never knew when to shut up, but sometimes it was for the better.

“What about it?”

“Did you like it? Should we do it again? Do you want to move out?” You laughed at his last question.

“It was really good,” you said, your thoughts wandering to just a few moments ago. You wouldn’t mind having him on top of you again. “We might as well.”

“Just one more thing,” he said. “Don’t fall in love with me.” He smiled and let out a giggle. You weren’t sure if he was being serious or not, but you laughed along too.

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johnkrrasinski · 3 years

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started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it. Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

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Heeey!

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

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

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

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

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

Saeyoung

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep

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

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

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

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

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

not that you cared

because S L E E P

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

“I’m too tired to laugh”

*gASP*

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

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

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

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

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

“Here’s your room, M’lady.”

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

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

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung

“Um.. hey! What’s up?”

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying,

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

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you

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

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :)

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly

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

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

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

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

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

“No you are.”

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

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

“WATCH ME”

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

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

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

you sighed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

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

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

this was gonna be a long night for Seven.

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

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first.

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer

Zen: hey

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

Jumin: What a strange code.

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA

Jumin: -_-

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

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

707: lololol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

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

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

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

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

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

Yoosung

this bean is lonely uwu

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

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

so you conceded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You did

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked away, feeling like a creep.

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

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

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

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

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear

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

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

Yoosung could not breathe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind

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

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.”

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

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

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

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

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

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

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

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

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

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

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

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

Yeah.

Gotta love relatives.

Jumin

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

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

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you phone buzzed, startling you.

you clicked the notification

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As in... private jet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip, “You look nice.”

“Nice?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s so beautiful.”

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

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

“Separate, correct?”

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

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

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

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

“Did you mention I don’t have one?”

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

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

You thanked him on his way out.

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

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

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

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly.

“Y/N you do understand that--”

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

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

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?”

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

“Bathroom.”

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes

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

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C-close your eyes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were in his shirt...

with barely any clothes on underneath

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

drawing even more attention to your lips

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

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

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

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

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

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

which, just your luck, made it all worse.

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile Jumin is in a c r i s i s

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

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch

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

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

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

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

Oh God. I’m deep in shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he would for you

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

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

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined

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

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

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

He shut off the light, reaching over you

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

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

Zen

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

Of course he was

he liked flexing his connections

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

and loved you

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

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it

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

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

or ears

or just any functioning body

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

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke

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

or the way everyone caught him staring

like anytime you weren’t looking

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

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

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

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

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

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips

which was NOT the move

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

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

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

and it was torture.

like this man is sweating

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

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~

so you get set up

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

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

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

He immediately called the front desk

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

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined”

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

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

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

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

“Your a dude, too, Zen.”

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

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?”

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

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!”

“Like hell you will.”

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--”

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

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

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

“Only for you, baby”, he winked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!”

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT”

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder

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

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door

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

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

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

You stared at each other for a long moment

You leaned in closer

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

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

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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writing-for-marvel · 3 years

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Ok: I am SUPER DUPER EXCITED for the holiday-themed drabbles, though I almost feel bad to be requesting anything else when you're already spoiling us with the Keeping Me Up series.

So, if you have the time, I do have a request, but again no pressure: the prompt is "Mistletoe" and I would also like to request a reader not used to mistletoe. (For example, I'm from Peru in South America, we don't do mistletoe down here. Then again, Christmas for us is during the summer, so 🤷🏽‍♀️). Oh! And for character, Steve Rogers please.

Thank you so much for tagging me!!!

Thank you so much sweetie! And you shouldn’t feel bad at all, I was the one who opened requests! You’re always so sweet so thank you for all the kind words of encouragement and all the support you’ve shown me with my writing 💗

I love this request! I also have Christmas in the summer, so it’s been a little weird writing all these winter themed drabbles when it’s actually starting to heat up here. I hope you like it hon

For my 500 follower + Holiday celebration

Steve Rogers + Mistletoe

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Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe

The holidays were beautiful at the Avengers compound. Tony paid an obscene amount of money to have festive trees decorated in all communal areas, lights strung in hallways and life-sized reindeer decorations scattering the lawns outside.

It helped lift everyone’s spirits around the holiday period, but it also gave an excuse for Tony to hang mistletoe under every doorway in the facility. It’s a bit of fun, he’d say, but in reality it was Tony’s not so subtle way of playing matchmaker for his friends.

With the help of FRIDAY, he would page different members of the team to certain rooms in an attempt to catch them under mistletoe. All the married or coupled up members found Tony’s games rather funny, but being single, Steve quickly became annoyed at being called to all areas of the facility, only to find that it had been for no reason at all. He didn’t have enough fingers on both hands to count the number of times he had kissed Wanda on the cheek in the last week.

Tony did this so often that when Steve was paged 911 to meet with Tony, he leisurely walked instead of ran to the operations room, thinking it was just another ruse. This earned him an earful from Fury.

After that day, Tony sensed Steve’s hostility so during lunch, he instead paged you to the dining room while Steve was innocently leaning in the doorframe.

“Tony, you urgently paged?” Your soft voice rang out from beside Steve, whose cheeks blushed at the sight of you.

“I just had a question, but Steve was able to answer it.” Tony casually lied, pointing towards Steve who stood beside you. “Oh, look, mistletoe!” Tony chirped, not doing much to hide the playful smirk in his tone.

“Oh, that’s pretty.” You commented, flashing Steve a sweet smile before turning around and heading away from the dining room now that you were no longer needed there.

Steve’s heart sank. Not that you needed to kiss him under the mistletoe, and by no means was he going to force a kiss onto you - but the thought that you really didn’t feel the same made his chest tighten and stomach plunge through the floor.

“I’m sorry Capsicle, I was so sure she liked you.” His words did nothing to ease Steve’s pain, he had been crushing on you since you first joined the team and that fondness now ran deep. He always hoped you felt the same, but now his worst fears had been confirmed.

Steve was in a horrible mood for the rest of the day, feet dragging along the floor, sitting by himself at dinner, not in the mood to converse with anyone. Well, not until you sat beside him.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange and Tony’s been glaring daggers at me all day.” You sat beside him, sucking on a small candy cane, just another thing Tony had scattered everywhere in the compound.

“That’s just Tony being Tony.” Steve tried to laugh through the pain, forcing a smile to his face.

“Did I do something to upset you?” The genuine concern in your tone had Steve’s heart melting, even though he tried to remind himself you didn’t feel that way about him.

“No.” He said, but he knew he had waited a beat too long before responding.

“That’s not very convincing, Rogers.” You chucked, scooting your chair closer to his. “What did I do?”

“Tony’s just annoyed you didn’t kiss me under the mistletoe this morning.” Right, Tony’s the one who’s upset.

“What does mistletoe have to do with kissing you?” You asked, looking completely puzzled at the combination of two seemingly unrelated commodities.

“It’s a Christmas tradition to kiss under the mistletoe.” Steve informed, and a spark of hope lit in his chest at the thought that you were unaware of the custom. Perhaps you could still have feelings for him.

“That’s certainly not a tradition where I’m from.” You explained. “Are you upset that I didn’t kiss you?”

“Maybe a little.” Steve responded sheepishly, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “But I don’t want you to think you have to kiss me.”

“And what if I want to?” You smiled, closing the distance between the two of you.

Your soft lips had a lingering taste of peppermint and something sweeter, maybe strawberries. The way your lips melded together, slotting perfectly against each other, a smile growing on both your faces as you pulled away.

“My mistletoe matchmaking worked!” Tony yelled as he saw you kiss Steve in the not so private corner of the dining room.

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 2 years

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I want to pre-emptively say that what I'm gonna ask is in good faith and I'm really curious, that said I wanted to ask since you are the one who I follow who enjoys Elysia a lot and I tend to find really interesting your readings of characters:

What is it that makes Ellie that enjoyable for you? I genuinely am perplexed because It feels to me like a character I would normally like, the whole motif of loving humanity, not by necessity or weird cult, but out of pure admiration of what humanity can be feels like something I would enjoy, but throughout the whole ER experience Elysia has always prompted an eye rolling experience to me, and I think it may be because of how much everyone seems to not be able to shut up about how great she is for a second, but I feel I'm probably biased by an annoyance I've head with her before hand from interacting with a vocal subset of fans of her wich usually ends up being "she hot, repeated sex and horn joke n.387" so I ended up kind of skimming through when dialogue involving her was present.

Sorry for the long ask but now that ER has ended I wanted to try and see If I'm missing something with her, and if you decide to respond to this long-ass ask thank you in advance, if you don't feel like I absolutely get it dw and thank you for your time

I think, first off, it's perfectly ok to not like her! She seemed to be a pretty hit or miss character, many people love her but a lot also don't like her at all. That's totally fine.

For me, first of all I liked the mystery about her. When you're really trying to think of what's up with a character, you think more about them, and if you think a lot about a character you'll usually get attached. If you're not interested, obviously that's not gonna happen. She made me curious! She had a lot of sneaky sneaky recollections, and to be honest some things she could do haven't been clearly explained even now.

Second thing, Elysia made me laugh a lot. She just says completely shameless and outrageous things, and she's not shy about what she thinks or wants— she's also a huge tease who knows exactly what to say to gently bully her friends. Laughing is a positive experience, I like doing it, so it made me like her even more!

Third thing that got kinda dropped in Elysium Everlasting (SHAME), but was more present in ER chapter 1 and 2, is how they were actively subverting the "she's perfect" narrative. Elysia will say outrageous things, but whoever she's talking to reacts more like *facepalm*. Mei, Mobius and to a lesser extent Su would do that. It creates a comedic dynamic, sometimes at her expense ("must be growing up" "you're just getting fat, Elysia"), sometimes not, and balances out what she says. Even in her enemy collection, you have Elysia bragging, Mei asking "Can anyone keep her under control?" and Kevin answering "No". It's very funny, and it disarms the annoyance I feel, because the other characters are literally siding with me. (But they like her anyway).

Fourth I guess comes her actual character, she's a nice girl who wants to make everyone around her happy, but she is also profoundly lonely and covers up her negative feelings with smiles and jokes. That kind of character is fun to write and read about! She's also very insightful so she delivers so good lines to other characters too, which is ALSO very good. I like seeing her be soft, but I like see her teasing too. Just a delight to write and read about.

Fifth she is very pretty and fun to play, I always enjoy my runs with her! Not a fan of the color pink myself but her model is very very well made, and her gameplay feels really good to me. Then again I love most characters' gameplay, as long as they don't hurt my hand hahaha.

Sixth she is very memeable and I love making jokes and memes so that made me like and think about her more, joins back with point two except I'm the one joking around.

Let's stop here... getting a bit long. But on top of my head that's what I like about her!

#hi3 #honkai impact #asks #elysia #long post

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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Hi!! I have a weird prompt kind of - but I can’t stop thinking about that quote about how Angie’s kids love Don Lee because he protects their mom - and if you could somehow find a way to make that into a thenamesh fic I would sell you my soul. Thank you in advance and thanks for writing always!!

"Finally!"

"Sorry, sorry," Thena rolled her eyes. "I did tell you it can take a while to actually get off set."

"It's my fault," Gilgamesh volunteered like a true gentleman, "I was holding us up 'cause I kept making her laugh."

Thena gave his arm the lightest of nudges--not even really pushing, more like just touching the back of her hand to his bicep. "Gilgamesh, this is my sister, Sprite. She is a massive fan of your action films. Sprite, as promised: Gilgamesh."

"Hey, nice to meet you," he smiled down at Sprite, offering a hand to her. "Thena talks about you all the time."

"Does she talk shit about me?" the teen couldn't help but raise a brow up at her sister, who already looked offended at the suggestion.

"Sprite," Thena growled down at her before looking at Gilgamesh again. "Unfortunately, since I all but raised her from a child, I am the reason she is so unsociable."

But he just laughed in good nature, "I don't think that's true."

"No, it's true," both sisters answered at once, making him laugh harder. Although, Sprite noticed with great intrigue, Thena seemed captivated by the sound. It seemed to relax her constantly tense sister, as if it were the most beautiful sound in the world to her.

"So, what was it like today?" Sprite asked in typical conversation.

Thena started describing the shoot as she always did. But Sprite barely listened. She was too busy watching as Gilgamesh manoeuvred Thena ever so gently and subtly--so much so that she didn't even seem to notice. But, with just a hand on her shoulder, he moved her so that he was on the outer edge of the sidewalk, closest to the street and Thena was on the inside.

Gil had game, it seemed.

Sprite nodded, waiting for Thena to finish before continuing her investigation into her sister's new co-star. She'd never asked to meet any of them before, and Thena had barely even mentioned them in the past beyond a professional mention of her co-workers.

But Thena brought up Gilgamesh regularly. Either it was how well a scene had gone for them or what it was like to work with someone who did their own stunts. Or it was just about something funny he said, which was a daily occurrence.

"So, can I call you Gil?" Sprite asked, leaning forward to look past Thena walking in between them.

"Oh, please do," he smiled back at her, although he could easily look over Thena's head with her wearing flat shoes for once. "Gilgamesh can be a real mouthful, and I really go by Gil more."

"Gilgamesh is a lovely name."

Sprite's auburn brows raised at Thena's need to interrupt just to compliment him. But she kept it to herself, slipping the information away for later. "Well, I was wondering how you got this script, I guess. It seems different from your usual thing."

"Ah, yeah, well," he turned sheepish, rubbing his palm along the back of his neck. "I, uh, heard they were looking for kind of a bigger guy for it. And the stunt work is always a bonus. So my agent reached out for me."

"Sprite was so excited when she heard there was even a possibility I'd be working with you," Thena laughed faintly. "She demanded to know if I'd signed onto it before you were even confirmed."

"She always works with such boring actors," Sprite shrugged in her own defense. She watched as Gil stepped a little to the side and pulled Thena with him to make room for a jogger coming towards them. And once again, her usually toothsome sister easily let him guide her to his side and then back to the centre of them again.

Gil's eyes shifted from Sprite to the woman beside him. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to work with her. It was probably more of a reason for me fighting so hard to get signed on than I should admit."

But...but he was admitting it right now. Sprite blinked, but it seemed to charm Thena even more. They were just staring at each other, liable to walk right into something they were making such deep eye contact.

"Uh, guys?" Sprite muttered, stopping in front of the restaurant storefront and pointing lazily. "This is the place."

"S-Sorry," Gil laughed, a little breathlessly, at that. He reached for the door handle, ready to hold it for them. "Shit."

Sprite pulled out her phone--an instinctive move she'd developed whenever she caught the glint of a camera lens. There were two stray paparazzos jogging down the sidewalk, probably looking for them. But while she leaned up against the restaurant's planters, Gilgamesh had taken a slightly different approach.

Thena's eyelashes fluttered a little as Gil angled himself just so, both hiding her behind him and pressing her against the wall behind the door. He'd raised his hand up to brace himself and hide her unmistakable white-blond hair.

Gil waited until the hurried footsteps had passed them before looking down at her. They were awfully close. His other hand was on her hip, keeping her tucked into the safe little alcove he'd created for them. He pulled back slowly. "Sorry--I heard them say your name."

Thena just nodded her understanding to him, also moving slowly as the moment dissolved from around them.

"Thanks Gil," Sprite popped up beside them, almost laughing aloud as she caught them both looking startled at her reappearance. "Maybe we can have lunch in peace now."

Gil turned to the host, asking for as private a table for three as possible. Sprite took the opportunity to look up at Thena, who was shifting her hair from one shoulder to the other. It was a habit of hers, and something she did when she was nervous.

"Heart pounding?"

"Sprite!"

She could hiss at her all she liked. Sprite kept her little smirk on her face, following Gil as he lead them to their back table. "Blushing."

"Stop it!"

Maybe she could sneak into the conversation that Thena's agent was always trying to get her to take a romantic lead in something. And now maybe she'd finally have a co-star with some real chemistry.

#Thenamesh AU #I have been trying to write in #this stupid sidewalk trick #for so long now #so it finally gets its time to shine #Also Gil #the smooth ladies man #for only one lady #Thenamesh Actors AU

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Helloooo o(^▽^)o

Can I request Teru headcanons where his s/o purposely ignores him for the whole day just for a prank? And then just to make it worse, they start hanging out with Akane. I’d love to see how things would turn out (ﾉ´∀｀*)ﾉ

Thank you. Also, your writing is beautiful as always <3

teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: hihi!! of course of course, this is a really cute prompt- you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for both the compliment and requesting!! it genuinely means a lot <33

Also, I realized it’s formatted like headcanons, but it’s written kind of like a oneshot ahhhhh,,,,, i hope thats alright;;

warnings: none <3

word count: 877

To say he’s confused is a bit of an understatement.

Don’t get him wrong, he trusts you wholeheartedly- but this behavior is… weird. You usually at least tell him good morning? But, when he greeted you, you barely glanced at him, instead rushing ahead to your seats. Still, he figured maybe you weren’t feeling well, and sat down, not wanting to provoke you.

But, that behavior continued throughout the day. He stopped by your desk at the end of homeroom, offering to take your books as he often did. Yet, you stood up, taking them yourself, and walking ahead of him out of the classroom.

If “???” was an expression, Teru was wearing it.

So, he figured maybe he did something to upset you. He’d have to figure out what, but he decided that he’d leave you to yourself until lunch. Who knows, maybe you were just feeling sick? Sometimes talking to people was draining, so you probably pushed yourself a little too hard… right? No big deal, haha.

Mmmmm, but it was a big deal- you never ignored him like that- though calm on the outside, internally he was going over every little conversation and interaction the two of you had recently. He couldn’t pinpoint anything wrong, so he just thought harder. Putting himself in your perspective- did he do anything weird? Different? Or were you just sick of him-?? Please, (Y/N), you’re gonna drive this boy crazy-

A class or two passed before he attempted to approach you again. Teru stepped next to you in the hall, offering to take your books once more. You continued to ignore him, holding your books so that he couldn’t grab them.

“(Y/N)? Are you feeling alright?”

You didn’t give in, of course! Even after he asked such a sweet question, you kept your glance straight ahead, not even glancing at him from your peripheral. Teru’s grip tightened on his books a bit, as he tried harder to figure out what was wrong. Were you really mad at him? He was so deep in thought, he felt a bit surprised when you showed someone some interest- you walked up to Akane, waving slightly as you did so.

Mmmm Extra Confused + Slightly Upset Teru has been: Activated!!

He stared at the two of you, glaring at Akane when he greeted you. You laughed lightly, walking with Akane into the classroom as the bell rang. Teru, though tempted to follow the two of you, made his way to his next class. Still, as the class seemed to drag slower than it had before, Teru was uncharacteristically distracted, pondering why you greeted Akane of all people.

By lunch, he was growing more and more antsy, ready to pester you (calmly) about what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder. He grabbed his lunch, walking to the spot where the two of you normally had lunch. You weren’t there, he should have figured, so he made his way to the lunchroom. He opened the door, scanning the room, then spotting you. You and someone else-

???????????????????

(Y/N) with Akane????? Again-???? Was this still just a coincidence??

Who cared? You were his s/o, and Akane was some underclassman. Oh man, he’s about to kill a supernatural, no regards towards the others in the lunchroom-

No, no- he trusted you, he trusted you. Did he trust Akane though?

Nope! And that’s the reason he took you by the arm, grabbing your lunch with his free hand, and making his way out of the lunchroom. He sent Akane a glare over his shoulder, and you were probably lucky to not have seen Teru’s expression, because Akane’s was enough to tell you that it was not friendly.

Teru brought you to the spot where the two of you usually ate, set your lunch down, then set his down, and looked over at you. You did your best to not laugh at his concerned expression, as he inhaled, placing his hands on his legs as he exhaled.

“(Y/N), I trust you. But, please, if I did something wrong, tell me.”

You finally lost it, laughing and leaning forward, placing your head against his shoulder as you did so. Teru’s lovely “???” expression only grew, as he tried to figure out what on earth was funny about this.

“(Y/N)?”

“I’m sorry Teru, it was just a prank,” You laughed, sitting back up and grabbing your fork.

Teru sighed, placing a hand on his chest in relief, causing you to laugh once again. “Ahhh, laugh all you want, but I thought you were mad! Akane isn’t better to hang out with than I am, right? No, don’t answer that- it’s obvious, but- I really thought I did something wrong!”

“Or that I was cheating with Akane?”

“I’d never accuse you of that, but- no. No way, I don’t even want to think about that. You’d never, and Akane would be a dead man.”

You continued to laugh, shovelling some food into your mouth. Teru finally chuckled a bit, opening his lunch box, and offering you some. But! Be prepared, because he’s going to be slightly extra clingy. I guess you can consider yourself lucky though, because that’s the most gullible you’ll probably ever have the oldest Minamoto.

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Hello! How are you? May I pls request the prompts scratches and collar for Sakusa Kiyoomi for the yandere writing challenge thingy? I hope this is alright! Thank you <3

Thanks for requesting!! Sakusa is one of my favorites actually, so I am really excited to write for him! uwu Please enjoy!

Scratches - “Try that again sweetheart, I dare you.” (I don’t want to overlap prompts too much, so I am doing just this one!)

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Living with Kiyoomi had never been easy.

When you two got married, you’d been quite intimidated by him after your husband wouldn’t look at you even once the whole day. You thought to yourself about how much he must have hated you, considering he only agreed because you two had been promised since your childhood. This marriage didn’t seem like something he was interested in, and the moment you were ‘unloaded’ at his home, you felt like the strangest organism in the whole world.

Nonetheless, you tried to be liked. If you at least couldn’t be a nuisance to him, you thought he might accept you as his partner. But all your attempts backfired gloriously. He wouldn’t eat your cooking, clean over your cleaning, ignore you after he came home from training. For the first year or so, he wouldn’t even take you to one of his matches. You were sure other spouses were allowed to go, so why not you?

But you got used to it. You had to, somehow, or else you probably would have never stopped feeling unloved and unwanted. It wasn’t what you expected, hearing about love all this time, but you didn’t have a bad life by his side, at least. His accounts were filled with money, food was delivered fresh to your doorstep every day, and though you didn’t know anyone in the city that you two settled in, you got along well enough with your neighbors, so you didn’t feel too lonely.

And what you least expected, once you accepted that you and Kiyoomi could never be an item, he started to relax too. Had you been too much? Maybe pushing him too far without realizing? Intruding on him? Or perhaps he had just been told to be nicer to you by his parents, but your surprise was great when he joined you to watch TV one evening.

Given, he didn’t speak a word and didn’t seem too interested in the show you were watching. There also were about two seats free between you, but it was a start. And gradually, your relationship improved.

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Nervously, you looked at your outfit, wondering if it was too much. Kiyoomi had never asked you to dress up to accompany him before, scowling whenever you decided to try and impress him with your fashion sense or asked to go with him. Even now, you knew that asking you to come and meet sponsors was just a way to look good in other people’s eyes; he even had a suit delivered to him that day. It wasn’t you who was wanted. It was the image of being married to someone. But as his partner, maybe that was the only thing you could do to please your husband.

“Are you ready?” he asked through the door, not daring to step into your room. He never had entered it ever since you moved in, and you wondered if it was because he disliked you so much or because he feared you were ‘dirty’. But you gave yourself an encouraging nod in the mirror, quickly making your way out. “All done!”

You didn’t expect him to stand right in front of the closed door as you opened it, almost running into him but stopping at the last second. “Do I look fine?” you asked, noticing him appraising you over the rim of his white mask. He looked comically like that, suited up yet wearing gloves and mask as if he was going to clean, but even so, you had to give it to his looks that he was handsome. You didn’t doubt your own attractiveness, but the curt, “It’s alright,” he muttered did sting.

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Had you known how exhausting these kinds of events were, you would have almost been thankful that he never took you with him before. Giving it all you had sure was taxing when you never did it before, but you wanted oh-so-badly to be accepted by Kiyoomi’s side. You didn’t even notice your own mental exhaustion until you finally had a chance to sit down.

Alone, again.

Maybe you simply weren’t fit for this kind of life. You didn’t know much about volleyball, and there were many weird insider jokes you didn’t understand. Everyone appeared so friendly, some faces still familiar from the wedding, yet you couldn’t help but notice the pity in their eyes. They were all thinking the same thing, you were sure. Just how pitiful you were to be so unluckily married to a man who never seemed interested in what you two had.

“What’s the long face for, hm?” you suddenly heard a cheerful voice, something cold being pressed to your cheek and startling you. You looked up in confusion, only to be blinded by a warm and cheerful grin, the light of the room being reflected through a water bottle and accentuating his features even more.

“O-Oh,” you stuttered, reaching up for the drink he held out to you. “I didn’t see you coming, Atsumu-san. I’m sorry, I was in thoughts...”

“No offense, but you don’t seem to have much fun,” he sighed, plopping down next to you. “It’s such a shame Omi-Omi never shows you off, yer so cute, you know? Makes it much easier to endure parties like these!”

Laughing it off, you found yourself mesmerized by how carefree Atsumu seemed. To you, all of this was a big deal, and you had always assumed it was the same for everyone. But apparently, more people shared your sentiment of the time seemingly dragging out. Without noticing, you chuckled, and Atsumu’s eyes flitted over to you before he straightened his back briefly, crossing his legs. Smirk falling over his lips, you almost caught yourself gasping at how gorgeous he looked in the ambient lighting around you two.

“That’s much better. Ya should laugh more!”

Feeling the warmth spread through your face, you quickly cleared your throat, looking away as to not stare. For a moment there, you thought he really looked like an angel, making you feel at peace around him. “I just- You know- You call him Omi-Omi?” you changed the topic quickly, trying to hide the awestruck expression on your face by hiding behind your hand a bit.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Wouldn’t recommend it, he doesn’t really like it, but it’s fun teasing him, ya know? He gets all-” Reaching up, Atsumu pushed his brows together and put on his best impression of Kiyoomi. “‘Don’t call me that, you Idiot. Work on your serve if you have so much time.’ That’s what he says to me! I’m just trying to be friendly...”

Shaking your head slowly, you couldn’t hold back your laugh as you listened to him gush on about your husband treating him ‘unfairly’. Part of you felt sad having to hear it from a third person, never having been able to collect experiences with him yourself. Still, you were also relieved to see he wasn’t just treating you so coldly. “You’re so funny, Atsumu-san,” you chuckled, and he finally stopped talking, relaxing next to you after his tirade.

“There we go,” he mumbled, and you felt his hand fall to your head, giving it some pats. It made your heart grow to receive the affection, slowly but surely making you realize you had been missing fooling around and laughing or even being touched gently for a change. “Don’t let him get to you, ya hear me? Or I’ll come and kick his ass for you!”

“Who’s ass are you kicking?” you both were suddenly interrupted, and knowing the voice, you looked up. Shame hitting you, you stood up, Atsumu’s hand falling from you as you slipped out from under it, facing your husband cautiously. “Kiyoomi, you’re back!” you mumbled, wondering if your mood change was too noticeable. “Yeah, we’re leaving,” he announced, ready to go.

“Don’t just go around touching other people’s spouses, Atsumu,” he warned his colleague sharply, his arm coming around your back. Still, not even the tip of his glove touched you, much less gentle than Atsumu did.

“Mood-killer,” you heard Atsumu complain. “Good night, [Name]!” he called after you, and you graced him with a brief smile thrown over your shoulder, waving after him while you let yourself be led out by your husband.

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The ride home was almost as tiring as the evening itself, and the streetlights passing you as you looked out the window weren’t enough to keep you awake. It was a long drive, but the next thing you noticed was a warm body carrying you upstairs from the garage. “Bastard,” you heard a voice, slowly but surely regaining your senses.

“Kiyoomi?” you asked meekly, rubbing your eyes. Blinking a few times, when you looked up, you were met with a disgusted glare staring down at you, instantly making you shrivel into yourself. A flight instinct set in, and only now you noticed he was carrying you through the hallway of your house, not bothering being gentle with the bathroom door once he reached it.

He seemed furious and disgusted, and at least one of these were emotions you had never seen him make before. You almost expected him to drop you into the bathtub as you found yourself hovering over it, but he set you down gently. Nonetheless, the sudden stream of cold water hit you like a slap in the face as he turned on the shower without even a moment of hesitation. It grew warmer quickly, but you found yourself weirded out as your clothes began to stick to you. Kiyoomi, too, barely took off his blazer before kneeling down next to the tub, reaching for the shampoo standing close by.

It was in no way gentle or comfortable as he rubbed it onto your head, the gloves he wore not helping at all. You began to splutter as you had to close your eyes, soap going everywhere on your face. “Where else did he touch?” Kiyoomi asked, almost too calm for the fact it felt like he was trying to press the shampoo into your head rather than wash you. “No- Nowhere!” you complained, ducking out from his touch and wiping away soap from your face. “What are you doing?!”

“I don’t believe you,” was all the answer you received to your question. “Tell me. Now. Don’t make this harder for us.”

“What...” you muttered, flinching as you felt his hands fall to your body, grabbing your clothes. “What’s wrong with you!” you finally yelled, swatting his hands away harder than you wished you did. Finally, you got the time to wash off the soap and open your eyes again, feeling ill-treated and confused by his actions. Though despite the warm water, as you finally managed to look at him again, you felt your body freeze.

You thought you knew how he looked at you all this time. Disappointed, disapproving, and disgusted, but this time it was different. He looked at you as if you just ripped his heart out and claimed he was fine like that, and that hurt almost more than any look before. But in the next moment, it was gone, just like a snap of his fingers, and he grabbed your wrist, tightly and unbudging even if you complained. “Try that again, Sweetheart, I dare you.”

Blinking a few times, you couldn’t decide what was scarier; seeing him for the first time up close, face only inches from yours and without the mask, which usually gave some more distance between you two, or having him threaten you. Kiyoomi never talked more than a few words with you at a time, nor did he show any interest in anything you did. “Slap my hand away again, and I will make sure you can’t use it for a long time, you understand? Don’t you know by now who you belong to?”

His questions were so clear, yet in your head, they made no sense. Who did you belong to? Who was it?

“Y-You?” you eventually muttered. “Do I belong to you?”

A question as stupid as it sounded, and yet, it eased Kiyoomi’s rage, it seemed. “That’s right,” he confirmed. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine ever since we met for the first time, don’t ever forget that. I am the only one that is allowed to touch you and no one else. Especially no sleazy bastards like Atsumu.”

“Kiyoomi...”

“Undress,” he interrupted you. “I have to clean you.”

Hesitating, you gripped your own clothes. Never before had you heard him talk like that, especially not about you. You never even believed he could have those thoughts about you, and after being unloved for so long, they felt like bandaids to your wounds. Mind you, not strong bandaids, no. They didn’t even manage to heal you partially, but who were you to complain. Because, what Kiyoomi said...

“Okay,” you whispered, slowly stripping out of your clothes. “I’m sorry... Omi.”

You were stretching your luck, but you were so close to tears as he placed his hand on top of your head. It wasn’t like Atsumu’s. It wasn’t gentle, and it didn’t fill your core with happiness. No, it pressed you down, making you lower your head and feel so insignificant compared to its greatness. But it was Kiyoomi’s. The person you wanted to be loved and caressed by the most.

“It’s okay,” he sighed, and for once, his voice sounded almost gentle and forgiving after you did something. His hand stayed as his free one helped you get out of your clothes, and laying your own hand on top of his, you felt his warmth for the first time, no glove separating you two.

And to this day, you still remember wondering if what Kiyoomi said meant that he loved you too.

Even if that meant you were living in the worst kind of relationship possible.

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