#tan fluff

[yxami]

Okay but Yandere Jock and nerd reader who overworks herself to get perfect grades. He first notices that she falls asleep during lunch or she misses a day from lack of sleep or getting sick from overworking herself. Though she hates missing school or notices her eyes bags or not eating just to work on homework to get perfect grades and all A's. He finds out and shows up to her house or stops bullying her and starts forcing her to take good care of herself and take breaks.

description: yandere jock x gender neutral reader, not really yandere rn, fluff, being taken care of by him, overworking yourself, mentioned bullying

Ethan would freak out if he saw the reader prioritizing school over their well-being. He’d watch your every move during classes he had with you, wondering why your head kept slowly dropping before your body jolted up. You were obviously tired but why has it been continuing for the past few days?

He would immediately show up at your house when you skipped a day. He would assume you either slept in or you were so sick you couldn’t get up for school today, and you always made it to school!

His knocking would become more insistent by every second you didn’t open. Were you so sick you couldn’t get up? Did you have a fever? Were you going to die if he didn’t tear this door down?!?

“Jesus, I’m coming” Your groggy voice called out, obviously being woken up by the soon to be intruder.

You opened the door to see his tall frame right at your door. You wondered what the hell he needed, was he going to get mad at you for skipping? You knew the last time you were sick he stormed over and took care of you. Is that what he planned to do again?

“Why did you skip school, and why have you been so tired lately?” He entered your house as if he was a regular visitor and he almost could be one at this rate. You stared at him puzzled but backed up so he could enter. “You know I told you to start taking care of yourself” He grabbed your hand and led you further into your house.

“I am! I’ve just been focusing on grades lately” You huffed, sitting down in one of the chairs you had. He entered your kitchen and looked around for some ingredients to make something. “Have you even been eating, you look half dead” He found ingredients to make pasta and decided on that.

“I’m pretty sure I ate a granola bar while I studied, it’s not like me studying a lot is unhealthy” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re not eating, sleeping, and your only studying. That would be one of the examples of unhealthiness” He started boiling water, waiting for it to heat up.

“I’ve just been too focused, that’s all. You didn’t have to come over, I’m not dying or anything” You sighed, resting your head on your folded arms laid on the table. He eyed you from kitchen, making sure you weren’t leaving the kitchen to go study.

“Tch, you love to make me worried huh?” He whispered his response to himself, continuing to prepare the pasta.

By the time he finished, you were peacefully sleeping with your head down. He wondered if he should wake you up to eat, surely you wouldn’t mind? You needed to eat first before sleeping or else nothing would change with an empty stomach.

“Hey, cmon eat and then you can sleep” He softly shook you, trying not to be rough with you. You murmured nonsense before actually putting words together. “Mph, what is it?” You raised your head up to see his big frame protecting you from the bright kitchen light.

“Some pasta, eat it first then you can sleep” He placed the bowl in-front of you, stabbing some pasta with a fork and putting it in your mouth. You took ahold of the fork and enjoyed the delicious pasta.

“It’s so good" You said before getting another mouthful of it in your mouth. he patiently waited for you to finish, finding your expression adorable as you happily ate.

“I’m glad I’m getting at better at cooking, seems like you’re gonna need someone to cook for you” He grinned, the way you scarfed the food down told him enough. You nodded quickly, wanting him to come over and cook more often.

“Good, I’ll start coming over more when I can” He plucked out a pasta noodle from your bowl and ate it. It turned out better than he expected!

After you ate, you got sleepy on a full stomach, especially with the lack of sleep you didn’t get prior.

“I’m gonna go watch tv in the living room, take a nap and we can hangout and do something later, k?” He tucked you in, half because he wanted you to be comfortable and to make sure you wouldn’t leave your bed without him noticing.

“Mkay, if I sleep too much you can just stay over” You yawned, eyes getting teary from the length of it.

Ethan nodded and pat your head before leaving and closing your door. You fell asleep faster then you thought you would and felt more comfortable now that you knew he was always going to be there if you ever needed help.

[stevesbestgirl]

Would you ever write for tangerine 🍊 Cause I would disintegrate of joy

Peachy

Tangerine x f!Reader

1922 words

Warnings: major spoilers for the first third of Bullet Train- for real, this follows the plot super closely, so please watch the movie first (I super recommend), mention of a dead body, alcohol, Tan being a flirt, maybe a little OOC Tangerine, but really he's just soft on reader, pet names, sexual content, swearing, thigh riding, reader really just says "fuck it, he's hot"

You gave a squeak of surprise as a disheveled-looking man crashed into the snack cart, pinching your fingers against the plastic seat edge. You ducked your head, stifling a curse.

“Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re goin’, mate? Bloody fucking hell, it’s not hard to watch out for a pretty lady, is it?”

You glanced sharply across the aisle at the man who had spoken, a chestnut-haired stranger with a neat mustache and sparkling blue eyes. The man who had bumped the cart muttered something in Japanese and continued on his way. While the girl staffing the cart was distracted, the handsome stranger across from you palmed two packages of cookies, tucking them in his coat and sending you a quick wink, as though you were in on the secret. 

You forced your gaze away, back to the open book in front of you, though you couldn’t stop a little smile, even sinking your teeth into your lower lip. 

“What is he, fucking blind or something?” he redirected his conversation back to the man sitting across from him, who had lighter hair and a darker skin tone. You stole another glance at the pair; they were wearing matching tweed overcoats, which was rather cute. You made a conscious effort to not eavesdrop, but he spoke to you directly again, “You alright then, love?”

Nodding quickly, you forced words out before you could fully process the fact that he was still talking to you, “I’m okay. Thank you- for speaking up, I mean.”

“Well someone’s got to, don’t they? Can’t have a pretty thing like you getting all banged up, can we?” That pulled a smile from you- a real one, which he seemed to appreciate, “Now that’s what I like to see.”

Your stomach was light at his attention and you found yourself wanting more of it, "What should I call my knight in shining armor?"

"Name's Tangerine." His companion made a comment you couldn't make out and received a glare, "And this here is Lemon. And what's your name then, sweetheart?"

“Do I get to pick a fake name too?” you teased.

Lemon laughed aloud, “I think I like her.”

Tangerine leaned across the aisle, offering you one of the offending snacks from the cart, waving away your protest, “You were reaching for something, weren’t ya? Before that prick came banging down the aisle.”

“Really, I’m fine, I promise-”

“Look love, I don’t even want this. If you don’t take it, it’s going in the bin.”

Reluctantly, you accepted his offering, though you raised an eyebrow, "If you didn't want it, why'd you steal it?"

Tangerine opened his mouth to reply, but Lemon beat him to it, "Because he needs therapy."

That made you laugh, "Don't we all." Tangerine glared at Lemon, like he'd stolen something from him. You smiled at him again, “Thank you.”

“You grateful enough to give me your name then?”

“Oi-” Lemon nudged Tangerine, “Sleeping beauty is awake.” And indeed, the young man with face tattoos seated beside Tangerine was coming around. You had assumed they weren’t together. 

Your heart sank a bit as they both redirected their attention, seeming to forget about you; you missed when Tangerine stole a glance back at you, having already resumed your reading. You didn’t have to make too much of an effort not to eavesdrop this time- they kept their conversation low, easily slipping under the constant din of chatter and the rattle of train on track. 

At least, until an argument started. Tangerine was the first to escalate and soon the pair were shouting numbers back and forth at each other, counting off some kind of tally. You decided that now was a good time to get yourself a drink.

The bar was unstaffed; you grabbed a glass and mixed yourself a drink, taking a seat by the window. You considered leaving money on the counter, but Tangerine had given you a dangerous little confidence boost. He was gorgeous- and he was trouble. He made you want a bit of both. You finished your drink as the train pulled into the station, leaving the glass on the counter and heading back to your seat. 

At least, you went in that direction, only making it down a car’s length through the traffic of disembarking passengers. Once the aisle cleared, you were left facing the only other person still standing, Tangerine. His brow was furrowed as he scanned the car, not seeming to find what he was looking for.

“Everything alright?” You stepped a little closer, almost bumping into him as he began moving forward, still gazing around.

His gaze snapped to you with such intensity that you started back, but he quickly softened, catching your elbow to steady you, “I was wondering where you got to, sweetheart.”

You gestured over your shoulder, “Thought I’d get a drink. Although maybe I should have waited for you- you kind of look like you could use one.”

“Er- yeah. One of our things is missing- a briefcase. You mind helping me look for it? Maybe I can get that drink on the way.”

“That’s awful about your things, of course I’ll help you look.”

“Knew I could count on you, love.” He captured your hand in his, warmth encapsulating your fingers and flooding your cheeks as he brought you with him down the aisle. “Now, it’s a silver briefcase, with a train sticker on the handle.”

You trailed after him, scanning the cars and finding nothing. By the time you reached the bar again, Tangerine was visibly frustrated, releasing your hand to smooth back his hair. 

You paused a second before resting your palm on his bicep, "Don't worry, we'll find it."

When he glanced at you, there was a glint in his eye, but his gaze flicked up over your shoulder. You glanced back; there was a man leaning up against the window, slumped like he might be sleeping. 

Tangerine took your hand from his arm and squeezed it softly, "Gimme a second, love."

He marched over to the man, giving his shoulder a shake, "You mind giving us a minute here, mate?"

But the man's head lolled, making his center of gravity shift. The body slipped from the seat onto the floor of the car, revealing a knife wound on the chest and dead eyes beneath sunglasses. Your gasp was lost under the curse from Tangerine. Stumbling back, you bumped into the bar, making the glasses rattle on the wall.

Tangerine didn't move to comfort you right away; he watched the way you struggled to look at anything other than at the body, the way you tensed when you failed. 

Then he approached slowly, his hands raised, "Alright love, I'm gonna need you to relax for me alright?"

"How are you so calm?" His eyebrows drew in, making him look rather guilty and your stomach twisted, "It's not really your briefcase we're looking for, is it?"

He planted his fists on his hips, blowing out a breath, "Of course it is." He sounded offended that you would even ask. "Let's put it this way: that briefcase belongs to a friend of mine. And if I don't get it back and return it to him, he's going to be very, very angry with me, understand love?"

"Oh my god, you're a thief."

"I am not a thief," he protested adamantly."I'm an assassin." And whether you like it or not, sweetheart, it looks like you're involved now." 

He expected you to cry, to be completely honest. Or he thought maybe you'd hit him- it wouldn't be the first time that had happened. But he didn't expect you to grin, "Does that mean I get a code name?"

"Er, sure." He cupped your elbow, "You're taking this very well. You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." You raised an eyebrow, "I thought you wanted to find that case."

Tangerine lifted a brow, seeming impressed, "How about pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin?"

"For your code name, love, keep up if you can," he grinned.

“I’m going to choose to believe you’re trying to be cute and not commenting on my weight.”

“Alright, fair. Clementine ain’t too bad though.”

“If you call me Clem, I swear-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep working on it.” He snapped his fingers, “Got it- Peach.”

You crooked an eyebrow, “I don’t hate it. Give it a go.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in that signature smirk of his just before he leaned in, pressing you against the bar with one hand on your hip and the other on the counter behind you. “C’mere, Peach,” he breathed the words up your neck, his nose tracing the line of your jaw before he cupped it in his palm, ghosting his lips over yours.

And then he smirked again at the way your lips parted in surprise, making heat rise in your cheeks, "Not bad, hm?"

"Alright Tan, you've made your point," you huffed, placing a hand flat on his chest.

He captured your wrist between his fingers, "And now we're getting cozy with each other." His voice was almost a hum, barely audible over the train, but you heard him clearly.

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you met those sparkling blue eyes and then his lips were on yours. His hands slipped over your waist to cup your hips, pulling you toward him as though he didn't already have you pinned to the bar. 

Not that you minded, wrapping an arm around his neck, you threaded fingers into his hair and held him just as tightly. His soft lips explored yours, surprisingly gentle compared to the way his hands were groping at your waist. 

He slotted his leg between your thighs, grabbing your hips with both hands, "We've only got a minute now, love, so I need you to do exactly as I say, understand?"

You nodded, the breathy affirmation leaving your lips not sounding much like you, "Yes Tan."

"That's a good girl," he breathed, sending sparks right to your core just before he dug his fingers into your hips, grinding you over his thigh. At the sounds of your strangled moans, he smirked, "You like that, Peach?" One hand left your hips to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing your lower lip as he lowered his head to your neck again, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin there and he continued to guide you along his thigh.

"Come on now, pretty girl, be a peach for me, will you?"

He chuckled softly at his own joke, his mustache tickling your neck, but the humor was lost on you as your breathing grew rapid, the pressure of his thigh between your legs making you gasp with each movement of your hips, guided by Tangerine's fingers on your hip, which were sure to leave marks when he let go.

You cried out, your hips moving in time with his guidance without your direction as you chased your release.

Biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, Tan hummed, "This is only just the beginning, sweet Peach. Because you belong to me now." He slipped his thumb into your mouth as you rode his thigh, the taste of him on your tongue sending you over the edge.

"Tan, T-" convulsions racked your body as an orgasm swept through you, slackening your muscles and leaving you panting against Tangerine's chest.

He cupped your chin, stealing a kiss from your lips before he smiled, “Come on then, we’d better get moving.”

[levmada]

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[v4mpy-cat]

Hi hello.

Could I possibly have Lee Forte and Ler Tan? :3

Laughter is the Best Medicine!

[Caution! This contains painful groaning, a sick bean, tickling, giggling, like, a LOT, and VERY loud laughter!]

I must warn you that somewhere in the middle, I got VERY loud, cuz no one was in the house the time I made this.

Enjoy!~

[full-peach]

nothing much….just thinking about how good glitch mode haechan looked🫠💚

(my knees are so weak for this man🙈

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: domestic fluff ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~0.8k ♡ track: Miss Right ~ BTS: “I told you many qualifications about my Miss Right, but why you’re my Miss Right is… you are… just you.”

♡ summary: Yoongi specifically took this day off of work because he knew you needed to take a day off. So let him take care of you, goddammit.

♡ an: thanks to @daydreamer-writing for creating this prompt for me. i love you!! this is also going to be a kind of sequel to sugarplum sweetheart, but you don't need to have read that one first. 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Yoongi woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for his phone to check the time. He wasn't even fully awake and the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and there were already at least two things wrong with the day: coffee was brewing, and the bed was empty.

Yoongi loved you. Yoongi loved you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He forever owed Jimin and his girlfriend for introducing the two of you. You fit together like puzzle pieces or movies and popcorn or a thousand other things he could compare you to.

Right now, however, he was comparing you to an alarm that he thought he turned off but it somehow was still ringing.

You worked as a daycare teacher throughout the year, but you picked up a second job during the summer to make some extra money in the flourishing tourist scene. The problem is that Yoongi would describe you as a workaholic who didn't stop until someone forced you to.

Sighing, tossed his phone to the side and sat up. Today was supposed to be your day off. Yoongi had taken this day off specifically to make sure that you didn't do anything too strenuous. You were right on the verge of working yourself to sickness, and he told you last night that you couldn't get out of bed until after he did.

He knew you felt guilty when you spent time resting, but that was why he was here.

Yoongi walked quietly to the kitchen and took a moment just to watch you. The coffee was done and you were sipping at it slowly while you were dancing around preparing breakfast. You looked like a mess, but you were a hot mess and you were all his.

You needed to go back to bed and get some more sleep.

He padded across the floor and draped himself across your back as you mixed the pancake batter. You let out a quiet giggle. "You're not usually up this early."

"And I told you not to be up this early and that I would take care of things today." He didn't have to be looking at you to know you were rolling your eyes.

"I'm fine, Yoonie," you insisted, trying to hide a sniff. "It's just breakfast."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes at you. He reached around you to gently pull the whisk from your hand. "And I will finish this while you go back to sleep."

You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his shoulders. Yoongi could so clearly see the dark circles beneath your eyes. You needed rest, why were you being so stubborn?

(If the tables were turned, you'd be thinking the same things about him. You had pulled Yoongi from his studio after not seeing him for four days straight, usually with Hobi or Namjoon for backup).

"Yoonie~~" you drew out, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm capable of making breakfast."

"That's not what I said." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Jagiya, this is your first day off in months. Please let me take care of you this time."

He wasn't playing fair. Yoongi knew how hard it was for you to accept help from others, but he also knew you had a hard time telling him no when he so gently begged.

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulders. "I'll go back to bed after breakfast." Yoongi let out a small chuckle. That was fair. The batter was already made, and he didn't want the coffee to go cold. Although, between the two of you, even if it did it wouldn't go to waste.

"Alright, but no more coffee for you."

"Fine." You made no effort to move, content to be leaning against your boyfriend, and said boyfriend normally wouldn't mind, but—

"Jagiya, I need to move so I can make you breakfast." You groaned, but let him go, going to sit down at the table. "I'll be fast, okay? And then I'll wrap myself around you like a koala and we'll take an amazing morning nap together." You let out a sound of agreement and rested your head on your arms.

Yoongi worked quickly, whipping up and cooking the pancakes, even adding some scrambled eggs and bacon. He wasn't going to just let you have some basic-ass breakfast, he was going to go all out for you. You more than deserved it.

Right as he started plating the food to deliver to you, he heard a small snore behind him. Yoongi turned, and you were fast asleep, hunched over on the table. He let out a breathy laugh and set the plate down on the counter.

He gently shook you just awake enough to help you walk back to the bedroom and climb into bed. Hurrying back to the kitchen, he wrapped everything up and stored it in the fridge. Breakfast for lunch sounded just as good.

Then Yoongi went back to join you in bed, wrapping himself around you like a koala, and decided he could use a nap today too.

thanks for reading!!

[creeping-willow]

"I want you to meet my family" wip <3

(was i supposed to be working on my ghosts continuation or my ghostroach fic? yes

did i instead start a soapghost oneshot that has been consuming my mind and has been my way to cope after mw3? also yes

ksjdgf but fr tho im actually proud of how its going, heres a lil exert from it under the line that i rlly love, im almost done so itll probably be out after i put chapter 2 of my ghosts continuation out)

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Ghost always had a hard time being himself, anytime he even thought of being vulnerable, it felt as though air was being drained from his lungs, his blood was turning acidic, and his skin felt like lava against his bones, rejecting itself from his body, making him question if he even had one to begin with. He was so used to the pain, so used to being put through hell to become someone else, that vulnerability was his holy water, burning his body in an attempt to cleanse him of his sins, only to damage him in the process.

Ghost was safe, Ghost would keep him free of harm, but Simon? The sheer idea of being seen as Simon was enough to make him scream. It was enough to make him scrub his skin until it was blistered and red, it was enough to make him want to peel his skin off in the hopes of being left someone new. He couldn’t handle it, he could handle torture, he could handle the deaths of his family, he could handle his own death for when the time comes. But he couldn’t handle being seen as Simon.

Simon was the scared little boy who clung to his mothers dress. Simon was the boy who hid under his bed, hoping his father would go away. Simon was the boy who was scared of snakes and loud noises, who was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of his hometown. Simon was the boy who was afraid of loud people, who was afraid of extroverted, confident people who knew what they wanted.

Like Johnny. 

Oh, but Johnny.

With Johnny, he was free. With Johnny, his caged wings, tied down by his guilt and fears of the past were safely untied and cast aside by his presence. His stoic expressions and thick shields he set up to protect himself from the pains of losing another person he loved were torn down and replaced by Johnny's arms, his words and touches healing his wounds that had been aching for years.

With Johnny, he could be Simon again.

With Johnny, he could be free from the coffin, he could be free from that hook, free from the faces of his mother and brothers dead bodies, their mutilated forms etched into his mind, his sister in law and little nephews cold, cold, corpses haunting his memories every time he closed his eyes, their bodies violated in ways no one as innocent as they were ever should be.

With Johnny, he was free.

[nineteenhjs]

[6:05 pm]

the reflection of the early sunset on the water instantly calmed you down. you were lying down on your towel at the spot you and keita always meet at. you had been a little late today because you stopped to get snacks, so keita was already in the water. he was easy to spot since you had put a giant hello kitty sticker on his board (he had rejected the idea multiple times but once you put it on he actually thought it was the cutest thing ever). the waves were decent today, not as big as yesterday. you watch as keita paddles out deeper into the ocean. you spot a nice wave coming up and hope he sees it too. as he's preparing for the upcoming wave, he looks to your spot and points at you with the biggest smile on his face. he pushes himself up and stands to ride the wave. you have always thought he looks the prettiest when he's surfing. his tan skin is shining in the sunlight and his wet hair is clinging to his forehead as he concentrates on his footing. he does one of the tricks he's been practicing and you cheer him on from the shoreline. when he gets close enough, you run into the water and wrap him in your arms. his wetsuit is cold on your skin but you don't mind as he puts his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead. you look up when he speaks, "so, how was that tail slide?" you hum in response before answering, "i've seen better." he smirks as he walks away from you and towards his towel, "yeah, right." you start to run after him but once he sees you coming he starts to sprint. you yell at him, "i brought you poke! but don't eat all of it i want some!" you both laugh as you run to your favorite spot.

[herecomesjoon]

The Astronaut

Pairing Jin x Reader Rating 13+ Genre/Tropes Fluff, dad!tan Warnings Just my usual heartachingly sweet dad!tan.  WC 500 Crosspost AO3 - herecomessatvrn Summary Jin has a precious secret that he finally wants to share with the world. AN Not betad and written for a NanNoWriMo sprint on @bangtan-oasis and as a gift to @sunshinerainbowsbts​The Astronaut Jin has wrecked us all I think, so here’s my little tribute for the Bangtan Bomb Idol AU world I have going on. At some point, I'll have a master reference sheet or something. Please enjoy!

Master List | Tag List Form* *No emails are collected

It was hard to believe that the life he had known for years was changing. He had put it off for too long. But now at least, he had a family. And not just BTS and ARMY, but a partner and a daughter. 

Jin considered himself lucky. More so than most, and that was the reason that for so long, his personal life had been concealed from the public eye, and only shared with the people he loved most. 

Yuri had grown so much over the years, and he had many pictures and videos in his phone, on his computer, that were cherished memories. Each one of them he could remember clearly. Her first steps. When she was learning to speak. Her first day of school. When each of his brothers held her for the first time. The way she would light up when she got excited. All of them, precious memories as she grew and changed. 

Together, he and his partner had decided that it would be up to her, once she was old enough to understand what it meant, whether she appeared on camera to the public. 

While he was working, she approached him quietly. Bowing politely when she realized that he was on a video call and excused herself to wait outside of the office. When Jin called her back in, she looked towards the webcam perched between his monitors, noting that the little green light wasn’t on. 

“Appa,” she began as she approached and twisted her fingers into the hem of Jin’s sweater. She looked down shyly waiting for his attention.

“Can I be in a video?” 

Jin was a little surprised. Yuri had been content thus far remaining out of the spotlight. Even in photos, she shied away from the camera. He recalled the day at the beach, just the three of them. She had been glued to his side, but when the camera came out, she darted away. 

He never admitted that it hurt a little every time she did that, but it was her decision. Asking to be in a video was like a balm to his aching heart. 

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Social media blew up in an instant. The theories and speculation. What could the song mean? Was it about ARMY? No, it's about BTS. Others suggested he was married and had kids, but it was always a joke. Because the others had said as much, of course Jin would say outright for something this important. 

It was when the making of the video appeared on youtube that he made a post. From the set, the photographer had captured the moment when he was pushing Yuri on a bike, seeing her off down the road. His hand rested gently on her back, a gold band glinting on his ring finger. 

And in the video, Yuri perched on his knee, laughing as they watched something not visible off of the screen. The comment with the post; “So proud of the person she's becoming. I am honored.”

AN Thank you so much for reading! Comments and feedback mean the world to me! Come say hello to me, my ask box is always open! <3

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

Wait For It

Pairing: Victor Tan x Reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a romantic date night turns into a night alone and eventually a night full of new friends

Warnings: Ruined plans, romantic gestures, meeting people for the first time, talking of alcohol

Notes: another distraction sleepover request from a lovely anon! I love my boy Victor Tan so much 😩

“God this meal looks amazing.” Victor grins as he wraps around you from behind, hands resting on your hips and his chin on your shoulder.

“Thank you, made it especially for you.” You smile as you kiss his cheek, “Shall we dig in?”

Victor opens his mouth to respond to you but his phone immediately starts vibrating in his pocket. He fishes it out and sighs as he looks up at you and shakes his head, “It’s Hondo....I’m sorry.”

You smile sadly and caress his arm, “It’s ok, go take it.”

You know that it has to be that he’s being called back into work but you let a small part of you hopes that he’ll be able to spend just a little time with you, eat just a little bit of your food. You hate the idea of him going back into work without a proper meal. 

The calls lasts about 3 minutes and it’s the longest 3 minutes of you life. You push your veggies around the plate and stare at the wall until Victor walks back into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.....” Victor whispers, hand falling on your shoulder.

“Don’t be, it’s your job. I just feel bad that you’re going hungry....do you have time for me to wrap some up for you?” You ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Victor looks at the time on his phone and nods, “I gotta get changed so if it’s packed before I’m done we should be golden.”

He pecks you on the lips and you both quickly burst into action. Victor sprints for the bedroom as you quickly open the cabinets and find a tubberware container big enough for his portion of the meal. 

He bounds down the stairs just as you’re placing the lid on top of the container and he grins as he kisses you, “So lucky to have you.”

You place the container in his hands and kiss him back, “So lucky to have you. Please stay safe tonight.”

He rubs your back as he hugs you, “I will do my very best, I’ll text you when things are looking good.”

You nod and follow him like a lost puppy to the door, “And please find time to eat that, I worry about you.”

He grins and squeezes your hand before he starts walking backwards towards the car, “I’ll make sure, don’t worry.”

You stand in the doorway as he pulls out the the driveway and you don’t turn back inside until his car is out of you sight. You sigh as you walk back inside, locking the doors and sitting back down at the dining room table. You wish that you had met any of his work friends, had any of their numbers, you want to make sure he eats because you know how he gets when he starts working. 

You stare at your phone for a few minutes before finally digging into your food. You’ve really lost your apatite but you’d be a hypocrite if you didn’t try and eat something.

It’s nearly 12 am when you finally get a text from Victor asking you to meet him at a bar a couple blocks from your shared house. You haven’t been sleepy so you quickly get yourself ready and head out. When you pull up in front of the bar you see Victor as well as a bunch of other people who you can only guess are his teammates. 

“Y/n! What....what are you doing here?” Victor looks confused as you walk up to him but he kisses your cheek regardless.

“What am I doing here? You texted me to meet you here?” You look at him confused but you noticed two of his teammates high-five behind him.

You both turn and look at them and Victor sighs, “Something to say? Chris? Street?”

Chris grins and runs a hand through her hair, “Well you’ve been hiding her from us so Street stole your phone and I texted her to meet us here.”

Victor shakes his head but kisses your temple, “Lesson learned I guess….guys this is y/n, y/n this is Street and Chris, Hondo, Deacon, and Luca. Now I need some drinks.”

“I’ll buy the first round.” You giggle, fishing your wallet out of your back and everyone cheers.

“Oh I like her.” Hondo claps you on the back, “Makes you food and buys the drinks.”

“Oh so he did eat! Good, he never eats unless you babysit him.” You hum.

“Oh he ate, went on and on about how he had to eat or else you’d be sad and he couldn’t have you sad.” Luca teases and you watch as Victor blushes. You rush to his side and kiss his cheek, “Awww, my handsome hero.”

He brushes you off and you giggle as you hang on him and grin like an idiot. It may not have been the most romantic evening like you had originally planned but it was certainly a good one.

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Random Snippet

CW: hero x villain fluff again.

A gasp from behind them startled Hero half to death, their frantic jump nearly spilling their iced latte.

“HERO!!”

Before they fully recovered, Hero turned around to glare with every ounce of hatred they could muster.

Naturally, Villain was all the more delighted. Rocking their signature smirk. “Oh don’t look at me like that, you should have noticed me come in. Not my fault you’re oblivious.”

“You scared me! I almost dropped my coffee - all over my favorite shirt, no less. Knowing you, you did it on purpose.”

“Did not. But Hero!” Villain left their spot by the door to excitedly stroll closer, “You’re so tan!”

Hero thought it was impossible, but their glare burned hotter. They definitely weren’t blushing… just a little sun burnt. Obviously.

“You’re so tan! Oh my gosh, can I touch it?”

As Villain reached out a hand to poke their arm, Hero’s menacing look was replaced by one of flustered embarrassment.

“Nope - do not, Villain. Why are you even here?”

Pouting, Villain refrained from poking them anyways. An action which, as you may have guessed, required an exorbitant amount of self control.

“Pppplease can I touch it? How am I supposed to know it’s you? You’re like a completely different person.”

“You almost spilled my coffee! Consider this my just retribution.” By now, Hero’s voice was tilted on the edges, their expression more amused than angry.

Villain took that as a sign to continue. Man, they’d missed their Hero.

“Mmmm, nope! You’ve been gone for too long. I will admit, that I may have been a little too happy to see you,” Villain was practically beaming, though their eyes held a dangerous gleam, “but I mean, I couldn’t help it. Has anyone ever told you that you are stunning?”

Hero knew that look. They were screwed.

Leaning in closer, Villain’s voice dropped for just a moment, “Both in your suit and out of it?”

Hero opened their moth to respond, but the words got caught in their throat. What on earth were they supposed to say to that?

“I’m touching it now,” the triumphant Villain declared in an abruptly polite and bubbly tone. In combination with their deceptively innocent (and scandalously close) smile, Hero was delayed in processing the threat.

What…

By the time they caught up, Villain had pressed their pale hand against Hero’s darkened collarbone.

[gaybitchfx]

If it’s alright I have this request and it’s peh asking the reader on a date and they go to a fair and they have fun going on the rides, eating some fair food and peh jokingly suggest to go on the tunnel of love ride and when they do go on it problem is that the ride is like years old and the ride animatronics are crappy and worn out, the audio is distorted and the ride doesn’t feel as romantic but peh and the reader try to make the best of the ride

Note: I’m so happy someone requested something for Peh-Yan!

Character(s): Peh-Yan

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: SFW

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

Peh has been making googly at you for months on end know.

It was pretty clear he had feelings for you, and of course you knew, but wanted him to make to first move just to boost his confidence a bit.

Of course, Peh wanted to ask you out, but didn’t know how to not make it awkward in a way.

So he had went to his best friend, Pah-Chin to seek some advice which surprisingly went very well. “C’mon Peh-Yan!” Pah whisper shouted at the lanky teen.

“The worst he could say is no.” That’s the thing, he was hoping you wouldn’t say no. Mainly because of all the preparation and hell Pah had put him through to make him more gentleman like.

“You got this, do as we rehearsed!” Pah said with a thumbs up and grin as he handed his friend a flower.

Peh nodded his head as he took the flower in hand and began to robotically walk towards you. “Ex..Excuse me..?” Pah crooked out gaining your attention.

“Yes? Do you need something?” You asked him. Peh looked behind him and saw Pah silently cheering him on. He turned back to you and exhaled.

“Willyougoonadatewithme? (Will you go on a date with me?)” Peh quickly asked as he held out the flower to you. A couple seconds past before you spoke.

“I will gladly go on a date with you, Peh-Yan.” You smiled and took the flower from his hand gingerly. “Does 3 sound nice?” You asked, twiddling the flower in between your finger.

Peh quickly nodded his and you smiled. “Alright, see you tomorrow than.” You waved a small bye to him and left. Peh was beyond shocked to find out he of all people finally had a date.

“See?! I knew he’d accept your offer!” Pah exclaimed as he gave Peh’s back a good hard slap making him exhale with a groan. “Now let’s go see what you should wear on your date!” The next day you guys met up and Peh took you to the fair.

“Sooo, what ride do you wanna go on first?” Peh asked with a smile. “Hmm, let’s start off withhh..” You hummed and scanned the map. “This?” You pointed to a roller coaster with a really far drop. Peh swallowed his spit and turned to you.

“A..Are you sure?” He stuttered and you quickly nodded your head excited. And so the two of you went on. Peh had tried to put on a ‘brave face’ but just ended up passing out countless times till the end of the ride where you were holding him up.

“I can’t feel my legs..” Peh groaned making you laugh. “I thought you’d like those kind of rides!” “And I thought you’d like much slower rides!” Peh said. The two of you looked at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

“Ok, ok! How about the carousel? That ride is pretty peaceful.” Peh suggested. “Sure! You look like you’d end up passing away if we ended up on another roller coaster.” You giggled making Peh smile.

The carousel was quiet peaceful, if you ignored the cries of random babies of course. You two went on a couple more rides till Peh’s stomach ended up growling.

“Let’s go eat real quick.” You said and took his hand in yours. His face slightly light up till you started dragging him with the force of 11 horses. Once you two got to the food court you stared at the options.

“What do you want? My treat.” You asked hun making his eyebrow raise. “No no, it’s my treat since I asked you out.” Peh said, now you were raising your eyebrow.

“So? I said I’d pay so I’m going to pay!” You huffed. “Rock paper scissors?” “Alright, three rounds.” You agreed and so you two began to compete on who’d end up paying.

Out of some random luck, you ended up winning making Peh deflate from being defeated. “Alright! Pick whatever you want!” You said, a smug grin present on your lips.

“Finee.” He groaned before looking at the options. “Hm, I’ll get a funnel cake and some water.” “Same thing.” You paid, got your food, and sat at the little tables near the food court that had those red and white umbrellas.

“Aww, they added way too much powdered sugar onto mine!” You sighed, beginning to dust some off. “You can have mine if you want, it doesn’t have as much.” Peh offered making your eyes brighten.

“Really?!” Peh nodded his head and moved his plate to you and your plate to him.

“You’re so sweet, thank you Peh!” You gently kissed his cheek making him practically melt. The two of you are your fill, waited for a bit, and decided to look at other rides.

“How about we go on this one?” Peh asked with a smirk. “Which one?” Peh pointed to the tunnel of love. “This one.” You could feel your cheeks heat up a tad before you cleared your throat.

“Alright, let’s go.” The two of you made it to the tunnel of love, rules were told, and you both were sent off.

“Oh..” You mumbled as you stared at the Cupid robot that looked like one touch would make it fall apart. The audio wasn’t making it any better since it was slower and deeper.

“This wasn’t what..I thought it would be..” Peh grumbled as he looked at the water, it was completely green to the point you couldn’t see no bottom. “Well..at least the walls are..a kind of pretty pink..” You sheepishly laughed and Peh nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. You also looked so concerned when seeing that Cupid back there.” Peh laughed making you punch his arm.

“Ow?!” He groaned. “Wanna know something?” You asked Peh who hummed as he rubbed his arm. “Today was really fun. I hope we can have more days like these.” You said, gently resting your hair on his shoulder.

Peh’s cheeks had quickly reddened and he nodded his head.

“Yeah..I hope so too.”

Tags: @jkloserdazai @secretivemessenger @reallyromealone

[v4mpy-cat]

Welcome Back!

HE'S BACK!

FINALLY!!!

[bonestrouslingbones]

managed to completely curb a whole ass rant about all the Discussion around undertale yellow by getting completely distracted trying to make my guys in another picrew. if any of the 14 of yall are picrew makers or future picrew makers i am begging you right now on my knees to let the characters have foreheads without looking fuckin ugly please. please. please

also a karma attempt bc i never make him and this is probably the closest i will ever get. if he were biblically accurate he would have an undercut and very few bangs and a way fuller beard but i'm working with scraps here man i couldnt even make his post-void design

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂

♡ pairing: jungkook x reader (soulmates) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: drama, fluff, a touch of crack ♡ au: high school ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~1.3k ♡ track: Just One Day ~ BTS: “Just one day, if I can hold your hands. Just one day, if I can be with you. Just one day, if only we can be together…”

♡ summary: Jungkook has literally been counting down the days until he could meet his soulmate, but when the day comes he only has 24 hours to find you.

♡ an: @thebadassmotherofmyshotas, this one's for you bae. thank you for putting up with my constant nagging to read my shit lmao 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Today was the day. Today was the day. Today, the magic tattooed timer on Jungkook's wrist would show that he had 24 hours remaining to find his soulmate. Today he would finally meet them.

"Jungkook-ah!" His mother called from down the hall. "It's time to leave for school!"

"Coming, eomma!" The teenager responded. He swung his backpack onto his shoulders and fussed with his hair for one more minute in the mirror, then rushed out of his room. "I'll be home late tonight," he told his mother, "today's the day!"

Mrs. Jeon smiled, knowing just how excited her son was to meet his soulmate. She recalled the same excitement back when she was a teenager and it came time to find her own soulmate. "Keep me updated on where you're at throughout the day," his mother said, "and make sure one of your friends is with you."

"Yoongi-hyung offered to drive me around today." Jungkook grabbed an apple and then hurried towards the front door. Slipping on his shoes, he waved goodbye. "I'll let you know when I find them!"

Jungkook's plan for the day was to spend a few hours at school—the timer would hit 24 hours during lunch—and if he didn't feel that pull that told him you were somewhere in the building, then he'd text Yoongi to meet him in the parking lot. The elder was the only graduated one in their friend group who was okay with Jungkook skipping school for this, and was subsequently the only one who offered to help.

The day seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly. Jungkook kept catching himself glaring at the clock on the wall, then down at the timer on his wrist. Every second was slower than the last. He was so caught up in trying to will time to move faster that he almost missed when the teacher excused them for lunch.

It was almost time.

He met Jimin and Taehyung at their usual spot, and let the two soulmates shove food into him, preparing him for the search that was about to go down. The two of them were lucky, having met each other when they first started school together a few years ago, and becoming inseparable since.

"We'll gather up your homework for you," Taehyung told him as Jungkook chowed down on a spoonful of rice.

"Don't worry about school, okay Kookie?" Jimin added, handing him a water bottle. "You just work on finding them."

"And driving Yoongi-hyung crazy," Tae threw in, getting a smile out of the youngest. There was a small vibration on Jungkook's wrist, and he looked down.

23:59:57

Jungkook quickly looked up, and started looking around. There was something inside him, like a small, thin string, pulling him in a specific direction. "I have to go!"

"Good luck bunny!"

"Fighting!"

Jungkook raced off, barely remembering to grab his backpack (only because it had his phone in it and he promised his mother he'd keep her updated). He ran a basic lap around the school, just checking to see if they were already there. It would save him time searching if they already were.

The invisible string inside him kept pulling him away from the school building. His soulmate wasn't a student at his school, so Jungkook sent the s.o.s. text to Yoongi and shot towards the parking lot. He got a response almost instantly:

already here, on the bike

Jungkook decided to leave out that detail when he texted his mother, along with the fact that he was leaving school in the middle of the day. His eomma didn't like when he rode on the back of Yoongi's motorcycle. It made sense why he brought it instead of his car though: it would be easier to weave around in traffic and make quick turns.

"Hi hyung!" Jungkook greeted, nearly barrelling into Yoongi as he leaned against the vehicle. His arms wrapped around the elder in a tight hug. "Thank you so much for doing this!"

"Yeah, yeah, get off me kid," Yoongi grumbled, even though he did briefly return the hug. "Do you know where we're going?" he asked as he passed Jungkook a second helmet.

"Umm..." Jungkook looked out, away from the school, and gestured broadly. "That way?"

"Specific." Yoongi climbed onto the bike, Jungkook following suit, and the elder started it up. The bike roared to life, and Yoongi looked over his shoulder before donning his own helmet. "Just point in the direction you want me to go in, okay?" Jungkook nodded. Yoongi slipped the helmet onto his head, and the two took off.

Jungkook tried his best to guide Yoongi, but he barely understood where he was being pulled. It took a few hours, but they had driven around nearly every part of the city, and still Jungkook felt no closer to his soulmate. Eventually, Yoongi pulled over and parked outside a convenience store. "Dinner. Come on."

Though he was grateful that Yoongi was paying for food (that he dearly needed) he was getting discouraged. Time was ticking, and they hadn't gotten any closer. The whole city had a vague not here feeling, but he wasn't sure if Yoongi would be willing to venture outside it. He glanced down at the timer on his wrist again.

16:35:42

His mother had given him a curfew; Jungkook needed to be home no later than midnight, regardless of soulmate status. That only gave him another four hours tonight.

Dinner was a quiet affair; Yoongi wasn't usually one for talking, and Jungkook wasn't feeling very chatty himself. It was in the middle of a bite of ramyeon that he felt a stronger pull, one that was clear.

"Hyung! I know where we need to go!"

Yoongi groaned. "Can't I finish my food first?"

"Hyung!"

"Okay, okay, let's go." The two left the store and quickly jumped back on the bike, Jungkook directing Yoongi where to go. After a few minutes and several turns here and there, and Yoongi pulled up in front of an arcade. "They're in here? You're sure?"

"I'm sure, hyung," Jungkook said. He'd never been more sure of something in his life. "I'll be right back." He jogged up to the doors and entered, instantly surrounded by neon lights and video game sounds. This was the kind of place he and Jimin and Taehyung would spend their time at after a well-taken exam.

A group of laughter caught his attention, and he looked over. A group of people had surrounded a dancing game, and two girls were currently going at it in a tense, yet amicable, competition. He wandered over to join the onlookers. The string had pulled him in this direction but wasn't sure who in this group was his soulmate.

One of the girls was doing considerably well, and Jungkook couldn't hold back a comment. "Damn, you're good."

The girl whipped around to look at him, game forgotten. Jungkook felt frozen in place and felt another vibration on his wrist. "What did you just say?" A smile pulled at her lips, and she had a hopeful gleam in her eye. Jungkook didn't answer immediately, instead glancing down at his wrist. The timer had stopped counting down.

16:04:21

"Y/N!!" The other girl whined, trying to shake her friend's shoulder to gain her attention, but it was firmly locked on Jungkook. He looked back at you.

"Um, I said 'damn, you're good'?" Your smile grew wide, but Jungkook couldn't understand why. "Why do you ask?"

You held up your wrist in response. There, in the same magic ink he had on his wrist, were the words he had said scrawled across yours. It only took him a moment to make the connection. Jungkook's lips turned up (in what Tae would call his bunny smile). "It's you."

"It's me," you said, giggling just a bit.

"Oh my god," your friend interjected again, "is this your soulmate??" You both nodded, not looking away from each other.

"I'm Y/N."

"Jungkook. I have to get home soon, but can I have your number?" He eagerly held his phone out for you to take, excited that his efforts from the day hadn't gone to waste.

"Do you wanna meet here tomorrow for a dance competition?" you asked him, a gleam of mischief in your eyes. It was Jungkook's turn to laugh.

"Oh, you're on."

tagging: @daydreamer-writing

thanks for reading!!

[ghirahimbo]

hi, sorry, how is this on someone's list of playroom inspiration??