#sorry to that man but I can’t stand his face 🤧

[horroronfilm]

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[inosukijiro]

𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗨𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛

𝙨𝙮𝙣. ━ giyuu is wholeheartedly in love with you.

━ 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. no bc i am making this man a pathetic simp for you idc. im writing these with myself in mind so yk, i have to pour out my feelings. and also i need to get all this giyuu writing off my chest, its actually a problem the fixation i have on this man but no fics tickle my brain just right so i have to write them myself

━ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. btw thank you so much for all the love and support on my last two posts. literally you all are so incredibly sweet !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i just graduated college so i might have a bit more time to write but no promises!

━ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. none. giyuu might be a little ooc. modern reader in kny. i rewrote this a few times so pls be nice 🤧. 1.4k words.

━ 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩. im just going though and adding a synopsis and fixing my titles. og title: falling for you.

Giyuu actually doesn’t know how this occurred. No, actually that was a lie. He knew how this happened, but didn’t at the same time. And honestly speaking, the man does not care at all. You were so nice and sweet to Giyuu it made his head spin. Like it makes him ill in the best way imaginable. He doesn’t understand why you want to be around him so much, why you want to be his friend – not that he minds – but he just can’t get past his own indiscretions about himself. That was until you told him to his face.

You tell him that you thought he was cute – I'm sorry? – and you liked how calm he was – really? His brain can’t compute anything that you say. He doesn’t know if you need any medical assistance or he’s just dreaming. But it makes you laugh. The cute, dumb look on his face as he stands there, gaping at you like a fish.

It wasn’t like it was new information. You did enjoy his company the most. He was very quiet and by no means were you either, but you have this habit of matching the energy of people you were with. So, it was almost relaxing and refreshing spending time with Giyuu. Though Giyuu is silent most of the time, he does in fact talk. At first it's about a mission he was on recently, if and most likely when he gets more comfortable with you, he’s talking a little more in depth about random things that are on his brain. It's endearing really. Or sometimes he’s just talking about things that he thinks you might like to know, random facts, and so on.

But sometimes you do the talking and he likes that too. You could talk for hours and he could listen to every word you have to say. He would soak it up like a sponge as you focus your eyes on the crochet hooks weaving in front of you. Your voice is quiet and nice, soft and warm sounding.

This typically happens when you visit his estate. And you visit his estate a lot. Maybe Giyuu was a little disappointed that you weren’t staying with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds. He’s lucky enough to see you this much, as much as he's lucky to see you at all. He can’t be too mad though. Mitsuri has jumped you the first moment she got when the Master had brought up your living arrangements. You had nowhere to go. And honestly, Giyuu may have been a little relieved that Mitsuri of all people had gotten to you first.

He really wouldn’t have minded if it had been Rengoku or Gyomei. For obvious reasons, Rengoku would be happy to have him stopped by and probably Gyomei too, because it seems like they don’t have a bone to pick with him. Honestly speaking, he wouldn’t have minded Muichiro either, though the boy would have probably forgotten your existence within the day. But any of the others, the thought made his skin crawl for plenty of reasons. Maybe it was because it would have become a hassle, or he would be harassed every time he went to visit you. Yes, it does seem on par with him that might just avoid you so you don’t get verbally assaulted like he does if you were to associate with him. But he was a lonely, pathetic man who was enamored with you at first glance the minute you showed up out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but thank the heavens that the stars had aligned so nicely for him – even if he felt he didn’t deserve it.

His only issue with the arrangement was Obanai. The man had almost butchered him on numerous occasions just for showing up to the Love estate. Even if he wasn’t there for Mitsuri, the Serpent Hashira didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was funny the first few times – it actually wasn’t – but you really couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. Obanai was wearing you thin with his commentary. Everytime Giyuu was around, it was like the others just couldn’t help themselves by making a comment insulting the man. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to disrespect a Hashira, especially if four of them were in the room with you, but Giyuu was here to see you, and it was almost like insulting Giyuu was an insult to you for wanting to spend time with him.

Mitsuri was okay with Giyuu coming to visit you, she actually encouraged it. So watching Mitsuri stand behind you while you gave Iguro a piece of your mind was something Giyuu didn’t know he needed to see until then. And maybe he did allow himself to feel a little selfish and smile mentally. He still remembers how Iguro had this look of disdain on his face, simultaneously looking like a scolded child and embarrassed because this was happening in front of Mitsuri.

Giyuu wondered if you caught the look that Obanai and Kaburamaru were giving you – if looks could kill and all that – but that was stupid. You most certainly did and just didn’t care enough. And Giyuu also wonders just what kind of sorcery you have, because he did hear you mention Sanemi by name at some point and now he's not bothering him as much, especially when you are around.

It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, not like he had ever done anything about it in the past. He never really had the heart to correct anyone in their assumptions of him, he never really thought he had to. Though, that mainly was because he thought he deserved such mistreatment. Regardless, it didn’t matter how he felt about it and himself. If you enjoyed his company that much to defend him, he was going to provide as much of it as you wanted. But there was something about it that made his heart swell a little bit bigger and flooded him with enough warmth that you could have mistaken it as him having a fever.

Now here the two of you were, sitting outside the Water Estate. You both had taken your places by the koi pond Giyuu has. It's so calm and cool. The soft moving of water could be heard every time the wind blew just enough, as well as the sharp sound of water splashing because some fish got too close to the surface.

Giyuu isn’t losing himself as he stares at the pond, watching the fish move around. He finds himself mesmerized though, as you talk. It’s nice, as usual. He likes how you talk and the way you talk. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of hearing you. And he knows that if he glances at you now, even briefly, he wouldn’t be able to look away. You just look so… wonderful. It makes him dizzy. But he has such a weak will to do so, and now he's staring at you. Eyes soft and relaxed. He has never felt so content.

Giyuu doesn’t know if he realizes what kind of situation he is in. Or maybe he does. Maybe he’s finally realizing just how much of an effect you have on him. He likes you. He likes you beyond anything in the world. He loves you and everything about you.

You don't notice him staring. You’re too busy weaving the crochet hook in and out of your craft. You make it look so effortless. So enjoyable. And you seem so happy crocheting away as you speak. The way you talk and do it at the same time, you're so smart. You have to be. And Giyuu can’t help but hope you don’t look up. You’re as mesmerized with your work as he is with you. He would die though, if you caught him. The thought makes him sweat almost, being so close to you like this. His hands are clammy, and he's never been this nervous.

Yeah, he definitely has it bad for you. And for the first time in a while, even despite his nerves, he found the corners of his lips curling upwards, in a soft and timid smile. He averts his eyes, almost to gather his bearings, but that isn't enough. The subtle flush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him. But he couldn’t be more delighted.

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[reddesires]

Tethered (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Summary: Memories are hard to get away from, especially while asleep.

Logan Howlett x (Implied mutant) Reader

Rating: Angst 🤧 (Implied happy ending)

Fandom: Wolverine (X-Men) (Deadpool and Wolverine)

A/N: I just had to start with Angst, didn't I?! LOL, I'm planning on doing more fics, including fluff and some smut 🤭 ugh this man has me in a headlock, istg. I've had the BIGGEST crush on this man for YEARS, so THIS IS THE TIME TO BE ALIVE!

ALL HAIL LOGAN HOWLETT.

The flashes of memories that appeared before you in your restless sleep tore through your mind unlike ever before, memories of times that were far behind you. The remnants of your life from before torturing you and nipping at your vulnerable body, the tremors racking your sleeping body doing nothing to knock you from your unconscious state.

You can feel his skin, the warmth seeping into yours as he held the back of your neck as he hugged you into his body, the action itself knocking the breath from your weakened lungs, the taste of iron on the tip of your tongue overwhelming your senses as you struggle to cling on to him desperately.

“Hold on, baby, I got you.” 

You can’t see his face, but you know his voice.

Logan.

A sob climbs up your throat, threatening to break the silent atmosphere surrounding you. This isn’t the present. It's just memories.. Your eyelids refuse to part as you're bombarded by the next memory of a past you're desperately trying to escape.

“Can’t sleep again?” 

His hunched over figure was leaning over the kitchen counter, a beer cradled in his hands. There's a slight smile that pulls at his lips at the sight of you. It's weakened as unreachable sleep clings beneath his tired eyes, but he seems relieved by your presence.

“Yeah.. You too?” His voice is gravely with exhaustion. You can feel the worry tugging at the back of your brain, but you bite it back as you sit in the stool next to him. “I guess it’s just that type of night..” He offers you his beer, and you stare at it in contemplation for a second before accepting it, it’s not like theres any better alternatives to it at this hour, so you minus well indulge.

You plop your head on his shoulder after taking a sip. He lays his head on top of yours with no hesitation, a sigh escaping him.

“Long day, huh?”

“You have no idea, bub.”

No, no, no. This isn't fair! Why must you go through it all over again? He's haunting you, lingering in your very soul, and no matter how much you try to cut those pieces of you out, it’ll just heal over again and again. You’ll remember him for as long as you live and he’ll come to you in sleep again and again.

“Listen to me, doll. You need to go.”

You grip on to his forearms as you force him to look you in the eyes, his hazel meeting your own, the pain was evident in his face and it only caused the tears start to well up in your eyes as you take him in, your heart pounding heavily against your chest.

“Please don't do this. We both know how this ends! Come with us! Come with me!”

The commotion behind the both of you only grows louder and he looks back with a set brow before looking back to you, his lips quiver with words that he can’t bring himself to say and you can see it, the waver in his body and it reels a sob from you.

“This is the only way, I'm sorry.”

The kiss he presses to your forehead is swift as he rips himself from you and runs back into the chaos, you're held back by your teammates as they regretfully watch their Wolverine sacrifice himself for the greater good.

“LOGAN! NO!”

The gasp that pulls from your body forcefully awakens you brutally as you panically look around the room you're in. Nothing is out of place, and the air isn’t riddled with ash and debris. Your blankets were kicked to the side while you struggled with your memory addled dreams. You can feel the moisture of your sweat covering your forehead as you sit on the edge of your bed.

You sigh tiredly as you stand from your bed, opening your bedroom door. You step over Wade's dirty clothes in the hallway like you were walking over a mindfield, you roll your eyes as you think back to how the idiot barged into the apartment singing ‘I Need A Hero’ at the top of his lungs while stripping to the bathroom after he was done with a job.

You grab the water bottle from the fridge, relieved the cool liquid soothes your seemingly raw throat, and press your forehead against the cold surface of the fridge. As you turn your head to the living room, your eyes flutter open, only to see a burly figure sitting on the window frame of the apartment, and you feel your heart completely drop into your ass.

You totally forgot about the Logan variant that Wade’s harboring along with you in his apartment, it seems like Wade enjoys picking up strays of all kinds including yourself, your also a variant of yourself, the version of you from Wade’s universe bit the bullet long ago and he was more than happy to proclaim you his ‘Snookums’.

You know that Logan is aware that you're there but he makes no effort to acknowledge your presence and you're half tempted to ignore him too but you're familiar with that distant look on his face and it tugs at a nerve you have long haven’t felt since you lost your Logan.

You pull a beer from the fridge and walk over next to him, holding the beer out to him. You know he's often broody and keeps to himself a lot of the time but this is your olive branch to him, your aware that you existed in his own world due to wade’s big mouth and you figured that had a lot to do with his distancing himself from you but you’d rather not maintain a awkward atmosphere between the two of you for as long as you're both living in the same space.

When his gaze meets yours, you can feel your heart skip a beat as the familiar hazel looks back at you. It’s been so long since you truly got to look at the features that enraptured your very being, how close but so far he is to you, you know he isn’t your logan but he was a version of him and you couldn’t help but love him. You never truly got to love your own Logan, your romance dying off too soon as you both just realized your feelings for each other.

He accepts the beer from you, his fingers grazing your own and it sends a shock up your spine as you register that he’s just as warm as your Logan, his lips twitch as he maintains his gaze on you and you wonder if you remind him of the version that was his.

“Thanks..Kid.” He mutters as he takes a swig, that gives you a pause but you choose to not to speak on it as you sit across from him looking out at the view he was so invested in before, this was completely different from your former life from when you lived in the Mansion but it was definitely a upgrade from the void.

“No problem, Bub.” You couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled on your lips, and you're relieved when he chuckles at your tease. 

You two were variants from two different universes with endless means of rekindling a bond that tethered every version of each to the other.    

[doitforbangchan]

Honeyy, requests still open? Can i ask for jealous reader believe a fake rumor about hyunjin romantically going out with another idol who is about to work with, so reader becames the last romantic and appears on his door late at night, to fight for his love since he's her man who isn't her man, but still is her man ❤ (pls, let the girl win his heart and the D too 🤧)

Requests are indeed open bestie!!

I hope you like this and it's what you were looking for!!

Never want to wake up - Hyunjin

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader (afab!)

Warnings: Fem! reader, Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, angst, pet names, slut used negatively, friends to lovers. Not proof read :)

WC: 2.4k

MDNI 18+

Your body was frozen, the news headline staring right back at you from your phone. 

‘STRAYKIDS’ HYUNJIN RUMORED TO BE DATING ITZY'S YEJI’

This can’t really be true, can it? Hyunjin was your best friend, and had been for years before he was ever an idol. Surely he would have told you about this? 

Then again, he has been reeaaallllyy busy lately. Too busy to even answer your calls. That would certainly explain why he’s suddenly dropped off the face of the earth from you. 

It all made sense now. Still re-reading the article you could not stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Truth is, you’ve been in love with him for years. He is the only guy you’ve ever really loved. None of the other guys could even hold a candle to him. That's also the reason none of those relationships ever worked out, they weren’t him. They never treated you as well, never were there for you when you cried, never took care of you like he had. 

It’s not like you could really blame Hyunjin for going for a girl like Yeji. She was incredibly gorgeous. And you were…. Just you. As you always had been 

“Fuck this.” You hissed clutching your phone, closing the article. You couldn’t just sit here in your pity, missing him like you had been for weeks. Time to take your mind off it. Maybe by being under someone else. 

Your back met the wall of the grimy club, the guy in front of you attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, his hands roaming your ass. He was cute enough. Not Hyunjin cute but really no man will ever be. It’s that thought that keeps you hesitant to reciprocate, even though it was you who flirted with him first and initiated this interaction. The man, San, had his hands wandering under the hem of your short dress, clutching your rear and forcing himself into you. 

This was quickly becoming too much; the hands on you, his mouth on your body, the smell of this guy. He wasn’t Hyunjin. 

You put your hands on his chest, trying to lightly push him away from you.

“San, stop” You mumbled, now becoming more forceful when he doesn't move from you.

“Hmm?” His mouth was still on your neck. 

“I-I’m sorry but I..I can’t do this.” You manage to get out. He pulls back from you to peer over you, disgust now filling his eyes. 

He scoffs, “Oh I see what your little game is. You’re a fucking tease. Acting like a slut then running away at the last second. Well not with me.” He turns and walks back to the bar not sparing you another glance. 

Feeling your shoulders drop at his words to you, the reality of what you had done was setting in. 

‘What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I become this person?’ The answer was clear. 

Hyunjin was what was wrong. 

Your mind was running a million miles an hour, and before you could stop yourself you collected yourself and ran out the exit. You had to see him. Had to speak with him. 

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Hyunjin woke with a start, the pounding at his front door seeming to never end. He blearily looked at the time on his alarm clock. Who is trying to come over at 1 am? 

Heaving himself out of bed and to the front door, he was ready to chew out whoever was disturbing his sleep, until he opened the door and saw you standing there. In the skimpiest dress he had ever seen you wear, makeup messed up and arms wrapped around your body. 

“Y/n?” He asked, confused.

“Uh hey Hyun.” You could see he was clearly fast asleep when you disturbed him. “I really didn't mean to wake you. I’m sorry I’m just being stupid, I’ll go. Sorry again.” You turned to leave, humiliated now, when he reached for you by your arm to stop you. 

“No, what's wrong? Are you ok? Did you just come from the club?” He really had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that you looked like you needed help. He would always help you. 

Your shoulders were shaking, the nerves coming back at you full force now that you were here in front of him. You took a deep breath before beginning, “I just…. I was out at that shitty club downtown, and there was this guy…” 

Hyunjin held his breath waiting for your next words. Did he hurt you? Take advantage of you? Hyunjin would kill anyone who would do that to you. 

“A-and the thing is.. He wasn’t you, Hyunjin. I tried so hard to forget about you and Yeji but your face was all I could see when he was kissing me.”

He tried to interrupt you “Y/n I-” 

“No! Let me finish! It’s taking all I have to even get this far so please let me finish.” He nodded at you to continue. 

“I know I could never hold a candle to her. Yeji is beautiful. And talented. And everything a man could want. You guys really do make a handsome couple. But that doesn’t mean it’s not killing me inside, to see you together. The truth is. I’m in love with you Hyunjin. I have been for literal years. For me it’s always been you. I know you don’t feel the same I just had to tell yo-” 

Hyunjin cut you off, crashing his lips into yours and cradling the back of your head. Before you could even register what happened, he pulled back from you, his breath fanning over your lips. 

“I love you too, Y/n.” And he brought you in for another kiss. This time you reciprocated it. He could taste no alcohol in your mouth so knew you were sober.

This definitely wasn’t how you saw this interaction going. You thought for sure he’d tell you to leave, to never come near him or his girlfriend again. Oh shit, Yeji! 

Finding his chest with your hands you shoved him off slightly. “Hyunjin, you can't. What about Yeji? I’m not a homewrecker!” 

He laughed at your statement. “You’re right, in order for you to be a homewrecker there has to be one for you to wreck. There’s nothing going on between Yeji and I.” 

Huh? “But I saw the article, the picture of you both together. I thought…” 

He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We’re working on a performance together. We are dance partners, that's all, sweet girl.” 

Dance partners. That’s all. You felt so stupid. You brought your hands to your face, trying to cover your humility. He grabbed your hands, prying them from you, “Hey look at me. It’s okay I promise. I know I’ve kinda been unreachable lately. I have so much to prepare for, I really haven't had any time on my phone. I should have reached out though to at least let you know what was going on. I am so sorry for keeping you in the dark. I never meant to do that to you.” He held your face with both of his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I’m in love with you.” That was all you needed. Launching yourself at him, mouths colliding. The kiss was everything you ever wanted. You could practically feel his love in that kiss. 

“Come on,” He mumbled to you, “let's get inside before my neighbors see what I’m about to do to you.” He hauled you into his home, mouth hands never leaving you. 

You felt a tingle at his words, and let out a little moan. The noise certainly didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin, “Unless you want them to see you a mess for me? I always knew you were dirty.” He teased you.

Shaking your head no, “Uh uh. Want you to take me to your bed.” 

He closed the door behind you and led you into his room. 

“There's my little romantic. You really are perfect for me.” You melted at his words. 

Hyunjin flicked on the low lights in his bedroom, there was no way he would let your first time together be in the dark. He wanted to see all of you. 

He pressed your mouths together again, standing at the end of his bed. He let his hands fall to your waist, then to your exposed thighs, rubbing small comforting circles. 

“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me now. I don’t think I could let you go once I have you.” He whispered, giving you breathing room. 

You circled your arms around his shoulders, mouth finding his ear. “I want this more than you know. Want you so bad, Jinnie.” 

He groaned at your words, moving to slowly remove the dress from your body. He wanted to savor every moment. 

You let him pull the garment over your head and throw it to the side. You saw the exact moment he realized you weren't wearing a bra, this particular dress not needing one. His eyes widened, giving you a cheeky smirk as he pushed you onto his bed back first. He crawled over you slowly, mouth trailing kisses up your body until his mouth rejoined yours. Hyunjin let his hands find the soft skin of your breasts, fingers circling and pulling at your nipples, causing your hips to buck and grind on his growing erection. 

“Jinnie” He seriously could listen to your whines all day, “ Please Jinnie. Need you.” 

You reached your hands down to the waistband of his pj pants, sticking one inside the garment to grasp him. He let out a gasp at the contact, giving you a slight grind into your hand. His dick was so soft. 

One of his own hands traveled down your body, finding your panties and tugging them off your body, letting his fingers find your clit. When he made contact with you you arched further into him, whimpers falling freely. 

He cooed at you, “So wet sweet girl. Who made you this wet, huh?” Continuing to give you light fluttering touches, sweeping his fingers up and down your pussy. 

“You. You Jinnie always you.” Your words made his eyes roll back into this head. Your hand stroked over him, the movement from your grasp remaining consistent. You felt one of his long fingers run over your opening, before he inserted it into you, drawing a long moan form your mouth. 

“Fuck, so tight around my finger, Baby. I wonder what you’ll feel like around my cock.” He gave you shallow thrusts with his pointer finger, adding his middle finger to join the one that was stuffed in you. Your hips were bucking, the grip on his dick tightened and he hissed. “Easy sweet girl, you gotta be gentle with it.” 

“M’ sorry Jinnie. Just need you so bad. Need you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with glassy doe eyes. Fuck me eyes. 

“Ok baby. Ok.” He removed his fingers from your hole, and brought the fingers up to his mouth giving them a lick. Your taste alone could have had him busting in his pants. “But I wont fuck you. Not tonight. Tonight I am going to make love to you.” 

You wanted to cry at his words. You removed your hand from his member, and helped him push the fabric down his thighs revealing his cock in all its glory. And it was glorious indeed. Long and pale, head red and leaking ready to take you. He reached over to his bedside table to pull out a condom but you stopped him. “I have an IUD and I'm clean. Just wanna feel you raw.” 

Fuck you were perfect. 

Hyunjin positioned himself above your entrance, giving himself a light squeeze before he lowered his tip into you, breaching your walls. 

The sound you let out was straight pornographic. Never in your entire life had you ever been filled so deliciously. Hyunhin was feeling the same way, your body taking him completely in one thrust. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy was made to take me.” He let in a grunt of pleasure. 

You nodded dumbly, “Uh huh. Please move, Jinnie. Please pleaaassseee” Arms once again around his shoulders. 

He mouths at the skin on your neck and gives you another thrust. You were impatient though and brought your hips up to meet his, craving the friction. 

Sensing your impatience, he throws one of your legs over his hips and begins to drive into you. 

If he thought you were loud before he had no idea. He was sure he would have an angry note on his door by the morning. It was all worth it, though, to see your pleasure. To be the one to give you that pleasure. 

He could hear the sound of your wetness with each thrust, giving him another sign you were enjoying it. 

Your nails were running down his back, leaving red marks in their wake but neither of you cared. The feeling of him was too good. You knew you weren't going to last long. You had wanted this for literal years. 

“Jin. I'm gonna cum.” You warned him. His fingers returned to your clit and rubbed tight, quick circles over it, trying to help you get there. 

“Cum for me, my love.” That sent you over the edge, a sob leaving your mouth at his words. He held you close to him as your body shook with your orgasm, whispering about how much he loved you and how lucky he was that you were his now. His thrusts didn't slow even as he himself reached his high, filling you to the brim with his sticky essence. His moans of pleasure almost made you cum again, it was the sweetest sound you had ever heard. 

Only when he heard your soft whimpers of overstimulation did he stop, giving you a sloppy kiss before pulling out. He watched his cum leak out of you, feeling another wave of ecstasy course through him at the sight. 

He curled you into him as he laid next to you, rubbing up and down your stomach sensually. 

“I really love you y/n. I’m so happy you feel the same way.” He dropped a kiss to your head. 

“I love you Hyun. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. This feels like a dream.” Your voice was raspy from your previous moaning. 

Hyunjin chuckled at your words. 

“If this is a dream then I never want to wake up.” 

[2knightt]

Heyyy!!! Could i please get The gang with a reader they were never romantically interested in, just friends with, getting a glow up? And the gang slowly realizes they have feelings for them? And reader used to have a crush on them? Angsty please 🤧🙏🏽

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ tastes like she might be the one. ⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED…the gang realizes what they lost a little too late.

tags/warnings: shitty angst, gn!reader, reader isn’t forgiving, EVERYONE is toxic, story-focused, i made reader and the gang stop being friends cuz rejection is awkward.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i seen this req and started maliciously laughing to myself while rubbing my hands

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johnny cade

falling in love with your best friend. it’s a common troupe in tv shows, but have you ever noticed it never works out in real life?

you watched from a distance as johnny walked around the whole east-side with ponyboy. your ‘best friend’ was hanging out with someone else after telling you, ‘he was busy.’

a sudden feeling of disappointment washed over you. it was no longer the usual sadness you felt after seeing johnny hang out with his other friends after bailing on you.

you were almost numb to it.

the ball in your throat you’d usually get as tears swelled in your eyes evolved into thoughts of what was for dinner.

before, you’d drop hints that you’d like him. all johnny would do is brush them off. you know he’s not stupid and that he knew what you meant, he just didn’t feel the same.

now, you’re avoiding him. which was easier than you think as it still seemed he was uncomfortable around you.

eventually, you just stopped talking. people would ask why you guys don’t hang out anymore or they’d ask where johnny was. all you’d do was shrug your shoulders.

why should you care?

a significant amount of time had passed since johnny last seen you face-to-face. obviously, he was mature enough to admit that it was his fault. but, he can’t stand being awkward around you.

until one fateful and unfortunate day.

“ow! jesus, man—watch where you’re going.”

“yea.”

johnny mumbled, watching the random, rather pretty person, rub their head. you looked up instead of looking down at the concrete, only to meet johnny cade’s eyes.

“johnny?”

“wait-y/n?”

his eyes scanned you up and down, shock settings in. how were you the same person he’d giggle with about the latest comic?

“uh, yeah. tha’s me.”

you mumbled, feeling a little bit awkward from it all. i mean, who wouldn’t? he’s looking at you like you’re a model from the magazine’s two-bit steals.

“…wow. you, uhm—look amazing.”

“yeah, thanks.”

you two muttered amongst yourselves, looking like the epitome of awkward teens. johnny was rubbing the back of his neck as you picked at your nails.

“so,”

johnny started, his voice already shaking and unstable.

“what’re you doing this week?”

“gonna be busy. sorry.”

you waved off his question before saying a sorry excuse for a goodbye.

johnny stood there, feeling slight deja vu as you walked past him. he used to tell you he was gonna be busy to stay away.

and now here you are, doing the same.

the ball in this throat wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to swallow it back, no matter how hard he tried to blink the tears away.

a familiar feeling of sadness washed over him

dallas winston

“it’s not like i’d ever date you, anyhow.”

sure, he was drunk when he said it as you carried him out of the drive-in. but, you know the saying. drunk words are sober thoughts.

you liked dallas. like, a lot. many might’ve said he wasn’t worthy of you—you disagreed each time. but, it was clear he didn’t feel the same.

he treated you like a friend. which, you two were friends, but it’s hard to watch someone you love treat you like the same guys he puts into headlocks.

after that, you distanced yourself. you knew he was cursing you deep down for ignoring him, fuelling his belief that every person was out for him.

but, you couldn’t look at him without feeling like crying while angrily punching him.

a few months went passed and you, somehow, managed to steer clear of dallas winston for the time being.

until one slip-up.

you and your new-found-friends all watched the drag race with giggles and cheers filling the air.

a tap on your shoulder pulled you out of the trance, turning your head only to be greeted with dallas’ cold, dark eyes.

“i thought that was you, y’know. where the hell have you been?”

everyone got awkward. you avoided his gaze whilst your friends went silent, whispering to each other.

“around.”

“so, you go ‘round and change up your whole look?”

“exactly.”

you answered, an obvious attitude in your voice as you held back an eye roll.

“well, you look good. if that’s what you wanna hear.”

“i know. now go away, dallas.”

you spat before turning your attention back to the track, quickly talking your friends back into their excited mood.

dallas watched as you acted like he didn’t exist. he clenched his jaw as he walked away, his hands in a fist while walking into an abandoned alleyway.

a crack was heard from his knuckles, followed by a groan. his skin was red, fresh wounds opening before he punched the brick wall again.

the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours as dallas trashed the alleyway, making it look like a tornado had rushed through only the narrow path.

anger was the only thing he felt. for you embarrassing him and for allowing you to slip through his fingers.

ponyboy curtis

“i don’t see myself datin’ you. you know that, right?”

he snapped after you, not so subtly, hinted that you liked him. ponyboy was always one for brutal honesty, but at a time like this, it wasn’t needed.

the longer and longer you thought about it, you seemed to create this idea of ponyboy. the one that would take you out, not ignore your feelings, step up when he had to, and most importantly—actually like you.

delusional is what you’d call it. psycho is what ponyboy told his friends as you sat across the street with yours.

over summer break, it was only natural you’d mature and grow into your looks. you were always beautiful, but the change was enough to knock anyone out of their seat.

especially when it was your ex-crush slash ex-best friend.

you sat out on a bench by the lot, chin tilted up to look at the stars that twinkled. the concept of ‘vampire stars,’ always amazed you.

things so beautiful were still able to suck the lives out of the ones closest to them. the shining dots in the black ink of the sky still resembled the humans below.

“y/n..? why are you out so late?”

you heard a groggy voice come from behind you after a tap on your shoulder. unfortunately for you, you immediately recognized the voice.

“i was jus’ about to go home, ponyboy.”

you mumbled in response, quick to gather your things. panic washed over pony as he seen you getting ready to leave. his hand grabbed your wrist, loosening his grip as he realized how weird it was.

“can’t you stay a little longer and talk?”

“not really, i don’t see myself talking to you anytime soon. good night, ponyboy.”

you answered rather bluntly as you yanked your wrist out of his hold. you walked away without bothering to look behind you.

ponyboy stood there, dumbfounded. he was always one to read between the lines—so when you told him, “anytime soon,” he took that as, “i’ll talk to you, just not right now.”

call it delusion or insanity, but in his head, he was just seeing someone who is still getting over the crush they had on him.

maybe you’ll like him back soon.

sodapop curtis

“i like someone else, y/n. ‘m real sorry.”

even when he’s rejecting you, he still treated you better than any other guy you’d dated. that’s why you could never say you hated sodapop curtis, he’s too sweet for such a word.

although, he wasn’t all that sweet if he was avoiding you. soda said he’d forget like the whole confession thing happened, but he clearly didn’t even bother trying.

you longed for him to even wave at you. for his eyes to meet yours. you just wanted his attention. desperation was truly a shameful thing.

he was so quick to go and date sandy. maybe it was a blessing in disguise. it helped you move on quicker. slower than most, yes, but quicker than you ever thought.

you had met a rather cute guy awhile back. made you feel like a little girl again with how special he treated you. he made you forget all about soda.

you waved goodbye to your boyfriend as he kissed you on the cheek before you closed the car door. he dropped you off at home, so it wasn’t a far walk. any farther and sodapop, who was sitting inside, would’ve went crazy.

your mom had let him in, pushing your old history aside and offered him a hot cup of tea. he sipped on it while holding back tears.

once the click of the lock was heard, soda’s eyes began to water.

“y/n, sandy she-“

he mumbled as he seemed to lunge at you, his arms already wrapped around you. you felt his tears hit the crown of your head like bullets.

despite your morals, you pushed him away, wriggling yourself out of your grasp.

“dude, you can’t just do that.”

“why not? i thought we were best friends.”

“were, soda. we were friends.”

you said flatly, no emotion past disappointment in your voice when you spoke while you took your shoes off.

“and don’t touch me. i have a boyfriend.”

“you what?”

“yeah. i don’t like you anymore and we aren’t friends. you can go home now.”

soda stood there with a broken expression on his face, he was nothing more than a defeated and an empty man in a house that was no longer comforting.

he watched as you walked around the corner, not even sparing a glance toward him.

a small part of him hoped you would. you’d gotten prettier since he’d last saw you. your eyes shinned brighter, your smile was wider, and you stood with more confidence.

he really, really wanted you to look at him.

darry curtis

“look, y/n. i like you and all, but i needa focus on myself and my football.”

two years ago, before you guys graduated, you confessed. you immediately regretted it.

you looked a fool as darry curtis nervously rubbed the back of his head. all you did was nod and let out a small, ‘okay,’ before walking off.

you went to the college that was the farthest away from tulsa. being in the city reminded you of the embarrassment.

as you studied, you obviously matured. both mentally and physically. you no longer held the silly grudge against darry, even when you had to go back to visit family.

but all it took was a small wave toward darry for all the memories to go rushing back. but, not to you. to him.

seeing you giggle as you played with your younger cousins made him regret telling you he wanted to focus on football.

he envisioned the life you two could’ve had.

you helping ponyboy with his schoolwork, comforting soda when sandy had left him, and making him a home cooked meal when he went home.

but that’s all behind him now. it was just a fantasy.

you two are older. and even then, it’s not like you’d give him a chance. you still think he’s the biggest football star.

steve randle

“i don’t like you. i’m sorry, y/n. i jus’ don’t.”

and he left it off at that. of course, you never out right said you liked him. steve randle wasn’t stupid, however.

he knows how to read between the lines. and you know when to leave someone alone. and steve clearly didn’t want to be around you.

you watched longingly from afar when you seen him in any casual setting. you’d do anything to take the confession back—to go back to normal.

as the weeks and months passed, you never even seen steve. it seemed your obsessive staring and the need to check up on him constantly ended.

the habit, or rather the addiction, finally stopped.

it didn’t stop for steve. he seen you at the DX for the first time in awhile, smiling and giggling with your friends.

you’d only smile like that with him. he grasped the wrench harder as he clenched his jaw.

while paying, steve made sure to walk through the front doors so you’d see him.

“oh. hey, y/n.”

“…hey.”

you muttered with your brows pinched together, looking at him like he was the girls you used to gossip about him with.

“so, uh—you look nice.”

“thanks.”

your boring answer made it seem like you wanted a way out. and steve knew when to let go of a conversation, he wasn’t dumb.

you walked past him and out the door, your friends glaring at him. his eyes never left your figure as you walked away.

he wished he could take back the words he said. maybe if he wasn’t so rude, you’d be back beside him.

two-bit mathews

“you’re funny, y/n.”

funny. funny was what he thought about your feelings. you loving him was funny.

fine. you’d show him funny. let’s see if him being without you was ‘funny.’

you avoided him, ignoring him when he tried to call you over. this would help you move on and show him what was fucking ‘funny.’

the next, ‘hey, y/n,’ should be the last. you couldn’t stand to look at the dumb curl from his brunette hair that rested on his forehead. you couldn’t stand his laugh.

two-bit had gotten the hint. he left you alone even though it felt weird walking around town without you.

he hadn’t seen you in weeks, until at the bar. he heard your giggle and suddenly his heart raced like never before.

maybe it was jealousy or dislike.

two-bit found you sitting on a bar stool, a shot in hand. out of instinct and habit, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“two-bit?”

“why’ve you been ignoring me, dude?”

the humour in his voice was no longer there as he felt nothing was funny in you ignoring him.

“that’s funny, two. go bother dallas or somethin’.”

you grumbled with your jaw clenched, pushing him off you. two-bit muttered something under his breath as he pushed the exit.

he cannot stand the way your hands were still soft or how your lips were still parted when you focused in on the conversation.

[aphroditeinthesea]

HEY! Can you do a Connor stoll x fem Aphrodite reader dating hcs🙏🏻

“ time slows down (whenever ur around) ”

connor stoll x daughter of aphrodite 🐍

⚠️ one swear word

a/n kinda short sorry

⋅˚₊‧ ౨ৎ ‧₊˚ ⋅

- he definitely lets you do his makeup

- like you don’t even have to try and convince him

- you just ask him, expecting to have to give all your reasoning of why he should let you do it

- but then he’s just like “okay”

- and he looks gorgeous

- prettiest boy in the hermes cabin

- and he always has his nails donr

- it starts with you just testing how colors look and basically using him as your doll

- until he starts asking you to do his nails

- HIS NAILS BEING PAINTED AS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR

- 🫶😭🫢🙁😭🥹

- you also help him up his fashion game

- mans is dressing snazzy

- (in my head he’s matt sturniolo)

- (travis is chris)

- (could be interchangeable actually i can’t decide)

- anyways so when u guys first start dating, he knows like the reputation aphrodite girls have of being high maintenance

- so he sets up this plan of taking you out to dinner in the city

- and he sneaks you out

- and he takes you to this fancy little restaurant

- (ik camp half blood is in long island? i think??)

- (idk how far nyc is from there)

- it’s this french restaurant

- for specifics, i just decided it was actually this restaurant called la grande boucherie that’s in nyc

- oui oui 👨🏻‍🍳

- sorry i’m not french and have never been to nyc

- but it looks really expensive

- and you know what?

- he pays for both of you 🫶🫶🤧🥹

- jk

- he gives a fake card and dips

- and according to the reservations, yall were mr and mrs john kennedy

- but it’s the thought that counts

- and the arrest warrant

- but when you get back to camp, you guys totally are holding hands and he walks you back to your cabin

- and you give him a little smooch

- then he’s just stands there for a minute after you walk in

- he’s just like “what just happened where am i what’s my name”

- travis walks by and literally smacks his head and is just like “knock out of it”

- but this boy is whipped

- would literally roll out a red carpet for you if he could

- he’s adorable

- speaking of french, you always call him french nicknames

- mon amour, mon coeur, mon bébé

- and whenever you do, he literally just gets this like lovesick look on his face

- he tried to find a cute french name for you

- but that stopped when he tried to say “ma biche” but didn’t know how to pronounce it and you thought he called you a bitch

- he stuck to english after that

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

love me tender...or maybe not - nectar

pairing: cupid bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, minor fluff - minors dni.

warnings: sub!wonwoo, mild switch!reader, 69, oral (both receiving), cum play, teasing, slight discomfort (not life-threatening), masturbating, reader is sort of peeking onto wonwoo

word count: ~2k

Author’s note: was too bored to write a summary atp🤧

series taglist: @wonwussy @duhnova​ @flowerwonu @junkissed @heartkyeom @enhacolor @misssugarlips

nsfw taglist: @rosecult​ @bibinnieposts​ @ovai​ @littlemisssarcastic21​ @tinkerbell460​ @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer​ @y00nzin0​ @llsiriusminorisll​ @booyouwhore17​​

© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. ​no reposting or translating without permission.

“Here’s your coffee” Wonwoo hands over the paper cup to the client, a small thank you echoing as he hands over the money to pay for it. The man disappears out of the door and he lets out a breath, the shop finally empty - a wonderful chance for a small break before the real rush hour starts.

“Do you think we have time to brew two cups for ourselves before hell begins?” Seungkwan nudges Wonwoo’s shoulder, the latter nodding in agreement with a laugh. “Oh definitely, the cup I had before leaving home wasn’t nearly enough”

“Fair enough” the younger man sighs, “The usual?”

“Yep”

His phone dings and he fishes it out of his pocket, opening the notification, his heart jumping at the sight.

It’s a cute selfie of you with a peace sign and your lips formed in a pout, looking glossy thanks to your lip balm, your friend posing right behind you, a few minutes before your class starts.

It’s supposed to be a cute selfie - yet Wonwoo is looking at your lips like it’s the most delicious dessert in the universe. He still can’t take the image of your soft, plump lips kissing the crevices of his abs and licking the cum off his skin. He can feel his cheeks heating up, his breathing quickening, hands getting clammy. He’s getting dizzy and nothing can snap him out of it.

“Wonwoo? Are you okay, man?” Seungkwan notices his coworker in distress, putting down the freshly made coffee on the counter. “I….I don’t know” Wonwoo stutters.

“Dude, you look like you’re about to faint”

“I-I might be feverish”

“Go home then!”

“What? But people will start coming in soon!”

“I can’t risk you fainting in the middle of your shift, Wonwoo” Seungkwan retorts and the older man sighs in defeat.

“F-Fine, just…make sure you won’t be alone”

“No worries, I’ll call Seokmin in”

“Okay, see you next time” Wonwoo haphazardly takes off his apron, picks up his stuff and exits the shop, taking several breaths to calm himself down - but it isn’t working.

He needs to go home and he needs to go now.

You return home, throwing the keys on the pot right after locking the door. You take off your shoes, running your fingers over your scalp, grazing your nails and letting out a satisfied moan. 

Coincidentally, you hear another moan from the far end of the apartment, a much deeper, yet needier one.

It catches you off by surprise, because you’re sure as fuck it’s Wonwoo’s voice - but he wasn’t supposed to be home so early. 

You carefully make your way towards the bedroom, the moans getting louder, just like your heartbeat. You notice a few dark pink feathers scattered on the floor, carefully avoiding stepping on them. The sight you’re greeted with once you step foot into the bedroom is one you never thought you’d witness.

Wonwoo is kneeling on your shared bed, one hand perched on the pillow and the other tightly fisting his cock, his dark pink wings almost shivering on his back. His face is flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat, head hunched over the screen of his phone. His hand coated with his release, probably from his first orgasm. Or more than one.

“Wonwoo?” you softly call out his name and he gasps loudly when he notices you standing next to the bedroom door frame. 

“Y-Y/N? I- Fuck- I’m so sorry-” he stutters while trying to cover himself with haphazard motions, his phone forgotten on the pillow. You notice it and catch it with your hand, Wonwoo’s pleas to put it down doing nothing to stop you.

Your eyes widen when you see the selfie you sent him earlier this morning, your lips all puckered up, but a very menacing thought crosses your mind.

“Care to explain, angel?”, you turn your attention to your boyfriend, who is still trying to salvage the remnants of his dignity. “I…I couldn’t resist”, “Resist what, pretty boy?”, you climb on the bed and over him, “It was just a picture of me”, “Not just a picture!”, Wonwoo blurts out, “Oh? Want to tell me more, then?”, you raise your eyebrow at him and he gulps, his wings ruffling nervously.

“I was at the cafeteria….You sent me the pic and I…I lost it” he admits, “Your lips looked so pretty, I couldn’t help but think about you kissing me, kissing my entire body with them” he breathes heavily, the same lightheadedness he felt in the cafeteria overcoming him again.

“Baby, it’s okay, stay with me” you drop the teasing act and relax your stance, trying to comfort Wonwoo. “I-I’m good, sweetheart” he reassures you, his hands absentmindedly resting on your waist, “Oh no, I stained your shirt-” he notices the freshly soiled fabric with his cum, embarrassment washing over him once more.

You chuckle at his behavior and raise his stained hand, licking off any excess of his previous release, moaning softly at the familiar strawberry flavor.

“Y/N, please, don’t torture me like that” Wonwoo whines, his cock twitching again. “What do you want me to do then?”

Here it is. The chance he was waiting for. And he won’t let it slide away.

“You…had the chance to taste me before”

 “Yes…?”

“I want to taste you too, Y/N”

You’re pretty sure Wonwoo is trying to kill you at this point with the things he says these last few days.

“Are you saying…that you want to give me head, angel?” you bite back a smirk. 

“Is that how it’s called?” Wonwoo asks bashfully and your lips betray you, forming into a grin, “Then yes, I want to give you head. But I also wish you could do the same” he bites his bottom lip. 

“You want me to give you head at the same time? you ask him with a slightly teasing tone, “Want my lips wrapped around your pretty cock, just like you were imagining a few moments ago?”

Wonwoo purses his lips shut, turning his head away and feeling shameful for letting such vulgar thoughts take over him. 

“Baby?” you put your thumb and pointer finger on his jaw, softly turning it to face you, “You don’t have to be shy with me”

“I’m not shy, I’m….ashamed”

“Ashamed? Why?” 

“Greed is a sin…And I’m being greedy with my lover” Wonwoo gulps down nervously, a frown forming on your face. 

“You aren’t being greedy, Wonwoo, you’re simply asking your lover to provide you with pleasure - that isn’t a sin" you retort, “Besides, it’s not like I won’t get anything out of it” you let out a chuckle, your heart swelling when you notice your boyfriend’s shoulders and wings finally relax.

“You’re….not wrong”, he thinks for a split second.

“Can…we start then?”

“Thought you’d never ask” you grin and get up, removing every single clothing article from your body, the cupid’s eyes widening at the sight of your stark naked body. 

You waste zero time climbing over Wonwoo, your bare pussy hovering over his face and your lips centimeters away from the tip of his cock.

"You ready, angel?"

"Yes, please"

"Good boy" you giggle and dart your tongue out, experimentally kitten licking his tip. The tiny gasps heard from the cupid's mouth becomes the fuel for you to lower your mouth on his shaft, taking him whole.

"Ah, fuck!" Wonwoo curses, his mind starting to fog from pleasure. You aren't any better though - you've barely started sucking him off yet you're already bobbing your head, lips tightly locked around his cock.

He can see your pussy pulsing, your entrance clenching around emptiness, as if it's waiting for something-

Wonwoo doesn't think twice and flattens his tongue on your core, slowly dragging it from your clit to your hole, tasting your essence for the very first time.

His brain short-circuits as soon as the salty bitterness hits his taste buds, his eyes nearly rolling back to his head - which only makes him want to lick you more and more. 

"Wonwoo, fuck, do that again, please" you beg him, your hand pumping his cock in a languid pace, swiveling your ass in an attempt to get his tongue back on your pussy. 

He feels his heartbeat quickening and his cock twitching in your palm, but he can only focus on the heaven that exists between your legs, waiting for him to be devoured like a dainty meal, savored like the finest nectar in the universe.

He wordlessly complies and supports his torso on his elbows, propping himself to force his mouth on your cunt, his tongue lapping at your flowing juices, hungrier than before.

His moans spur you on to suck him until he's cumming undone underneath you. You don't hesitate to deepthroat his cock, not caring about the drool spilling on him - he just tastes so fucking good, so fucking sweet.

"Baby you taste so good, can't s-stop licking you"

"Please don't, Nonu, please don't stop, you're doing so good"

God, the praise alone could kill him.

He can feel his wings spasming, struggling beneath him, his cock threatening to spill in your mouth, but something in him tells him to push you closer to your orgasm, see you crumble down before he does.

So he fists the sheets and flattens his tongue on your clit, swiping it sideways as the bridge of his nose glides through your folds, keeping his head locked on your pussy.

"W-Wonwoo-" your moan is cut short, replaced by short, whiny gasps, your lower half trembling from your orgasm, legs feeling weak and falling down on the mattress, nearly suffocating him with your pussy.

"Y/N, y-your hand-" Wonwoo chokes as you mindlessly keep sliding your palm over his sensitive cock, the wet tip perched on your soft cheek. You're too lost in the afterglow of your orgasm that you don't stop until his cock explodes, thick, pearly white ropes of cum staining your cheek, some of it dripping on your lips.

The both of you are laying on the bed, only your labored breaths echoing in the bedroom. Your tired laugh changes the atmosphere, followed by Wonwoo's deeper one.

"For a cupid, you are really fucking messy, Nonu" you get up and face him, his eyes widening when he notices your cum covered face. You raise your hand, fingers about to pick up the cum off your cheeks, but Wonwoo's hand on your wrist stops you from doing so.

"Allow me" he says and replaces his fingers with yours, his pads gliding over your cheek, slowly picking up his cum. 

You lean forward, trying to lick it off, but he's faster than you and slides his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. 

"You little-" 

"What? You said I taste like strawberry and I wanted to confirm it" he defends himself and you throw him a nasty glare, making him smile bashfully.

"That doesn't mean you should stop cleaning me up, angel" you reprimand him and he purses his lips, continuing to clean your face up with the same tactic, occasionally letting you lick off the remnants of his orgasm.

"I don't think that's the right way to clean up someone"

"And what would you suggest?"

"A shower? Obviously?"

"Well, that will happen too, but it's more fun that way, isn't it?"

"I…cannot deny that" Wonwoo shyly agrees with you, wings ruffling close to his back.

"Your wings darkened again"

"Y-Yeah, they did"

"Do you regret it?"

A small pause, accompanied by a smile and a pair of wings stretching quietly, as if he's trying to show the now deep magenta color they are adorned with.

"Not at all" he replies, “Although I’m afraid this might prove to be quite the challenge for me”

“A challenge? Care to elaborate, sweet cupid?”

“How am I supposed to keep myself in check, now that I got the chance to savor the heaven that rests between your pretty legs?”

His words make your heart race with supersonic speed, your face heating up and your walls clenching at the very much honest compliment he just made.

“Well... Who said you have to keep yourself in check?” 

[milkb0nny]

Hii, I would like to request Sampo headcanons about his love language towards his s/o 😻🫶

Thanks in advance 🤧🤍

Sampo's love language

Sampo x neutral!reader

Note: I'm sorry this took me ages! I decided to finish my requests, despite me not being into the community as much as I was at the start. Though, I still hope you'll like it! 🤍 Thank you very much for this request!

🤎 Despite his flirtatious exterior, Sampo is a hopeless romantic at heart. He writes anonymous love letters to you, leaving them hidden in unexpected places like your favorite book or tucked under your pillow. Even though he isn’t the best at arts, he leaves silly doodles on the front of the letters where he playfully displays you two kissing, cuddling, holding hands and such. His facade falls away in these letters, revealing his true feelings and vulnerability. He usually struggles to express his serious side so writing letters helps him communicating these romantic emotions.

🤎 Sampo loves surprises and one of his favorite ways to show affection is by planning surprise picnics. He packs a picnic basket filled with your favorite foods and invites you for a spontaneous date. It's a perfect blend of his charm and thoughtfulness. Sampo also brings thick blankets along, as well as thick pairs of socks and candles. He’ll set up a lovely setting before dragging you there. Even at the coldest places, you still don’t need to freeze, due to his warmth and care.

🤎 Sampo may be involved in scams and seems very dishonest, but he knows how to be genuinely kind, especially to you. He leaves little surprises like your favorite snacks or a warm cup of coffee at your doorstep when you least expect it. It's his way of showing that he cares, even if he can't always express it openly. You often find yourselves stumbling over small gifts when you leave your apartment in the morning. Wether his gifts consist of flowers, food or small gems, it always makes your day.

🤎 Despite his flirtatious persona, Sampo is a gentle lover. He's attentive to his partner's needs and takes the time to listen and understand you. His affectionate touches, like brushing a strand of hair from your face or holding your hand, convey his love. His hands are always as cold as ice, but you don’t mind. Him petting you is the most comfortable experience you get in life.

🤎 He showers you with compliments, daily. From praising your intelligence to admiring your breathtaking beauty. He believes in building your confidence and making you feel cherished and desired. Whenever you struggle with your self esteem, the man stands by your side, trying to be your positive, loving voice. You started loving yourself more since you entered the relationship with Sampo. He is a master at giving cheesy yet endearing compliments.

🤎 Sampo strongly believes in the power of bouquets to brighten someone's day. Being specific: your day. He'll surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite blooms, showing up at your doorstep with a grin.

🤎 The handsome man loves stargazing, and on clear nights, he'll take you to a quiet spot away from the city lights. You lie together, watching the stars, as he shares stories and dreams about your future together. Since he can access to the over world, he fell in love with the beauty of stars. As the night sets and stars shine bright, he finds himself in a very emotional situation. They shine so bright, yet being wrapped in darkness and it amazes him. Stars remind him of you.

🤎 Sampo is a master of corny jokes. He'll unleash a barrage of his funniest one-liners, hoping to make you laugh, even if it's just for a moment. His enthusiasm for wordplay is infectious. You can’t help but smile, even if you bawled your eyes out before, when he tells you the most dry joke on this planet. You love it though, as he always lightens your bad days up. In secret, the man wishes for an award; the award for the funniest man in your life.

[fischlsbubbletea]

D0 Y0U R3M3MB3R… ☔️

(Giyuu x fem reader | Modern AU)

> 1NF0: AG3 R4T1NG: N/A <3

1NGR3D13NTS: Fluff ! No warnings 🍮 fem/girl y/n ^^ she/her & they/them pronouns used in fic if there are any !! Shy reader !!!

A/N: Hiiii omg I’m so nervous about posting this, this is one of my first few fics, so yeah haha. I know this won’t get much attention haha… I hope you will all like this fanfic as I put a fair amount of work and time into it, mainly because I didn’t know what to write LOL, if you could like it to show that you enjoyed it then I would be over the moon 💕 I’m really sorry if it’s bad, I’m pretty new to writing fics… ALSO, I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE GIYUU SM, HE HAS MY HEART 😭🤧 shiii I just realised I have no clue how to write him, oh well, nvm | I’m not the greatest at writing so please ignore how bad it is TwT <

‘Huff, huff… HUFF’

You arrived at the bookshop that you’d been waiting ages to see, it was the biggest one in Tokyo, the one in your local town paled in comparison to this creme de la creme of bookstores. You can’t believe you actually made it just as the heavy downpour of rain you’d been expecting started to batter the city. You recount what your childhood friend had said about the bookshop, he’d told you when he moved, to go to [bookshop name] and he’d find you again… it’s been so long that you can only remember the nickname you’d given him… ‘Gi’ and his sweet smile you used to hold dear. There’s no way I’ll see him again though, you see that now.

‘Ding’, the doorbell cries out as you open the door. A cold shiver runs through you and instinctively you rub your arms as you look around. Wow what an amazing bookshop… you wonder in and walk over to the [insert favourite genre] section, the one section you visit before anything else, there are so many books in this section. I’ll have to make a habit of coming here.

You are so engrossed in looking at the books that you don’t notice a guy standing right next you and end up crashing into him. You stumble onto him and he - unprepared for a random person falling on him - stumbles back and you end up falling on top of the guy… ‘Arghhh… ow’, oh no… ‘Did I just fall on someone?!?’ you whisper sharply to yourself, you start to freak out. You quickly open your eyes and find you are laying on someone’s body but not like in the movies where you fall on their chest and then your eyes meet and it’s really cute, NO, you have your head on his stomach and not even facing towards the ceiling, your face is embedded in someone’s stomach. ‘AHH!’, you let an embarrassed wail and rush to get your face off the poor guy, your ears start to become hot and redden as you profusely apologise to him, your eyes squint shut from being too embarrassed to face him.

You finally have the courage to open your eyes again slowly once you feel you’ve apologised enough to find a twenty something year old man with black hair pulled back messily into a ponytail, his eyes stare right into yours… seemingly dumbfounded and a light shade of pink covers his cheeks. He’s lying against a bookcase at an angle so awkward that you can’t help but let out a small giggle. You start to blush too. ‘…Sorry, sorry, haha. Are you ok?’ you nervously say to him.

He just sits there in silence.

You shakily stammer out ‘Uhhh p-please answer! Are you ok? Did… did you hit your head?’, worried you did more damage than you thought. ‘Huh- no, I’m fine. Ugh, you hit me pretty hard. Did I… hurt you at all?’ ‘No, no, not at all… rather, it was actually a-a soft landing’ you say to him trying not to laugh. ‘Oh…’ the messy haired guy says processing what you had just said, once he finally realised you’d fallen on his stomach his cheeks turned a dark shade of red, ‘Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to make you embarrassed… Oh yeah, I should help you up shouldn’t I, I’m such an idiot.’.

You rise to your feet and help him up onto his, he wobbly gets up and thanks you. ‘No need to thank me, I was the one who fell on you! Still, your welcome haha. By the way, I didn’t get your name, what is it?’ ‘…Tomioka Giyuu… What’s yours?’ ‘Oh, I’m L/N Y/N.’ ‘You can call me Giyuu if you want to be informal.’ Giyuu says in way that almost sounds like he’s pleading for you to call him by his name. ‘Okay… Giyuu.’.

Standing there awkwardly you begin to notice how good looking Giyuu is…

His messy black hair that beautifully contrasts his pale complexion, his blue eyes you could get lost in, his slender hands that look soft and smooth… You can feel yourself developing some kind of warm feeling, a warm feeling you’d felt once before so long ago, almost like a life time ago. This feeling burns in your chest.

It’s almost like I’ve met him before…

Giyuu’s throat clearing brings you back from your trance like state. Your face starts to feel hot and a lump forms in your throat that renders your ability to talk properly, ‘I-I uhh, you- I mean…’ you stutter out. ‘I-it’s fine… we should both go get some fresh air.’ Giyuu says, light blush still covering his cheeks.

Forgetting that it’s raining the two of you walk to the door. ‘I forgot it was raining…’ Giyuu says nonchalantly with a deadpan expression, you just have to laugh at him, he looks at you in an offended way and he can’t help but at least curl the corners of his lips into a vague smile, from the few minutes you’d spent in near him you’d figured out laughing wasn’t really his style. ‘I have to admit I forgot too though, it’s not just you.’ You tell him with a small giggle, ‘What shall we do then?’, Giyuu turns towards to section we’d just come from and says ‘it’s raining so let’s sit and read for a while.’, ‘Good idea.’.

Giyuu goes and sits down next to a pile of books you assume are his and you pick your book, a [Insert favourite genre] book, and take a seat across from Giyuu. Your eyes catch for a second before you both embarrassedly look away. You start your book but can’t help but steal glances up from your book every few minutes… soon an hour passes, then two.

After hours of getting lost in your book you finally finish to find him sleeping sitting up. Your heart starts to beat fast, he is so cute sleeping. You stare at him for a few minutes taking in all of his beauty, scanning over every little detail…

He wakes up suddenly and looks straight into your eyes, you’d been caught. You quickly look away and pretend you’d just happened to catch his strong gaze by accident which was obviously not the case, the both of you knew but ignored that.

‘I umm, uh sorry haha...’ You nervously mumble. Giyuu starts with ‘How long was I asleep?’, completely ignoring the thing that’d just occurred. You reply awkwardly, ‘Half an hour or so I think…’, ‘Oh… okay’ says visibly bothered.

‘The rain should have st-‘, Giyuu cuts you off…

‘Y/N… I know this is sudden and you probably don’t remember me but… do… you… do you remember me..?’ I remember you like I saw you just yesterday, you used to call me ‘Gi’ because you couldn’t pronounce my name properly...’ your heart starts to race hard, it thumps loudly against your chest, your head spins, what he’d just said shocks you so much you stand up and stutter out ‘I-I… I…’ as you back up, the memories come flooding back crystal clear now, you remember everything. Not knowing how to react you shout ‘I don’t know, sorry- sorry-‘ and run out confusing Giyuu. ‘Wait!’ Giyuu concerned yells after you.

‘DING’ the bell cries after you’d ran out, Giyuu runs out after you and you turn around with tears pricking your eyes. Suddenly warm arms embrace you in a hug, you are shocked and pull away but then you go limp, tears start steadily streaming down your cheeks and onto his chest.

‘You- you left me behind.’ you blubber into his chest, ‘I know… Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to though, you must know that.’ He softly says out of character, ‘I know…’ you quietly reply trying not to sob, ‘I’m sorry, I asked you a stupid question and didn’t even wait for the right moment, it must have been confusing… I was just so happy to see and be around you that I couldn’t hold back any longer.’ ‘It’s ok, I was just shocked…’ you look up to him, sniff and say ‘Sorry… I must look like a snotty mess.’ and then let out laugh. ‘No, don’t talk such nonsense…’

You are beautiful.’ Giyuu gently wipes your tear stained cheeks with a worried look. ‘Please don’t cry anymore Y/N, everything is ok.’ He tells you.

Giyuu whispers ‘Y/N, I’ll never leave you behind again...’.

‘Promise..?’

‘Promise.’

[pervysenpaix]

Hurts Good - om! x blackreader

A/N: Hi Friends, I got a request but all of my asks were deleted when I was clearing out my drafts. So, if you're the anon that requested our fav twin breeding us while we're menstruating - THANK YOU ❤ <- this has literally been in my drafts for 3 months so I’m terribly sorry; also please miss me with the squeamish comments i literally dgaf , if you ain’t nasty then why are you here ? 🤨 also not proofread cause we die like men 🤧

Synopsis : Our kind boyfriend Beelzebub hates when we have our period, so he came up with a solution!

Warning: Period Sex , Oral (F!Receiving), Somnophillia, Himbo!Beel , no dialogue cause I’m feeling lazy and I literally picked this up after months of sitting.

For Beelzebub, life in Devildom used to be so simple. A constant cycle of eating, lifting and more eating. This was still true when you came along. He was actually eating and lifting you most of the time. Things were so perfect and he couldn’t be happier. The only downside to your relationship was him having to witness you curled into a ball and sobbing once a month because you were in so much pain. He wished he could take your period away, even said as much to his twin who got a mischievous glint in his eye.

Okay, he had to admit he was a little nervous when Belphegor planted the idea in his head. Not that he was turned off—hell no. There isn’t a thing in all the realms that could lower Beelzebub need for you. It’s just … he was scared to hurt you ☹️

You see, even though he’s a sweet boi he can be kind of rough in the bedroom and knowing that you’re already in pain, he didn’t want to add too it. But, his brother convinced him—even took him to Satan who confirmed that orgasms helped with period pain but scurried out of the blonde demon’s room when he asked for more context.

Now here he is—standing at the foot of your bed while you toss and turn in the sheets, clutching the little lamb plushie to your tummy for some comfort. Beel can’t take it anymore. There’s no way he can stand by and let this keep happening if he knows that there’s a way to stop it.

A soft moan startled you awake accompanied by a tingling in your abdomen and a tightening of your core. Bleary eyes opened revealing the hulking form of Beelzebub with his face and fingers buried in your bloody cunt.

The rusty crimson shade painted his cheeks and chin, it mixed with the slick pouring from your weeping hole dripping onto the sheets in a glorious mess. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around the two fingers that were curling deliciously in your core while he sucked on your clit. Exactly how long he’d been eating you is unknown but his bruised lips and bare member—cherry red and leaking pre—suggested that it’s been a while.

The redhead licked you through your orgasm, enjoying the way your body writhed for him. He could see that you were in embarrassed, it was apparent in the way you looked away and chewed your lip but he knew that you were feeling good by the way your fingers pulled at his hair.

The giant man rose slowly, wiping his mouth of his arm before sloppily pressing your lips together. A lustful kiss that tasted of copper, and slick. Your cunt ached for him, lifting your hips to run your sloppy little pussy on his dick. Beelzebub growled, big tongue lolling out of his mouth to trace over your pulse while he pushed himself inside you.

He filled you so well—stretching you out to the point of paint but it was so intermixed with pleasure that you didn’t mind. He praised you so sweetly—saying that you took him so well and would be the prettiest momma. When your eyes widened he smiled sweetly and kissed your cheek.

“M’gonna fuck you full of my babies, that way you won’t get a period no more”

@kind-himbo-beel literally just thought of you when I finished writing and thought you might wanna take a look at this 🧡

@xogabbiexo & @bookwormsenpai come get your man he’s being nasty again.

@trashybandit think you like obey me so here’s some filth

[wintergojo]

hi hii i just want to say that i absolutely love your gojo!dad stories they are all very very delightful to read and brings me soooo mucu serotonin omg bless your soul for making those <33 and if its not too much and youre not busy can you do onw for toge? if you can’t that’s totally fine your gojo fics are already a blessing :D

hiiii!! i'm sorry this response took too long. and thank u for your words!! it makes me so happy that u love gojo w/ a son (i love them too 🤧) bless ur whole being for being so sweet 😚 but i’m sorry this is a babysitter toge. i just can't imagine/write him as a dad 😭😭

a little fun fact: when i started watching jjk, i told myself i definitely wasn’t going to simp for gojo (and i thought i’d succeed bcos i immediately liked toge than gojo) and look where i am now 🥲

i would also like to note that i based what toge says here

navi

when gojo told him he was asking toge a favor, he thought his teacher would give him some sort of mission he was too busy to do, or ask him to help train the first years.

inumaki never expected for the tall sorcerer to ask him to babysit his child because no one else was available; the toddler’s mother was called for an investigation with nanami, principal yaga was in kyoto for a meeting, ieiri went with him to tend to a seriously injured third year, maki and panda are both on a mission, and the first years are on a different separate mission.

he started to think gojo orchestrated this whole thing for him to be the only one remaining in the campus, but he couldn’t think of any motive.

“behave and listen to nii-chan. alright, dumpling?” the teacher gave his child a peck on the forehead before standing up from his crouching position and facing inumaki. he then tapped the younger sorcerer’s shoulder and flashed him a grin.

"i'm counting on you, toge! i'll be back in the evening!"

he didn’t even allow the purple-eyed teen to respond before disappearing into thin air, leaving toge alone with a two and a half year old boy.

he looked down at the bag his right hand holds which, according to the man who disappeared, consisted of his son’s three extra change of clothes, sippy cup, and a whole load of toys. he then looked down at the white-haired toddler holding his left hand, who he found was already staring at him with his blue doe eyes. seishiro gave him a sheepish smile similar to his father as he raised his short arms at him.

"twooge, cawwy!"

now, inumaki wasn’t unfamiliar with the cute little boy. he met seishiro when the child was still a few months old and he had interacted a lot of times with the toddler. and because they both had limited vocabulary, they played a lot and got along well. he’s sure the child also learned to love pulling pranks because of him.

however, he was completely unfamiliar with taking care of seishiro (or any other children) because gojo-sensei and his wife were always there whenever he saw the child. so while carrying the happy baby in his right arm who was singing gibberish about onigiri ingredients, he managed to get his phone from his pocket and ask someone he knew was available for help—you, a.k.a. ieiri’s apprentice that’s the same age as him but isn’t his classmate because you prefer to be in a normal high school, and the only person other than him who is at the school because you were filling in for your teacher, and his childhood friend who understands his language just as much as (maybe even more than) panda does.

and now look what’s happening, you were gone for a few minutes and inumaki already lost the toddler.

"toge, where's seishiro?!" you hastily ask, eyes and head darting frantically around the greenery of jujutsu tech.

you're panicking, which also made inumaki start to panic.

"ikura!" he responded too vigorously accompanied by a way too aggressive shake of his head.

"what do you mean you don't know?! weren't you playing hide and seek with him?"

"shake!"

you started walking up the stairs leading to a nearby forest, whipping your head around in search for a tint of white fluffy hair. you left the two of them alone after eating lunch in the training grounds when you went to get the toddler an extra shirt in inumaki’s dorm, and by that time seishiro’s hiding places were where the two of you could still easily find him.

behind you, inumaki is walking backwards while muttering “sujiko…” “sujiko!!” “sujiko?” on what you know is finding and calling for the little toddler in his own way.

“we need to find him soon. didn’t you say gojo-sensei told you seishiro naps an hour or two after his lunch?” the two of you were nearing the entrance of the wide forest, and frankly you were starting to get worried you wouldn’t be able to find the little boy you just met in this vast location. you know there would be no curses because of master tengen’s barrier but still, better to be safe than sorry.

when you heard no onigiri ingredient uttered or even a hum, you turned around and frowned when you were greeted by the sight of only tall trees surrounding you. your shoulders droop as you let out a long sigh. great. now both of them are gone.

you were about to turn back around and continue searching for your friend’s teacher’s son (because toge can take care of himself) when you heard the other missing man’s “tuna tuna!” coming from your right.

you whip your head in the direction and see the cursed speech user looking at you with pleading eyes while holding the missing toddler, whose little sniffles are slowly starting to reach your ears as the two of them walk towards you.

looking closer, seishiro's face is buried in toge's collar which you're probably sure is now wet with snot and tears. and your friend is comically running his hands up and down the boy's back to calm him down.

"where did you find him?" you ask when toge starts handing you the baby. he pointed twice behind him using his thumb, uttering "mentaiko" when you were finally holding seishiro.

you turned your attention back to the child, wiping his tears from his chubby cheeks. "poor baby, are you okay?" 

seishiro's sobs turn into hysterical cries as he buries his face now on your neck, and you instantly regret asking the question. you remember from your past conversations that toge mentioned the little boy doesn't cry a lot, so it's a wonder he's crying so much right now. he must've been so scared, you think. 

toge was watching both of you the whole time, and at some point he even thought of using his technique to make his teacher's son fall asleep, but even he knows that's wrong (and he'd get the scolding of his life from you if he did that).

so he makes his way beside you, pulls something out of his pocket, ruffles seishiro's hair to make him look at the off-white haired teen, and waves his phone in front of both of you before fiddling with it. you were about to ask him how the gadget would help soothe the toddler, when you suddenly heard a loud fart noise come from toge's direction.

seishiro started giggling and asked "more, twooge!" causing toge's eyes to crinkle underneath his bangs as he plays the godforsaken sound on his phone repeatedly.

at that point the toddler had completely forgotten about his earlier demise as evidenced by his uncontrollable laughter and flailing around while holding the phone bigger than his hand.

he kept pressing the button over and over again, sometimes even attempting to recreate the sound with his little lips. you wanted to facepalm internally, but seeing both of them having so much fun and eyes crinkling so hard, you couldn't help but share their laughter as the three of you started heading back into the dorms, hand in hand with toge as he carries seishiro in his arms.

ps. i actually thought about what it would be like if toge had a toddler that also has cursed speech. and i just can imagine the two of them talking w/ random ingredients like the bby’s gonna say “papa, tuna?” and inumaki would be like “sujiko?” then they’re gonna have a full conversation consisting of “tuna mayo!” “shake shake” “ikuraaa?” and the mom is just looking at them like “??”

although gege did say the inumakis communicate with their heart so… they may just be like this

[unknownwriting]

hello hello my love (◠‿◕) I ADORE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH... LIKE ADORE ADORE AND WHEN I FOUND YOU WRITE FOR OP CHARACTERS 😔😔

wondering if i can request a ace x fem reader (fluff and crack) where they dance, hug, and bake in thatchs kitchen at 3 a.m like this scenario

ѕummαrч - Requested ^^

wαrníngѕ - ⚠️major warning!! You might die from all the fluff!!!⚠️ (lmaoo and unedited 🤧)

chαrαctєrѕ - Portgas D. Ace

umm thíѕ íѕ thє cutєѕt shit I have ever seen!! And then with Ace!!!! Omfg this is literally amazing!! Ughh I’m so in love!! Also sorry about the long wait, prom was yesterday and I was spending most my time getting ready and catching up on school work so I can enjoy the weekend.

- It’s common for you too be on night watch for the crew. You don’t mind it actually. There is just something about walking around the ship at the dead of night, just listening to the waves and watching the stars.

- it’s a nice break from the loud and chaotic crew you live with. Plus being a rare girl on a mostly boy crew, you needed the space. However there is one that just seems to never leave you. Portgas D. Ace. A loud mouth, immature, idiot.

- he follows you around everywhere. He just loves to be with you. No matter what y’all do, sleeping, talking, eating, bathing, and especially fighting. Ace is just so in love with you. You complete him, make him feel so happy and loved.

- but even you sometimes need a break. So of course, this another reason you liked night watch a lot too. With how energetic Ace is, he needs his sleep as much as anyone. So you get a tiny little break from him. However, there are some nights we’re having his company isn’t too bad

- tonight was one of those nights

It’s was quiet all across the ship, only the sound of the waves accompanying you. And the occasional crashing in the kitchen. You didn’t pay much mind to, Thatch is d too strict with the kitchen so there are a lot of midnight snackers. So it’s easy to pass it off as that, however when you began to hear even more knocking and even the occasional cruse from the midnight snackers, it was easy to figure out who it was.

Muttering to yourself, you lift yourself up from the deck and began to make your way to the kitchen, still wrapped in your blanket. Even with barely any light you still were able to find your way to the kitchen. The layout of the ship might as well be on the back of your hand ay this point.

Soon enough you made it too the kitchen, and sure enough, there was Ace standing at the counter, trying to make a sandwich? Maybe? Whatever it was, it looked like a really sad attempt at a sandwich.

“Are you trying to make a sandwich or are you…?” You trailed off as you stood at the door trying to twist Ace’s mess into a sandwich. He jumped a few feet in the air before he turned to face you, making you chuckle. Ace is one of the few people who isn’t allowed to be in the kitchen without Thatch in there with him. After seeing you, though, Ace let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Well it was when I started, but I think I got a little carried away.” You could still hear the drowsiness on his voice as he talked. Clearly he was still half asleep. Its amazing how much this man can eat, no matter the day, “Good thing its you though. If it was Thatch I would be dead by now. I don’t know why I can’t have midnight snacks.”

You chuckled again as you entered the kitchen and walked up to the taller man. Taking another glance as the sandwich, although it looks a little weird, it doesn’t look bad and its looks good enough to make you a little hangry again too. Sighing, you look up at the candle lit man and tossed her blanket to the side, “You got double luckily tonight too. I’m getting a little hungry too.” 

“Really?” Ace gasped, as his eyes begin light up, “Does that mean you’ll help me find something?”

“Yeah I guess so.” You smiled as you made you way to the pantry, with Ace following close behind. Just as you said either, Ace loves to do almost anything and everything with you, so you joining him in the kitchen makes him so happy. You’re not the best at cooking things but you know how to make a few things here and there. Waffles is a good choice. Something simple and quick to make. 

And just as you reached up to grab it, Ace snatched it from you, “Waffles? This late?” Ace teased.

“Well do you have a better idea? I’m hungry and want something sweet.” You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing the bag from him. To make a small mess you were gonna mix the batter then let Ace cook the waffles. Easy trade off.

“Hmm, Waffles can be good, I guess.”

“Well I get your not gonna get anything.”

“Ack! Waffles are amazing. Such a great choice.”

You scoffed as you began to gather all the eggs, water, and utensils you needed. Ace took a seat on the counter and watched you. It’s often that y’all spend time together in silence, it’s a very nice, comforting silence. Plus Ace just loves to watch you, it makes him happy knowing that he was lucky enough to fall in love with you. Watching you move around the kitchen, the way you worked, the way your hair moved, the way you would smile to yourself (which Ace would always complain about being creepy). Just existing makes Ace feel so happy.

It didn’t take long to finish mixing the batter and as soon as you did, you began to portion it out to make even waffles. Once that was go finished, you turn on your heel to tell Ace it was his turn, but instead caught his eyes staring at you quite intensely. Before you could even say anything, Ace held out his hand for you to grab. Without questioning it you grabbed it and was quickly pulled into his chest while his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Hmm?” You hummed, wanting to know what was up. All Ace did in return was kiss your cheek as he pulled you even closer to him.

“I miss you. You always spend most of your time on night watch. I barely get to sleep with you any more.” Ace muttered into your cheek as he slowly began to sway. You followed him, almost falling to trance.

“Ace I still need a break. I love you. But if I’m being honest your personality is a little too strong sometimes.” You answered, wrapping your arms around his neck. It’s stretched your body a bit but it was nice to hold him like this. It’s true, even you are missing him a little bit but you always see him the next day. You still miss cuddling with the man though. Ace didn’t say anything back, he just hummed. He probably knows how strong his personality can get. Y’all both stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other company and you even forgot about the waffles for a moment, until you caught it from the side of your eye, “Oh Ace, the mix. We still have to cook the waffles.”

“I’m not even that hungry anymore.”

“Yeah right, in the next 10 minutes you gonna be complaining about how hungry you are.” You laughed as you tried to shift your way out of Ace’s grip, but he was moving at all. You knew better that Ace wasn’t gonna let go, so instead you just shifted in his grip. So now Ace is glued to you back while you cook the waffles. It wasn’t how you wanted the cooking to go but it’s not bad. At least you weren’t cold. With Ace pressed against you, you felt warm and secure in his arms.

Although it didn’t take long for you to get annoyed with him. You could hardly do anything with Ace on you and the only thing you go out of it was Ace feeding you. At least he fed himself too.

It would be a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy your time with him though. It’s true that you find Ace snacking a lot at night but it’s rare to have moments like these with him. Just the 2 of y’all, enjoy each others company, and spending each moment attached to the hip. For how loud, chaotic, and childish this man can be, he does a good job with showering you in love. Which only makes you fall for him even more.

[katnissmellarkkk]

Okayyyyy, I got massive stomach cramps and don’t feel great right now so I decided it’s a good time read and blog chapter four for THGagain 😅🤧🥳

I feel nauseous as it is, Katniss narrating Haymitch laying in barf is 🤢

Peeta and her just exchanged a glance about Haymitch, they’re already silently communicating 🥰🥰🥰

Yes, I will be blogging every minuscule detail of Everlark’s interactions and what about it?

Katniss and Peeta already have a silent agreement, they’re bonding here already 🥰🥰🥰 yes my shipper comments are coming in hot and strong like a freight train this morning they’re surprising even me ok

Okay, Katniss shut up about Haymitch smearing his vomit across his face I really chose the wrong time to read this chapter, y’all pray for my stomach

If Haymitch is sort of fat the way Katniss kind of makes him sound (calling him paunchy and implying a beer belly) then her and Peeta really must both be considerably strong because hauling a drunk, 240ish pound (I’m just guessing his weight) man can’t be an easy feat.

Why did Katniss just give me the image of Haymitch’s hairy chest? 😂😂😂😂😂 she’s so over the top descriptive in some ways and in others, she just glazes over important details like 😅😅😅

Of course she sees everything Peeta does as trying to get one up her in strategy and not because he’s a genuine or caring guy 😅😅😅 I don’t blame her she’s going to a death match after all but I still laugh, knowing what’s coming and who Peeta is.

Speaking of this scene reminds me though, I don’t remember who said it recently but I saw a different post about this idea and I really liked it : what if Peeta is so comfortable / casual about bathing or caring for a drunk Haymitch because he’s experienced this same kind of interaction with his father? The man who apparently doesn’t stop his wife from beating at least one of his kids? What if he drinks and that’s why this part with Haymitch isn’t seeming to throw Peeta at all? Maybe it’s a far-fetched idea but I thought it was worth mentioning 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oooo though, Peeta right from the start couldn’t stand the people of the Capitol any more than Katniss could. They have more in common than I even thought.

Also though, Katniss thinking to herself that she would make a Capitol worker deal with drunk, dirty Haymitch as a form of vengeance because of their privilege and idiocy versus Peeta who doesn’t want revenge is really a good, very subtle show of character and who they are when they start out in the series. And how Katniss was really stuck in a middle ground between Gale’s ideology and Peeta’s, and how she evolves and fully comes to Peeta’s side at the end. Let’s be real though, by the end I don’t think even Gale was on his own side anymore when it came to justice and vengeance and war.

Awww Katniss is just suddenly realizing Peeta’s kind at his very core 🤧😫🥺🥰🥲. I need to stop writing about every little detail and just get on with this chapter sorry to anyone who’s reading this wreck.

“Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there. And I can't let Peeta do this. [...] I decide, from this moment on, to have as little as possible to do with the baker's son” yeah, this resolve really worked out for you, girlfriend 👍🏻

Also I kind of love how at the start she would constantly refer to Peeta as “the baker’s son” like Mr. Mellark is just chilling with no name, he’s just the baker and Peeta is just known as his son. Can you imagine if we got Peeta’s or someone else’s point of view and Katniss was referred to the coal miner’s daughter? Like that Barbara Streisand movie that I’ve never seen but my gramma has on VHS.

Okay she just threw the cookies from Mr. Mellark out of the window and like 😤😓 like what if my idea that Peeta made those cookies specially for her is true and the brat just tossed them out the window like talk about ungrateful kids nowadays

“the packet of cookies hits the ground and bursts open in a patch of dandelions by the track.” I don’t know what this is exactly meant to symbolize but I’m gonna pretend it confirms my Peeta baked the cookies idea 😎😎😎

Katniss’ flashback to Prim and her collecting dandelions and going through the plant book to find more edible plants is nice if for nothing else, it shows Prim actually taking an active part in helping them survive. I need to be nicer to Prim, I gotta keep trying to turn this bus around.

Katniss’ descriptions of going places alone for the first time without her father is so sad 🥺🥺🥺

Also though she said it was the first time past the fence “without my father’s weapons to protect me”. So did Mr. Everdeen have more than a bow and arrow? Because Katniss says one line later that she retrieved the small bow and arrow her dad made her for a little protection, which is a). Super cute because I never realized her dad made her mini hunting gear 🥺🥺🥺 and b). Wording to me just sounded like Mr. Everdeen was in possession of more weapons than just a bow but maybe it’s just me 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

It’s so melancholy though that Katniss never had truly hunted before her father died. He hunted and she just came along. He never saw her shoot her first deer. 🥺

I feel like the segment here is very important, “Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and you're dead. I checked and double-checked the plants I harvested with my father's pictures. I kept us alive.”

I always forget that in Katniss’ eyes Peeta was rich. She even just referred to his father as one of her wealthier clients.

Okay but girlfriend really said she dug up katniss roots with her toes and then had her mother and sister eat them 😒😒😒 gurl, thats nasty

Also her father’s “as long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve” was such a dad joke, omg 😅😅😅🥲😂😂😂😂, he sounds so nerdy

Ummm so Mrs. Everdeen started singing and that was a key moment to let Katniss know she was better but like ... does everyone in Twelve sing now? Did both her parents have good voices? Does this lady ever sing again? She barely has any speaking lines I don’t know where she would sing

Aww, that part where Katniss says she could never get past her mother’s abandonment and could never really forgive it resonates with me. Idk why because I never went through anything like that. But I’m unforgiving so. Also it seems a lot more accurate and true to a real girl’s reaction than a lot of other directions that could have gone.

Awww, Katniss’ regret 🥺. I feel that too. You wanna be able to express your anger because you have so much hurt but there’s a part of you deep down that wants to work things out still 🤧🤧🤧. Esp if you’re probably about to die.

Okay, sidebar but fish stew and strawberries sounds nasty 🤮 that might just be my bad stomach right now

Bahahaha I’m sorry bad place to launch but “I’m so glad I didn’t drown that cat, so he can comfort my sister in my absence” got me

Now I think of it though. Parallel beginning to end. Buttercup comforts Prim when she thinks Katniss surely can’t come home again and then he comforts Katniss in the end when she knows for a fact that Prim can’t come home again 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ugh I feel her loneliness though. I hate when I’m away from people I love and I’m strange places with people I don’t know but will one day become close as family to and I think about what everyone else is doing without me. That’s just like ... the loneliest feeling ever. 😭😢😓😥

“Probably the drawers hold any number of nightgowns, but I just strip off my shirt and pants and climb into bed in my underwear.” This works very well with my headcanons for post canon and all my AUs. Basically how her and Peeta sleep in my mind 😎😎😎🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Katniss can’t cry even after the day she’s had because she’s too used to pushing back on all her emotions and forcing herself to be strong, to the point that it’s ingrained in her even when she’s facing an almost definite promise of death 😥😥😥

There’s probably a parallel between her comfort being the train rocking her to sleep and Peeta rocking her to calm her down in Catching Fire. 🤷🏼‍♀️. Idek where the parallel really is but I thought it so I said it that’s how this works.

Does Effie feel like repetition somehow makes her words more impactful? 🤨

Katniss’ practically coming through with the whole “I put my clothes from yesterday back on since they’re not dirty yet.” Kind of just reminds the reader that she probably has to typically wear all her clothes until they’re so filthy she has no choice but to wash them in the sink or lake.

How does her braid still look acceptable? If I ever sleep in any hairstyle it looks like the 80s crimped pony when I wake up 🥲.

Why is Effie swearing and Haymitch is laughing while Peeta looks embarrassed? Do we ever get an answer for this?

Awww, Katniss has only had an orange one time in her life, when her father bought one for her, for New Years 😭😭😭😭. Like the fact that she doesn’t even recognize orange juice because she’s never had it 😔😔😔 and the fact that an orange, one of the nastiest fruits in the world with its vile taste and texture is a treat to her 😫😫😫

I agree with you though, boo, about coffee. It does taste bitter and thin 😖😖😖

Also I know her mother was a merchant growing up but part of me thinks her mom experienced all these luxuries (the velvet dress, the coffee, etc) because she was close to the Donners.

Peeta and her have never had hot choccy 😩😩😩 well I decide they have it every day after the war

Omg her savage comments to her mother 😅😅😅

Is Haymitch drinking a Bloody Mary? 🤣🤣

Ugh I forget how irritating Haymitch is at the start? Like I’m trying to remember does he really not ever even try with the tributes or is that a show he puts on to make it seem like he doesn’t care? He must care if he can recall every single one of them for the memory book in the end of Mockingjay.

Katniss and Peeta are still having silent conversations like y’all kids are already married basically 🤷🏼‍♀️ I don’t make these rules I just push them

They’ve never had a real conversation but this is their third silent one 🤣😅🤧

Honestly Peeta is written though as such a love interest from the start. I was thinking about that last night, that when I first read these books with zero expectations of anything, there was always something that hit different in her narration of Peeta versus Gale and every other male she encounters. I get why it’s seen that she secretly harbored a crush on him from the start. I was in like 9th grade when I originally read these books leave my stupid newfound revelations alone

“I'm surprised to see the hardness in his eyes. [Peeta] generally seems so mild.” This is why I love him. Peeta’s so much more than a generic kind person. He has so many layers.

Even Katniss is shocked by the different aspects of his personality and he’s not just some walk on nice dude 😅🤦🏼‍♀️ it’s a journey for her in the first book to get to know him and all his different layers.

And I kind of feel like the people who say he’s super weak or child coded ... just never truly understood Katniss’ changing perspective on him. Like somehow a few people ended up getting trapped in how Katniss saw him at the start or something. That made no sense ignore it it’s a working theory.

Omg Peeta’s got some violence in him. Honestly I always liked how he just unexpectedly knocked the glass from Haymitch’s hand and shattered it on the floor. Like he smacked it hard.

Somehow I feel like Peeta’s ability to lash out stems from his abuse ngl 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also I love that Peeta talks about both him and Katniss. “That’s very funny. Just not to us.” Because they’re already a team. They’ve already got an unspoken understanding. It’s so beautiful 🥺

Idk why it makes me laugh that Haymitch “consider this for a moment” before just punching Peeta. Like I know in hindsight he punched Peeta here as a test to see if bread boy was a true fighter (he is, y’all 😭) but it reads on the first time as Haymitch is drunk and is slow on the uptake 😅.

Katniss’ diving a knife into the table seems less impressive honestly than Peeta managing to knock a glass from Haymitch’s hand, all the way across the room 😑🤭

Also she braces herself to get hit as well but can you even imagine if Haymitch hit a little girl? Like she’s not Prim but she’s a five foot like one sixteen year old who probably weighs less than 100 pounds. Just saying, imagine how much different we’d all feel about their mentor if he punched her too 🤐

“Did I actually get a pair of fighters?” 🥺🥺🥺 you have no idea, old geez 😭😭😭😭😭

Peeta is so sad though when you realize he just took a hit and nonchalantly puts some ice on like it’s nothing.

Also Haymitch saying don’t ice it, let the mark show, must be a foreign thing to Peeta, considering the implied abuse from his mother. He’s probably spent his whole life icing bruises and marks to make them less visible to people at school 😭😭😭😭

Bahahaha “that’s against the rules”. Peeta is such a rule follower at the start. Probably because as a merchant he was better off than the Seam so he was likely raised that if you disobey or get in trouble, you’ll lose the food or money or business that’s keeps you surviving, versus Katniss who just straight up had to break the law in order to live. I’m just making notes here this isn’t a serious thought yet.

I wasn’t aware Katniss was experienced at throwing knives 😦. Girl, you always had a good shot at these games, why you sell yourself short? Why does Peeta as well? Lord, what district 12 kids need is a motivational speaker and perhaps some self-help books.

“Not entirely hopeless” sounds like a compliment coming from Haymitch 😭😅

“Attractive enough” is an indication they’re both v v v sexy 😎😏 I’m kidding no one vague blog about me

“the best-looking tributes always seem to pull more sponsors.” Side eying you, Finnick 😛

So do a lot of kids resistant their stylists most years? Based on Haymitch’s advise to them it seems like he’s dealt with some temper tantrums 😅

Oh wow. She’s giving geographically explanations for the Capitol and its location and I got a D+ in geography so let’s move on because I don’t understand what place she could be referring to 🤧🤐

I do love how at the start she constantly refers to Peeta as either the baker’s son or his full name. 😅😂🥳

Awww Katniss is claustrophobic because of her father’s death 😭🥺🤧

“Both Peeta and I run to the window to see what we've only seen on television, the Capitol, the ruling city of Panem” they’re so young and little and sheltered 🤧🤧🤧🤧 like two kids their first time you take them to Disneyland. If Disneyland was trying to kill people, that is. Which it might be because those rides and their seatbelts never feel secure ya know what I’m saying I digress but still.

There’s a sweet shop in district 12??? I was over here thinking I invented it after the war in my fics??? I gotta rewrite now 😒

Okay how did Peeta’s waving get construed recently as being childlike? He literally just outright said he only waved at the people because one of them could be rich. It was blatantly to showcase the difference in Katniss and Peeta. Katniss walked away the second she grew disgusted by the Capitol people because she won’t perform for anyone. Peeta, who’s probably been performing to hide his mother’s abuse his whole life, knows how to manipulate a crowd and sees the importance in making powerful people like you. Even if you find them vile.

Katniss now going on about how she’s misjudged Peeta and he is a master manipulator. I mean, she ain’t wrong but she still ain’t right here either.

“His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim. Did Peeta put him up to that?” I seriously think Peeta did ask him to go give her the cookies, just not for the reason she thinks 😅.

I always thought his crying at the Justice Building/Train Station was genuine and legitimate but honestly, Katniss makes a good point here. We later do see how cunning and artful Peeta is with manipulating a crowd. He’s always 10 steps ahead of Katniss on that count. Maybe his crying was an act?

“Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed.” I don’t think that’s true 🤣😅. I think Peeta just got fed up.

“And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd.” You could have waved too, Katty Deen 😂. It’s funny how she had a better opportunity to do all these things Peeta did to win people over. She’s a girl, she’s much smaller than him in the book, she’s pretty according to Haymitch, Prim, Gale and Peeta. If she’d cried at the station or waved to the crowd and then showcased her bow and arrow skills, she’d easily have been considered a potential Career.

“All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.” No, dum dum. He’s fighting hard to be likable and keep you alive. I don’t think he had the Star Crossed Lovers planned from the get-go but he clearly knew he could be a key player making her the victor. And he is. But he also becomes one too and that’s just beautiful 🥺🤧😭😭🤧😭🥺😭😭🥺🤧🤧😭🥺🤧🤧😭🥺😭🥺

Okay, that’s all for my thoughts on chapter four! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 I know I carried on far too long but if you made it to the end, feel proud of yourself. Because I never shut up.