#thanks battery bub

[turbonicflaws]

I made a little Tezuka Star system oc named Battery Bub. Inspired by this post by the wonderful @jazzys-hidinghole - I made a booger

[takecareluv]

(2/2) May I please request Vinnie dating someone super shy and as introverted as him and when they're at parties he gets a bit clingy and protective (because he understands how invasive and overwhelming they can get) (and he also might use it as a bit of a reason to not have to talk a lot and be in everyone's insta story lol). Please and thank you

a.n. hi anon! i hope you like it! this is definitely me when it comes to parties so i really channeled my inner introvert writing this haha! also i love protective & clingy vinnie, he is so 🥺🥺. anyway love ya, enjoy <3

i got you baby || vinnie hacker x reader

after having been traveling abroad for the last several weeks, you and vinnie finally returned to sunny california. although you would miss paris dearly, and quite frankly wished you never had to say goodbye to the beautiful city, you were thrilled to be back in the comfort of your own home, your own room, and most importantly your bed. 

since a young age you were extremely introverted, and that did not change even with your presence on the internet that involved a lot of socializing and large events. so following multiple weeks in europe of doing just that, along with the extensive travel day you just experienced, you found yourself drained to say the least. you knew you were in desperate need of some alone time that would help to refuel your dying social battery. 

you had been so content cuddled up in your bed with hera and a mountain of pillows before vinnie walked into the room looking just as exhausted with the phone to his ear, and bursted your quiet little bubble. you couldn’t see who was on the other line, but you could tell from your boyfriend’s face that he was none too happy. 

“can't we do this another night?” you heard him question, “we just got back man.”

after a minute of the whoever was on the other end rambling away, vinnie finally agreed to whatever they were asking. “fine we’ll be there.” who’s we? you thought to yourself, because you didn’t plan on leaving this bed for the next week.

“okay.. yeah... alright bye.” he ended the call letting out a loud groan before falling next to you on the bed. 

“what's wrong, bub? who was that?” you asked, reaching out to run your hand through his hair in attempt to soothe him. 

“thomas. he said they're throwing a little get together for us tonight since we’re back and everyone misses us. i tried to get him to switch it to another day because i know you need some rest but he wouldn’t budge. apparently everything is already set in place.” 

you began to grow nervous at his words. you knew from past experiences that there was nothing little about a hype house “get together”. when you and vinnie were still living in the house, you often found yourself hiding away in your shared bedroom until the party quieted down. 

you were never big on partying in the first place, and with how crazy hype house, influencer parties typically got, they became your biggest nightmare. you wouldn’t mind it as much if it wasn’t for the cameras constantly being shoved in your face and the invasive questions being asked about your relationship with vinnie from other content creators, some of whom you’ve never even met, desperate for some clickbait. 

all you wanted to do at these parties was enjoy some down time with vinnie, talk to a couple real friends, and maybe even have a couple drinks if you were feeling it, nothing to overboard. but soon after moving to l.a. you realized that’s not what these parties were about. just like everything else in this city, it was all about content. in the back of your mind you knew this get together wasn’t about your and vinnie’s return, they just needed any old excuse to throw a party. and you, of course, had to be dragged into it. 

“i'm sorry, baby. i know this is the last you want to do tonight. but we can just go for a little bit, say hi, and then sneak out. i'm sure no one will even notice we’re gone. and then we can come back here and cuddle for the rest of the night. mkay, my love?” vinnie said, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

you only nodded in response, cuddling further into his chest trying to calm the anxious feeling growing inside of you. 

-- 

time seemed to go by rapidly that day, and before you knew it you had to start getting ready for the party you did not want to attend. with that being said, you only put on a faint bit of makeup, not even bothering to do anything with your hair once you got out of the shower, and put on an outfit that was more comfy than cute. not having the energy for anything more. i mean who were you trying to impress anyway? the only person who mattered was standing right next to you, and quite frankly he didn’t care if you wore a garbage bag tonight, he would think you looked as beautiful as ever. 

on the short ride over to the hype house, vinnie grabbed your hand, intertwining them and placing kisses to the back of it at every stop once he noticed how fidgety you were starting to get. soon enough you were pulling into the long driveway full of sports cars in every direction. when the car came to a complete stop vinnie got out first, jogging to the other side to open the door for you. once you were out, he swiftly interlaced your fingers once more and gave you a brief kiss. “i got you, baby. i'm not leaving your side tonight, okay? anytime you want to leave, you just let me know and we’ll be out that door.” he said with reassurance. 

you smiled at how caring he was over you, especially knowing he hated these parties just as much as you did. but he never let you see his nervousness. “thank you, vin. i guess let's go try to have some fun,” you laughed. 

-- 

the minute you walked into the house, you immediately became overwhelmed. everyone turned to face you, excited for the internet’s favorite couple’s arrival. “y/n! vinnie! you made it!” and just like that multiple people were rushing over to you both, asking questions about your recent trip and how your relationship was going, not without their phones and cameras ready to film for their instagram stories or next vlog.  

you were quick to squeeze vinnie’s hand, your anxiety heightening more and more with each moment that passed. he instantly knew what that meant and pulled you away from the growing crowd around you. “sorry guys, we’re just gonna go grab some drinks. we’ll be back.” he said with a smile. 

once you both made it to a more secluded area of the house, he turned to you. “sucks we don’t have my room to hide in right now.” he joked, which made you giggle. he was happy to see that smile back on your face, even just for a minute. “are you okay, sweetheart? i know that was kind of overwhelming.”

“i’m fine,” you tried to reassure, but did not sound so convincing. “really i am. as long as i have you by my side, i'm good. i promise.”

“well that's good to hear because i am not leaving you at all. you're gonna be sick of me by the end of the night.” he replied, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“i could never get sick of you, my love.”

-- 

for the rest of the night, you took your usual position as a wallflower with vinnie clinging to your side, constantly checking to make sure you were okay. some people might have found it annoying, but you thought it was sweetest thing. it actually made you adore him more than you already did, if that was even possible. 

anytime someone would attempt to walk over to you two, he would promptly pull you in for a kiss so the person would get the memo not to bother you. after the first few times, you finally caught on to what he was doing. “vin, it’s okay. i can talk to people. you don't have to protect me from everyone.” 

“i know but i don't want to talk to them either.” 

this made you laugh. “you ready to head out, baby?”

“mhm. let’s go” he said while grabbing your hand to lead you out of the noisy and overcrowded house, sending anyone who bumped into you dirty looks.  

--

as soon as you arrived home, you made your way back into your room, crashing into the bed. 

vinnie walked in behind you. “take off your shirt, baby.” 

“what?” you responded, caught off guard by his blunt request. 

“no,” he realized what he said, “not in that way. i just mean i could tell you were tense the entire time at the party and i wanted to give you a massage so you can relax.” he babbled. 

“you really are the best boyfriend ever. thank you for protecting me tonight and always.” 

“that's what i’m here for. i love you, sweet girl. now c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

you giggled, “ yes sir.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.” 

[ravensinthedaylight]

Is this where we request fanfics?! Idk im new to tumblr :/

By all means you can ignore this or not write it! I was wondering if you could do Wandanat and daughter reader!! One where reader got ditched by her friends and calls them to pick her up. Maybe some comfort. Thanks sm :))

Yep! You are correct, this is where to request, and thank you for doing so!

Rather you guys anyway -Wandanat x Daughter!reader

Reader's Age: 13

Requests: Open

Summery: Your friends ditch you to go and watch a movie while you’re at the mall, luckily your Mama’s have no problem picking you up.

- Wandanat x daughter!reader -

You didn't know why you didn't call straight away, it was stupid really. You were stubborn, perhaps you got it from your Mama, no, you definitely got it from your Mama.

Perhaps you were embarrassed, the daughter of the infamous Black Widow and the infamous Scarlett Witch left alone, or in other words ditched, by her friends to go see some movie that only had five tickets left while you were in a six person group.

You had to ask for permission, that’s what you told them. But as it turns out all of their parents were less ‘strict’ than yours so they could just go ahead anyway.

It wasn’t like you cared anyway.

Well you did.

But only a little.

It wasn’t like this was your main friend group or anything, because it wasn’t. You had your friends back at the compound, Kate, Peter, America, Kamala and al them, they were great.

But your moms had tried to push you to make more friends outside of the Avengers, although you didn’t see the point, but you listened. You always did. 

Although you were starting to think that you might have chosen the wrong group of girls.

You had been wandering around the mall for a good hour now, you had gotten ice cream, but they had just turned the machine on so it was a bit melted when they gave it to you. You ended up just throwing half it away.

You walked around with your hands in your pockets, not entirely sure what to do with yourself, there was two hours left until it was time for your moms to pick you up, and you had too much pride to call any earlier, you knew they had the weekend off and that they would have no problem coming to collect you, you also knew that they would ask questions that you didn’t really want to answer, and you didn’t want to tell them the reason why you weren’t chosen to go to the movie, you didn’t wanna make them feel bad.

But that train of thought quickly halted when the dreaded ‘5% remaining’ notification popped up on your phone. You had two more hours to kill dammit, only four more dollars and 5% of your phone. Screw that. Curling up in front of the TV was really appealing to you now, and so was your charger. Your beloved charger.

In the blink of an eye the small battery icon changed from a ‘5%’ to a ‘4%’ 

You opened the phone app just as quickly and pressed on ‘mama’, seeing a picture of Natasha curled up on the couch with Liho appear on the call screen, Natasha was the one who had her phone on her the most out of the two of your moms.

The phone must have only rang out twice before you heard Natasha’s comforting voice at the end.

“Hey, Bubs, You doing aright?” 

You smiled softly at the nickname, although you were happy that the other girls weren’t here to hear it.

“Heya, Mama. Are you and Mom still in the city?” You tried to even your voice out a bit, trying not to sound distressed. But it didn’t seem to work, Natasha was a spy after all. Of course she noticed.

“Yeah... Just at the dry cleaners, Momma just needed to use the bathroom. Why? Everything alright, malysh?”

You nodded stupidly, although you quickly realised that your mom couldn’t exactly tell you were nodding through a damn phone.

“Yeah, I just kinda need you guys to pick me up, if that’s ok?”

Natasha, when it came to these kinds of situations with you, had the ‘ask questions later’ approach. 

“You’re still at the mall, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Good girl, we’re only ten minutes away, fifteen if traffic’s bad, but don’t worry. Stay put and we’ll be there in no time, kay?”

“Kay, I love you, mama. See you in a few.”

You shut off your phone, hoping to save the last now three per cent and headed to your usual pick up/drop off spot.

When your car finally started to come into view you sighed in relief, thanking the gods (All except Loki, of course)

Your momma pulled down her window, as she was on the side that was closest to you.

“You ok, Munchkin?” Wanda asked you, wanting to make sure that you actually wanted to leave and that it wouldn’t be a chance you regretted later on.

“Mhm, can we please go now? I wanna go home and watch Modern Family.”

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a look.

“Of course we can Bubs, but are you sure? Were you not having fun with your friends?” Natasha asked you as she turned around slightly as you fastened your seatbelt.

“They went to see a movie.”

It was Wanda who turned around then. “What? Without you? Why didn’t you ask us if you could’ve gone too? Your Mama and I would have let you, Baby. You know we just want you to be happy, right?”

This is why you didn’t want to call up early. You knew she would over react. But you knew that deep down you liked it, it reminded you just how much she loved you despite you only being of Natasha’s blood instead of her own.

You were an experiment carried out by the Red Room, using Natasha and another super soldier’s DNA to create you. The Avengers found out about you from your grandmother, Melina, three months after you were born. And when Natasha and Clint killed Dreykov in Budapest they also took down the Red Room facility there, which was the place you were being kept. 

Wanda and Natasha were of course together then, being 27 and 25, and Wanda took on the roll of your mother just as much as Natasha did.

If you hadn’t been told you would’ve sworn that you were both of theirs biologically.

“I know, Mom, I really do. But there wasn’t enough tickets available for that movie. And I didn’t want to hang around here for another couple of hours with a dead phone.” You sighed. “Can we please go home?”

“Were they mean to you Y/N? The girls?”

You shook your head. No, they were all friends longer than they were friends with you, they were nice enough when  they were around you, but never really made an attempt to talk to you other than that, not even text. 

“Nuh uh, no, They weren’t. They’re just not my kind of people, I guess, we don’t click.” You shrugged. “Now can we please go home?”

Natasha chuckled, “We can, Baby. But I think we should make one quick stop.”

An hour later you found yourself snuggled up on the couch in between your moms, your head on Natasha’s shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair while your other Mom ran a comforting hand down your spine.

Your Mama decided to stop for popcorn and Pepsi at the nearest store on the way home, and when you got home, your Mom bought the movie that the other girls had gone to see on the apple TV.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, this was way better than watching it with a bunch of girls you weren’t comfortable with in a musty old movie theater, you were with your moms. The two people you loved most in the world and who loved you most in the world.

You didn’t even noticed when you dozed off when the movie wasn’t even half over, but your moms didn’t seem to mind, they just smiled and continued to stroke your hair and your back.

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[lillylvjy]

IM HERE PANTING PANTING so, we fell in love in october - girl in red thats it. no but fr you're at a streamer event/party and quickly get overwhelmed nikki being the awesome person she is notices and lets you rest your head on her shoulder n stuff and she just holds you until you calm downn<3333

Ahhh this 🤭🤭

Thank you jade for this lovely prompt! Also this is about Niki nihachu for people wondering! Also I tried to make it as gn!reader as possible I promise!

But Jade I really hope you like this lovely!

Sorry how sort it is as well. I’ll make a longer one soon I promise:) also the title is just a song lyric!!! Does not mean reader is a female! This is gender neutral!

Not edited!

Warnings// kissing on the hand and cheek, panic attacks, tell me if I missed anything :-)

You will be (my girl)

^^ your welcome Jade

^^look how pretty she is 😌

You and a bunch of others were having a party for Halloween. As much as you loved party’s with your friends, your social battery was at 1% right now and you didn’t feel like being around anyone.

As more and more people came into the small apartment, you started to feel squished. And you couldn’t exactly breathe either.

Wait.

You couldn’t breathe.

The more you thought about it, the more you became aware of it. You started clawing at your chest, gripping your shirt, trying to get air through your lungs. The room started to spin and you leaned against the wall and slid down, trying your hardest not to cry.

But , from across the room, Niki saw you on the ground, head to your knees, and breathing very heavily. She knew what was happening so she quickly excused herself from the person she was talking to and rushed over to you.

Niki placed her hand on your back to let you know she was there, and started rubbing your back gently. “Love, how about we go outside? How do you feel about that? Just to get some air?” Niki asked you as you looked up at her with glossy eyes. You nodded quickly, not being able to say something from the lack of air.

Niki gave you a hand and helped you up from the ground. She led you out the apartment and down the stairs that led you guys outside.

“Ok. Now just follow my breathing, ok? In and out.” Niki tells you as she motions for you to breathe with her.

You tried your best to breathe in time with her and slow your breathing. Eventually, your breathing slowed down enough for you to breathe in fully and let out a shaky sigh.

“Thank you, bubs. So much.” You whispered to her as you grabbed her hands and kissed them.

“It’s no problem! I’ll always help you babes. I promise.” Niki said back to you as she pulled you to sit on the step that led into the apartment complex.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Niki asked you. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” She reassured you.

You shook your head. “No it’s fine. It just got really crowded and i was just so overwhelmed, I kinda forgot how to breathe.” You smiled at Niki, as she giggled.

You felt bad for having her miss the party because of you. It was fun! I mean at least from what you saw it was. But you just get so overwhelmed and nervous around a lot of people, you couldn’t really help it. But you still felt guilty. “I’m sorry. You’re out here missing the party because of me. You should go back and have fun.” You said as you looked at your hands and played with your fingers.

Niki furrowed her eyebrows. Why would you think she’d want to leave you? She wouldn’t leave you in a million years. And especially not like this. “No! I’m not leaving. We are going to sit here and you’re going to enjoy my company ok?” She said, in a playful demanding voice.

You laughed. “Ok! Ok. Fine, but only if we can talk about books and music. I have some more suggestions for you if you need some.” You looked at her with a questioning look on your face.

“Fine! Come here.” Niki laughed as she wrapped and arm around your shoulders. You rested your head on her shoulder and held her free hand. You played with the jewelry she was wearing for her costume. You both decided to go as a duo and her side of the costume required a bunch of rings.

Lucky you.

“I love you. You know that right.” Niki said to you. You looked up at her and smiled. You kissed her on the cheek and nuzzles your head back into her neck.

“Yes I do my love. And I love you too.” You told her, your face red and having a big smile on your face.

Niki laughed and kissed your forehead. “Honestly this is nice. We should’ve just done this.” She admitted.

“I agree. Fully.” You agreed.

“Wanna go home?” Niki asked. You looked at her and nodded quickly. She laughed and stood up. “Ok let’s go say bye to a few people and hit the road. Ok?” She asked you.

You nodded and followed her inside. She grabbed her purse and your bag as you took it from her. You both said goodbye to some friends and left. You and Niki only lived a few minutes away from the apartment so it was an easy walk.

As you walked, you took Niki’s hand and pulled her closer to you. “Happy 1 year my love.” You said as you looked at her.

“Happy 1 year.” Niki giggled and kissed your hand.

Damn you were lucky.

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[sineala]

Were you to do a Steve/Tony Sports AU, what sport would you pick? And would they be teammates, rival competitors, player & some kind of staff or media personal or something?

Or if not sports, do you have any favorite AU occupations for the, like chefs or teachers or something?

Thank you for giving me the excuse to post my amazing idea, "AvX But It's Baseball Instead Of Punching" which has been sitting in my random snippets doc for two years: AVX BUT IT'S BASEBALL INSTEAD OF PUNCHING: Tony: Wait, Colossus is pitching? How many people did you say we got to veto on the other team because of unfair powers? Scott: We used both of ours on Wanda and Strange. You get one more if you're still saying no to Emma. Steve: Okay. Still hanging onto that veto, then. Piotr: Da. I pitch. Logan: Fastball special, bub. Tony, spluttering: Whose team are you on, anyway? Tony, suspiciously: …whose team are you on, anyway? Tony: Oh, goddammit. Steve: Next? Scott: Nightcrawler. Steve: Hmm. You can keep him. Tony: Oh, come on. Steve. Steve. You want to win, right? The guy is basically a free base hit whenever he's up. Steve: Yeah, but he has to get a hit first. Tony: And who's our starting pitcher, then? Steve: Pietro. Scott: I'd like to take back that veto on Strange. Steve, cheerfully: No. So as far as I'm concerned, it absolutely has to be a baseball AU. Because Steve loves baseball. But I also feel like it would be much more interesting if they all still had their powers -- and we know in fact that there is canonically Avengers baseball, which is why I love Avengers Annual #15. (You will note that Steve is the pitcher for the East Coast team; Jan is catching him.)

I feel like baseball-with-powers fic would also be fun because you have to balance "characters whose powers would make them unfairly good at baseball" with "characters who have some idea how to play baseball" and as you can see from Avengers Annual #15 there, some of the characters who would be good at baseball also do not have much experience with the rules of baseball. Like, Steve is not The Strongest but he probably has a better chance at being a good pitcher than most of the Avengers who are stronger than him, since he has more baseball experience than most of them, daily experience throwing things, and also very good aim. I feel like he's probably actually a sidearm pitcher just from sheer muscle memory alone. I have probably thought too much about this.

Anyway, whether or not it's a full AU, given the affection that actual baseball fandom clearly has for batterymates (I feel like the fact that the term "batterymates" exists is a big tip-off), pitcher/catcher is the easy option because watching a really good battery is mesmerizing. (Last year's All-Star Game, where they routinely mic up some of the players, had Cortes and Trevino, who were on the AL team and are Yankees teammates the rest of the year so they already have experience together -- anyway, they were both on mic for an entire inning working together, which was really neat to watch.)

However, it almost seems too easy, so, you know. I would have to think about it. Pitcher/pitcher and catcher/catcher has potential -- and, say, outfielders would be an interesting pick just because it'd be different. I suppose "rivals" also has potential, provided they're divisional or historical rivals getting to play a lot and in that case they both gotta be infielders just so they can have emotional conversations when someone gets a base hit.

Oh! I also have a very meticulously planned (I mean, half-planned but it's the thought that counts) AU in which Steve and Tony are both involved in 1930s Thoroughbred racing. Because this is one of the few professions where pre-serum Steve's physique is (probably) an asset and also he would enjoy a job that is basically "go really fast and possibly die." Tony is an owner/trainer and Steve is one of his jockeys and together they're gonna win the Triple Crown. Steve will be riding Tony's horses (and also eventually Tony).

I must confess that I started planning it out solely because I had the idea that Tony could name his horses the same names as all the armors he designed in 616 and then it occurred to me that "War Machine" would 100% be an appropriate horse name in that era. Yes, I do think I'm hilarious.

[blackloki]

Down for It, Down for It

Summary: What you do in the dark night, full of promise.

Pairing: Dream, Sapnap, George, c!Technoblade, c!Philza, Quackity, & Karl Jacobs x gn!black!Reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff

A/N: Minors DNI, I don't want that smoke. I am making a part two for the women and children (and maybe for Eret, Punz, and Bad) later. My [x Reader] posts are always ND!Black!readers.

Now Playing: Down for It - Idman

Dream

Sitting on the kitchen counter eating grapes and talking about the duties of tomorrow.

"...two big streams this week." Clay popped a couple more grapes into his mouth, "I'm going to be very busy, bubs."

His face scrunched. The green grapes weren't too sour but as usual, Clay was weak (/j).

"Welp, it's not like I'm upset about it. This is your job and you are your own boss. However, you see fit to schedule things out will always be right."

"Thank you." Clay snagged a couple more grapes, "I appreciate that."

"Yup."

"..."

"So much more money to spend on strippers, you know?"

"...WHAT?"

Sapnap

Eating snacks in the dark quietly. Sometimes humming a tune.

George

Pillow Talk & Cuddles

c!Philza

Replenish your social batteries.

c!Technoblade

Work on your own projects together under the moon.

When you came to, your hand hurt. In your lap was a wall tapestry that your hands were busy decorating with iron detailings.

"I'm going to the farms for copper, need anything?"

Subconsciously you knew, "Can you get me iron, emeralds, a bit of pink dye, and is Tom's inside yet?"

Techno slipped his cape on. His shoulders looked so broad in the silk that they gave you gender envy. In fact he nailed a precisely adrogynous style and you swear he did it to make you jealous.

"Tommy has been in front of the fire for three hours."

"Oh. Well that's all I need." You turned to your left, where the fireplace breathed, "Tommy?"

The young boy didn't move, probably asleep. You sighed and stood from your spot on the couch.

"I should be back in 45 minutes." Techno waved his farewell and left quickly.

As soon as he did, you tipped over to Tommy, "Toms.. bud... sweetheart?.. I need you to get up, doll."

It took a couple shakes before Tommy opened his eyes. He sat up slowly and you led him to get in bed. As he curled up in his little bed-cocoon, you laid a brand new, plush mooshroom next to Henry and blew out the lights.

Karl Jacobs

Quietly play cards together. Chaos ensues.

"Motherfucking cheater!"

"You just suck at Uno."

"Oh yeah, I believe the one hoarding trapcards."

"Well yeah you just throw them away."

"THEY'RE WORTH POINTS, KARLLIAM."

Karl shook his head, placing yet another Draw 2 card on the pile, "I wouldn't know."

"KARL!"

Quackity

Crying from laughing at both of your nonsensical additions to the conversation that should've died out an hour ago.

Alex's cheeks were wet and shiny. They hurt and so did his stomach and throat.

[loving-ricciardo]

For this Monday Motivation I want to go on the self love/resting up round and I hope it gives you a reason to hug yourself a bit tighter today! 🧡🍀

I hope that you find the time this week to rest and recharge. You are deserving of that time. And in a world where being busy and ‘proactive’ is being celebrated, I hope you know that rest isn’t something you deserve to get. It’s a necessity. And when you’ve rested and recharged whatever battery was empty, I hope you sit yourself down and admire the strength and beauty that surrounds you!

Have a great week, my lovely! 😘

bubs!!! how did you know that rest and recharge is exactly what i need this week :' thank you so much <3

hope you get the opportunity to do the same this week! especially during today's full moon <3 put all the things that no longer serve you behind and don't waste your precious energy on them <33 hope you will have a a beautiful week and that the universe will bless you!! <333

[twilghtkoo]

bf!haechan tiktok series

i hate all men...but when he..

pairings: bf!haechan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

i hate all men...but when he...

“come on,” he softly mumbled, picking up your tiny figure in his arms. taking you away from your desk that was filled with papers crumbled and scattered, your laptop that was close to dying from low battery, and empty cups of iced coffee.

you were so stressed out and had no motivation left, you found out this morning from your professor that you had failed your math exam, but because you’ve done so well in has class for the past year he is letting you retake it. the thing is, is that you’ve used up all your mental capacity to study for it the first time and you don’t know if you can cram in all that information into your brain for a second time.

you ended up at your desk all day long, trying to study for it. your boyfriend arrived at your place pretty late after his schedules, you guys usually call each other when you both wakeup but he didn’t receive a call from you, not even texts, so he wanted to check up on you.

but when he walked into your apartment and saw you, dried up tears down your reddened cheeks, eyes red, hair disheveled, his heart dropped. you looked so drained and tired, he knows you’ve been at that desk all day without taking care of yourself.

he carries you into the bathroom, setting you up on the counter. he rubs the outer part of your thighs before walking into your room and coming back with a change of clothes. he helps you take off your clothes, brushing out your hair softly.

he kisses the tiny tears that fall down your cheeks ever time you blinked. the silence between you both and just his presence was so comforting.

he fills up your tub with warm water til it reaches a good amount, he helps you get in. as soon as the warm water reached your shoulders, all your muscles relaxed.

your boyfriend washes your hair and helps you wash your body before it was time to come out. you managed to get dressed yourself and brush your teeth, he tells you to wait on the bed as he gets all your skin care stuff.

haechan returns shortly, climbing on the bed to sit behind you, you sitting between his legs. he brushes out your hair, brushing from the bottom up. he then moves you, so you both are facing each other, legs crisscrossed.

he applies your skin care stuff on your face, the amount of times he’s slept over at your place or vice versa, you guys always do your skin care routine together. so he knows what yours is.

once he’s done, he kisses your nose and then your forehead. he leaves to put everything back in the bathroom and to clean up. as you climbed inside your bed, your boyfriend goes inside your closet to take one of his shirts and shorts for bed.

you felt the bed dip beside you before his arms encased you. you turn your body around so your facing him.

“thank you.” you softly whispered, placing a kiss on his lips.

“of course bubs, i don’t wanna see you overworking yourself again.” he tells you.

you nod, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck before sleep took you both.

[shingia]

Hey Alma! If your down, can you do some fluffy Tsukishima headcanons. I just want some hugs and cuddles from this string bean because I feel like a big ball of stress and anxiety rn because school stinks and I wish it was over already😖 If you do, thank you so much! Doesn’t have to be immediately so just take your time! Hope your good!❤️✨

✗ FLUFFY TSUKKI HEADCANONS ✗

arggg i’m sorry it took me so long 😣😣 but here’s for you bubs <33 we love our little string bean <3 hope you’re good too !!

-> mainly cuddles hcs because we love comfort here :>

-> reblogs help a lot <33

• ok so more than anyone, tsukishima’s love is shown through actions much more than words

• squeezing your hand when he feels the stress building up, brushing your cheek when you’re telling him what’s on your mind, it’s subtle but it’s there

• he keeps a close eye on you whenever you’re studying because he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself

• but since he might also be studying, he’ll put a reminder on his phone to make sure he doesn’t forget to check up on you every 30mn or so

• and depending on how you’re doing, he might even offer you to take a little nap with him to recharge your batteries : he’s got pillows, he’s got blankets, anything you might need (and yes he bought them just for you)

• but little do you know that, once you’re sound asleep next to him, he carefully gets out of bed to tidy and organize your workspace, just to make sure you’ll be even more productive after and that you won’t stay up too late (because he values your evenings together a lot)

• he also brings some snacks for when you wake up. but obviously he comes back in bed as soon as he’s done because he could use a nap too

• and waking up next to him is always very soothing thanks to his naturally calm demeanor. he won’t mind staying in bed for a little while if it means he gets to hold you for a few more minutes

• since you’re both sleepy, his cuddles and kisses are pretty lazy, nothing elaborate but just enough to get you to slowly wake up. it’s mostly kisses on your temples or the top of your head (in fact he really loves cuddling while laying down because for once he also gets to have his face kissed too <3)

• to be honest, kisses on your lips are not that frequent with him in general bUT :

• that’s just because he doesn’t want them to lose their meaning. he loves to leave kisses on the rest of your face tho, usually on your forehead because he knows how protected it makes you feel

• and especially when he’s cupping your cheeks, that’s why they’re his favorites

• but it only makes his ‘actual’ kisses ten times better, because you know they convey many words that he might not know how to express out loud

• that being said, you can expect a few spontaneous kisses on your lips for time to time, even in public. because 1. he likes to see how flustered it makes you and 2. he doesn’t want you to think that he’s not proud of you, because he really really is

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[droopycoquette]

Ab Therapy || Yeosang x Reader

Summary: You come up with an effective way to de-stress.

Warnings: Language, fluff, college au, suggestive content

Word count: 894 words

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“Fuck,” you groaned as you fell back onto your bed.

You had two papers due by the end of the week and the week was already halfway done. Stress was eating away at you, you could physically feel yourself draining. Your courses were academically heavy and although your friends tried to help, little could be done about your low battery.

“Hey,” Yeosang greeted softly.

“Hi,” you answered matching his tone.

Yeosang’s heart swooned at how cute you looked. The exasperated look on your face combined with your cozy attire made Yeosang want to squeeze the living hell out of your cheeks. However, he could recognize a stressed-out-Y/n when he saw one.

“That didn’t sound good,” he muttered as he walked closer to your bed. “Come here.”

Yeosang pulled on you so that you were sitting up, Yeosang then sat down and pulled you into his lap. If the rest of his friends saw him right now they would be wondering what alien killed the real Yeosang and replaced him. But, the reality was that Yeosang was just a huge teddy bear, your teddy bear.

“Psychology and Biology are being bitches,” you whimpered into his shoulder.

“Really?”

You nodded and hugged him closer.

“Okay, well,” he grunted before standing up with you in his arms. “How about you go take a shower and I order some fried chicken and we can cuddle and watch movies for as long as you stay awake? Does that sound good, bub?”

“That sounds glorious,” you answered with a tired smile, looking up from his shoulder and seeing the bathroom walls around you.

“Okay, we’ll try to relax. I know these last couple of weeks have been tough for both of us,” he said before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you,” you sighed. “I really appreciate this.”

“Of course,” he smiled before going to close the door.

“Oh and baby-”

He turned around.

“-I love you.”

You walked closer to him before pecking his lips. Immediately, a light blush appeared on his cheeks and his nose.

“It’s no problem,” he giggled.

He closed the door and you began to undress already feeling semi-relaxed because of Yeosang. You stepped into the shower and felt the hot water cascading down your back, the tenseness in your shoulders disappearing, and your clenched jaw becoming lax. You sighed in contentment before grabbing your body wash and letting the smell of coconut and shea butter flood your senses.

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“Feel better,” Yeosang asked when he saw you emerge from your room in his hoodie and some shorts.

“Way better,” you smiled before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him.

Yeosang filled with warmth at your touch. The way you nuzzled your face into his back and flexed your muscles as you tightened your grip, all made him want to faint.

“I think I realized what I need,” you muttered into his back.

“Hmm,” Yeosang acknowledged, trying to plate the chicken that had arrived while you were getting dressed.

“Come on,” you demanded as you pulled him with you to the couch.

“B-but...chicken,” he stuttered.

“We’ll get it in a second,” you said. “Okay now lay down.”

Yeosang looked at you with apprehension in his eyes.

“Just do it,” you smiled.

“Okay,” he drawled before laying down and adjusting himself.

Your smile grew as you laid on him, inching your way down until you were face level with his torso.

“What are you d-”

Yeosang paused as you lifted his shirt, placed your face on his abs, and locked your arms around his waist. All you got from him was silence and you could mentally picture him in his shocked state. The shirt over your head blocked him from view but you could feel him bring his hands to his face, hiding his embarrassment from the world.

“Are you done,” he muttered, his words muffled by his hands.

“Not yet, give me like three more minutes. Okay,” you asked.

“F-fine,” he groaned.

You snickered at his response before deciding to take this a step further. Your lips began to meet his skin in little pecks and kisses, making him shift under you. Your kisses paralleled the crevices and dips that were etched on his torso, effectively worshiping his abdomen. Your kisses turned into licks and nips of the textured skin. Yeosang shuddered under your ministrations. After you were sure that a few marks would be left you popped your head out of the neck of his shirt.

“Hi,” you smiled.

“You’re going to stretch this shirt out you know,” Yeosang stuttered.

You kissed the birthmark under his left eye and giggled before exiting the shirt, giving Yeosang the space to breathe.

“Okay, I’m relaxed now,” you smirked.

“You’re a brat, that’s what you are,” Yeosang laughed. However, you knew that eventually, Yeosang would use this against you in the future. “Chicken now?”

“Yes,” you squealed, getting up and running towards the kitchen.

“Hey, wait up,” Yeosang exclaimed, scrambling to catch up.

You giggled as Yeosang caught you in his embrace, kissing your neck and squeezing your waist. You both lost yourself in each other’s gaze, capturing each other in love and affection; finding contentment with the world.

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A/N: Please leave me feedback <3

[itsdanii]

I’d like to request the prompt of “I...um, Can I hold your hand?” With my bby, Kyotani. My pronouns are she/her and I love to be called “Sweetheart”. Thanks so much, I love you! 🥰💖💞

Hey, bub! Thank you so much for requesting, I actually enjoyed writing this one! ♥️ Apologies for the slight delay. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! I love you too ♥️

Fall for me

genre: fluff

warning/s: slight cursing, message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

prompt/s: "I-um... can I hold your hand?"

ft. kyotani kentaro, f!reader

maybe getting stucked inside the gym wasn't a bad thing after all

For the nth time, you tried pulling at the doorknob, only to be met with a rattling sound. You've been trying to open it for quite a while now and yet it still won't budge no matter how hard you try.

Currently, you're stucked inside the vollyball gym with none other than Kyotani Kentaro.

A few hours back, you and your friends decided to pay the volleyball practice a visit. It was the daily routine of your friend group to always visit after class. You knew that most of them only visited for the sake of fangirling over the main four, but as for you, it was a different case.

If not for a certain person, you won't even bother coming here. Actually, you've been watching Kyotani for several months now. The moment you saw the way he played, you were immediately smitten. Despite how "rough" he was inside the court, you didn't fail to notice how much effort he puts in playing, especially when Tooru was inside.

In his own way, he was interesting.

Checking your wrist watch, you groaned upon noticing that it was already 6:52 PM, and you had to be home at 7 because you still have some tasks to finish.

Deciding to seek for help, you turned around to call the attention of the person who's currently stuck with you inside the school gym.

Sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, Kyotani's eyes were sharply focused on you as he watched your every movement.

The sight of him looking at you intensely made your knees weak, but despite the "bad boy" aura around him, you knew that he wouldn't do anything to purposely hurt you nor make you uncomfortable which is the exact reason why having an eye contact with him made your heart rate pick up.

It was... thrilling.

"The fuck are you starin' at?" he asked in a snappy manner when you failed to speak up.

Clearing the lump inside your throat, you pointed at the door behind you nervously. "Uh, the door... it won't open."

Instead of giving you an answer, Kyotani just stood up and made his way towards you. He looked down at you with a small frown which instantly made you feel self conscious.

He was too close that you could almost smell him, and the way that he was hovering over you made you feel small in his presence. He was slowly leaning in, eyes never leaving yours as he placed a hand beside your head.

Out of instinct, you fluttered your eyes close and held in your breath. Your hands fisted the hem of your jacket beside you as you waited for his lips to come. After all, he was trying to kiss you, right?

But instead of feeling his lips against yours, you felt his breath tickling your ear.

"Move."

Opening your eyes, you blinked in confusion at what just happened. "I.. Huh?" you muttered as you turned your head a bit to the side to face him, your noses almost touching as you did so.

With the side of his lips curled up, Kyotani simply answered, "Move. The door's behind you."

Your face immediately heated up in embarrassment. Quickly, you moved out of the way while muttering continuous apologies, mentally giving yourself a smack on the head for being assuming.

"It's locked from the outside." Kyouani said as he gave the door another push. "I can try calling the team but.." he paused for a moment and scratched the back of his head, his eyes averting away from you as he muttered, "I don't have their numbers."

Your lips parted upon hearing that and before you knew it, you were already giggling.

This caused him to look at you and just like that, Kyotani felt his heart skip a beat, his face suddenly feeling hot. With a grunt, he walked away and went back to his previous position, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

"You're a fan girl, aren't you?" Kyotani asked to which you simply nodded. "Don't you have any of the members' number? Why don't you-"

"Do you actually think that just because I idolize your team, I have their number?" You walked over to him and sat beside him, your knees pressed against your chest with your chin resting on top of them. "I don't go around asking people for their number just because I'm a fan, you know? I'm not that... bold. Plus, my battery's dead."

"Ah.."

Silence enveloped the two of you after that and only the sound of the insects along with the pitter patter of the light rain tapping outside could be heard. However, it wasn't awkward. In fact, it felt relaxing.

"Can't we just break the door?" you suggested out of nowhere. "I don't really want to stay here until help comes. What if nobody comes until the morning?"

"Why don't you try breaking it then?" Kyotani answered with a grumpy voice.

You rolled your eyes at the tone of his voice. Resting your left cheek against your knees, you looked at him with a small frown. "Why are you always so snappy, Kyotani-kun?Even during practices, I see you snapping at your teammates. I could even remember that one time during your match when you bumped into-"

"You're noisy."

Instantly, you stopped speaking, a low murmur of apology slipping past your lips before you turned completely silent. You felt your confidence wavering after that. This was basically your only chance to try getting close to your crush and yet you ended up making him uncomfortable.

How stupid.

As you were about to turn your face to the opposite direction, Kyotani suddenly added, "-But I didn't say you should stop."

"Oh.." You couldn't find the right words to say. Heck, you didn't even know how to react properly. Who would, when the person they like basically just hinted that they like talking with them?

Seeing your flustered state, Kyotani couldn't help but smile. He was used to seeing girls becoming a blushing mess especially around Oikawa but when it came towards him, they would always scurry away. Sure, he might always have a grumpy expression but it didn't mean that he was a bad person, right?

He also wanted to experience the feeling of someone looking at his direction - someone who would look past his intimidating nature and would personally get to know him.

He wanted someone to understand him.

"I-um... Can I hold your hand?" he asked unconsciously. Once the words escaped his mouth, his eyes widened.

What if you thought that he was a pervert?

What if you get scared of him just like they all do?

But instead of moving away from him, Kyotani was surprised to see you smiling. He knew that you also didn't expected him to ask such question but there was something in your reaction that made him hopeful. It made him feel nervous and confident at the same time.

Was this how it felt like to realize they like someone?

Once you reached your hand out to him, Kyotani swallowed the lump inside his throat and placed his hand on yours. He enveloped your hand in his and he couldn't help but admire how your hands fitted with each other.

And if it wasn't enough that he was already just as flustered as you were awhile ago, you suddenly said something that almost made his heart leap out of his chest.

"I like you, Kyotani. That's the reason why I always visit the gym after class. While the other girls come here to fan girl over the rest of the team, I had my eyes focused on you, admiring you silently... and if you reject me now, I'd accept it. It's not everyday that I get stuck inside the gym with my crush so I just wanted to let you know. Don't worry, we can forget about this tomorrow and I'll stop visiting your practices to avoid making you feel uncomfortable."

Kyotani felt you trying to detach your hand from his but instead of letting you, he tightened his hold on your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't," he said with a slight shake of his head.

Confused, you raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't? What do you mean don't?"

"Don't stop visiting our practices. Don't stop looking at my direction," he muttered with a low voice, "This is the first time someone confessed to me so I don't really know what to say but one thing I'm sure of is that I'm not going to reject you. This is new to me and I don't want to end up fucking it up but if you promise me that you'd be willing to be patient for me, I'd also promise to do my best. There's... something about you that makes me feel attracted and willing to give it a try."

You instantly felt relieved when you heard those words. It might've sounded as if he was challenging you but it was enough to prove you that you had a chance.

"I'll surely make you fall for me, Kyotani Kentaro," you answered with a confident smile.

Smirking, Kyotani squeezed your hand gently once again before he nodded. "I'll look forward to it then, sweetheart."

a/n: Im not thinking of turning this into a fic series. This one? Pft. Totally not 👁️👄👁️

[fairyoftbz]

spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

🌱 word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him. 

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words. 

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health. 

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen. 

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago. 

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son. 

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.

[kuroosweakness]

omg stop i’m so glad you appreciate my hcs :,) i love writing them and sharing them w you makes my heart so happy!! thank you for taking the time to read them <3

more kuroo hcs for you 💌 :

whenever people ask when the two of you are gonna get married, he puts his hand in his pocket and turns to you saying “well this is awkward... i wasn’t planning on doing this now bu-“ and you know he’s joking just to make a scene but you both start laughing at his antics as he gets down on one knee and pulls out a breath mint PLEALSKE

he’d get incredibly happy and blushy if you tell him that he was in your dream bc even when you’re asleep, you’re thinking of him :,( he just feels so loved!!!

if you’re out and you’re feeling drained or tired, he’d place his hand on your head, smoothing your hair back as reassurance that once you get home, you’ll nap together

if you wear rings, he’ll gently take your hand in his and open your hand out so he can admire all the rings on your fingers. he’d lightly play with all of them and imagine sliding a huge diamond ring on your finger one day :(

if you guys are hanging out w his friends or coworkers and he starts to feel his social battery run out, he’ll lightly tap your hip or lower back twice as a silent “let’s go?” and he’d make up a random excuse to leave (although he’s an extrovert, i feel like being surrounded by a lot of people all the time is overwhelming to him). he truly appreciates how understanding you are bc of this :(

when you visit him at work, he’d let you sit in his nice comfy rolly chair and he’d sit in another chair and do his work bc he likes seeing you make yourself at home in his office! he’d do anything for you to be comfortable and happy (he’d even offer to bring you coffee just the way you like, not even bothering the interns to make coffee bc only he knows how you like it) omg would kuroo roll you around his office in the rolly chair when he gets bored? definitely.

he does so much for you so you feel happy, but what do you do for him that makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9? when you fix his tie for him, when you offer to do the dishes/chores even when it’s his turn, when you hug him first thing in the morning, when you text him randomly throughout the day or send him pictures of what you’re doing

when he first asked you to move in w him, he set up a separate bedroom for you in his apartment bc his parents used to sleep in different rooms sometimes when he was younger. they used to tell him that even married couples need space. although you two weren’t married (yet), he wanted to be considerate of your space. his heart beats incredibly fast when he hears you come into his room and slide under the warm blankets w him every night :) (sorry this is kinda sad omg i might have projected a teeny tiny bit 😩)

i feel like he makes really stupid purchases. like one summer, he bought a snow cone machine :// tetsu bub you can make that at home w the ice in your fridge :// but you let the man have fun w his gadgets bc of the shine in his eyes when he hands you a red snow cone (his favorite color looks extra pretty on your lips)

when you guys are watching a show together, he likes to share his thoughts and also hear yours. he’d pause once in a while to make up theories about what’s gonna happen and you guys get super excited when either of you are right, flailing your arms at eachother in excitement (pls it takes y’all 1 hour to watch a 25 min episode lmAODJDK)

it’s missing kuroo hours w lia and 🧸 anon :,)

- 🧸 anon

no, THANK YOU for taking the time to write these :' they give me an overwhelming amount of serotonin every time i read these 😫

AHHA THE PROPOSAL PLS him pulling out a breath mint lmaoo i'd love him for that, but also elbow him for making a scene :'

awww i need to dream of hi more :'( imagine it was a really weird dream though where he was floating in the air in purple pajamas

:((( he's so sweet and caring. the soft gestures are really making my heart melt here

RINGS well, looks like it's time for me to buy some 👀 (and yes, we would love a huge diamond ring on our left fourth finger :')

yes yes yes :((( his silent way of communicating with you is <33 kuroo would be so understanding of social batteries running out :'

YES BIG COMFY ROLLY CHAIRS !! the way he'll laugh when you get dizzy from spinning too much. him bring you special coffee :'(( OMG HIM PUSHING YOU AROUND <3

(and he'll plop himself on your lap and look around the room like "where'd y/n go??" :)

aww we'll make sure he stays on cloud 9 forever :'

OMG YES THE MOVE-IN PART he's too considerate >:(( and the way you'll take turns sleeping in each other's beds together!

not married....yet 👀

AHAHAHA a snow cone machine is not a dumb purchase! he knows investment when he sees it >:)) man, i haven't had a snow cone in so long :'

omg the red color!! pls, he'll kiss the flavor off of your lips <33

YESS making theories and hearing each other's thoughts!! and when something stupid happens, he'll wince and complain about it to you ahhaha

missing kuroo hours is somehow open 24/7 :' again, thank you sm for sharing these with me 🧸 anon D: i hope you have loveliest day ever!! <33

[lihikainanea]

i’m shy and get embarrassed easily, so i have NEVER SAID WHAT IVE WANTED but i can’t hold back anymore, I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT. actually, it’s not a want, it’s a need.

i need a really sub tiger (whimpering, spaced out look, needy, sucking on his fingers, etc) and daddy bill. sweet nani. TIGER call him daddy. i need big protector and provider vibes from bill.

also, i’ve read every single one of your posts ATLEAST 15 times. this page right here, feels like a safe space.

much love

ohhhhhhhh thank you bb! I love messages like this <3 I'm glad you submitted an ask, that's a big step--I'm proud of you, boo. This space is open and safe for everyone, it's all I've ever wanted to create, so to hear you say it--to know that you felt comfortable submitting an ask--bubs, that makes me so happy <3

I'm feelin soff and subby tiger these days. Not only because of this deadly heatwave that has been sweeping the entire fucking continent, not only because work has been hell on earth, not only because I'm finally on vacation next week after not taking time off for a year and I feel like I'm crawling towards the finish line, bruised and battered, on all fours pleading for mercy.

Oh wait, that's exactly why I'm feeling soff and subby tiger these days, so small and where she can just disappear into her bubble of safety and just know that she'll be taken care of.

If you’ll allow me to self-project for awhile, as I’m wont to do rather frequently--maybe tiger has had to be Boss Bitch for awhile. She’s not having a hard time at work--no no, quite the opposite actually. She’s killing it. Stepping up when she has to, working long hours. Maybe her boss quit all of a sudden (hello, self-projection again!) and tiger is just stepping in and getting shit done. And ike a Queen, that ‘tude is bleeding into other aspects of life. Bill has a wonky shelf that needs fixing and while he’s usually quick to fix those things, it’s lagging and tiger just thinks--fuck it, and fuck you too. Bill comes home and she’s power drilling the thing back in place. Changing the light bulbs. Replacing the battery in her smoke alarm. Doing all the groceries. Cooking. Working late into the night. Picking up his dry cleaning. Her friend is going through a bad break up--tiger is there, packing her shit up with her, finding her a new apartment.

Tiger can sometimes be a bit of a procrastinator--which Bill likes, because then he gets to step in and do things for her and he loves the smile she gives him when he does that--but lately? Bill can’t get there fast enough. Tiger is handling it all, knocking it out of the park, and making it look easy.

The problem is she also kind of works herself into a tizzy--because tiger doesn’t like having too much control. She can absolutely do everything herself, but part of what she enjoys so much in her dynamic with Bill is that she doesn’t have to. She doesn’t have to be in control, or have all the power. She can give that to him, and she can just float in that place free from all burdens and responsibility and know that she’ll be taken care of. There’s an immense power in relinquishing control. And like everything, tiger swings violently from one extreme to the other--she has all of the control, she’s handling shit, she’s handling shit like a boss--until she gets real small, because she doesn’t WANT to handle this much, she doesn’t want to be the boss bitch anymore, she needs a balance where she can be ballsy and courageous in her professional life but that balance comes from being able to be subby with Bill, being able to be put on her knees and be his good girl.

Yin and yang.

And Bill senses it. He probably knows by the crazy twitch in her eye, her subtle irritability, the way a problem no sooner arises that tiger is throwing some power tool, some 7-step coaching programme, some advice from years of therapy--just something at it. Bill barely has time to mention that something in the house needs fixing, let alone fix it himself--because tiger is all over it and then some.

Bill knows the pendulum is swinging just a leeeeeeeetle too far one way.

And maybe the next day when tiger gets in from work--she has a list of shit she needs to get done tonight, and she’s still tapping away more on her phone: bake brownies for a work potluck, fix the chain on the toilet, scrub the bath tub, build the IKEA shoe cabinet she bought, give Bill head because it’s been awhile, put the final tweaks on a presentation. And her nose is in her phone when she walks in the door, so she doesn’t see Bill standing there in the hallway--doesn’t see the way he has his arms crossed, the authoritative set to his jaw, his pinched eyebrows.

“Hiiiiiii,” she calls out blindly down the hallway as she toes off her shoes, drops her purse on the floor.

Bill doesn’t respond. Her eyes are still on her phone, her thumbs going a mile a minute.

“Did you get the drill bits I need?” she’s still yelling because she hasn’t seen him yet, “That fucking IKEA cabinet Allan key bullshit won’t--oof.”

She walks right into his chest, stumbling back a step or two as she startles. And then she notices--notices how tall he’s standing, notices the set in his eyes, his clenched jaw. His crossed arms.

“Hi,” he says simply, lowly.

“Hi,” she stammers, “I uh, didn’t see you there.”

“I know,” he says--and then he reaches out, takes her phone from her hands. He puts it in his back pocket and crosses his arms again.

“On your knees,” he says.

“Why?” she mumbles it before she can stop, and it’s just automatic when she’s been like this--question everything, oppose everything, demand answers. But Bill just cocks his eyebrow, bends a little at the waist and gets his face in close to hers.

“You don’t get to ask questions tonight,” he whispers, and it’s soft but deliciously menacing and threatening. Tiger bites her lip, and she’s so mesmerized by him, already so turned on, that she’s rooted to the spot and she doesn’t move.

“Tiger,” he says harshly, “I won’t repeat myself.”

“Oh,” she snaps to her senses, shaking the fog from her brain. She drops to her knees. “Sorry,” she mumbles.

“Do you like all of this, tiger?” he weaves a hand in her hair, gently tugging it so her eyes are on him, “All of this control? All of this power?”

“I don’t know.”

“Try again,” he says, “All of this responsibility, fighting everybody’s battles. Taking care of everyone else--but who is taking care of you, hmm? Who’s taking care of my sweet girl?”

And her walls are starting to come down, that pendulum is starting to swing back ever so slowly in the natural direction.

“I am,” her voice cracks, and she says it so lowly he barely heard it.

“What’s that?”

“I am,” she says again, just a twinge louder but even then it’s barely a whisper.

“You are,” he says, “Just handling everything like a big girl. And do you like that? Not letting me take care of you? Not needing me?”

“No,” she admits.

“And is that part of our deal?”

“No,” she says again, leaning forward and bunching his pant leg in her fist. She just wants to touch him, wants to be close to him, and Bill would never stop her from doing so in moments like these. He presses his thumb to her lips, easing it inside. She sighs and her shoulders sag with relief.

“Then I think we need to fix that, don’t we?” he asks, “I miss my sweet girl.”

She whimpers around his thumb, inching on her knees closer to him and resting her forehead on his thigh.

“Do you want me to fix it sweet girl?” he murmurs, “Get you back right again?”

She nods, but he snaps his fingers and he swears that she moaned a little.

“Yes,” she says immediately, “Please, Bill.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” he says, and he withdraws his thumb from her mouth, closing his hands around her shoulders and lifting her so she’s standing in front of him, “I think I need to hear that a little more.”

She whines, but he slams his lips to hers. He kisses the hell out of her, all tongues and teeth, pulling away as she gasps for breath.

“If you want me to fix it kid,” he purrs, “Then you’re going to beg for it.”

[vampcubus]

So Android Izuku is hot ngl

I promise this is the last time I'll send my art just HEAR ME OUT👋🏾😭😭

We all know Android Izuku is a lil glitchy, so at first(especially due to how nervous he is around you) when cooking and such, he might twitch and drop a few things. He's sure you'll yell at him, but when you ask if he's OK, stroking his cheek lovingly, he m e l t s

You doing this and treating him so kindly motivates him to work harder for you, to make you feel as happy as you make him. He devotes himself fully to you, making you smile just brings him so much happiness. He'd wear whatever you wanted him to, if it pleased you.

Bub's hair can glow whenever you'd like, and I'd bet he can use his eyes like a flashlight to help you see.

Also, like in the Canon anime, I feel like Android Izuku would have a huge scar on his right arm. It might have a lack of silicone there, or possibly something else. At first he was super self conscious. It came from one of his previous owners. What if you hated him for the way it looked? What if you wanted to send him away like all the others did? One said "I'll be back, soon!" But soon never came, and when the door started to jingle, Izuku shot up, excited for his master's return. But no, he recognized these people, they were apart of the company that'd created him. They were coming to take him away, once again.

Don't even get me started on his last owner. She'd drove out to the dump, and told poor Izuku that they were going to play a game. She had him stand in a single spot, telling him not to move no matter what, that...she'd be back. Poor thing, he followed her instructions to the letter, and for years, he stayed, never losing hope that his owner would come along. After possibly four years of waiting, he began to wonder where she could be. And after seven, he'd shut himself off. Not purposefully, though, his battery had died.

But then, after ten years, you came along. Having spotted the Android while looking for spare parts. You came, and cared for him. Youd traveled far and wide just so Izuku could see Hatsume, the one person you knew would have the parts to fix him.. Izuku wasn't stupid, though, he knew his previous owner didn't want him anymore, he'd made the connection almost as soon as he was found out how long he'd been out there(through his own internal clock, I suppose). She was just like the rest, throwing him aside after using him for all he was worth, his body, his mind, his time. But when he'd met you, everything changed. You tried to fix him, only after he got used to you, though. You'd respected his boundaries when he faltered the moment you'd attempted to touch one of his injuries. After awhile, izuku found that he'd fallen for you. He'd watched on the television how people fell in love, and he realized he'd felt the same about you.

So yes, android Izuku loves you, he'd do anything for you, anything to please you, so that he can stay by your side forever. He hates it when he can't accompany you to the store, or wherever it is that you're going. He always feels as though you'll leave him, that he's done something wrong. But everytime, you come back. And everytime, he comes running, overjoyed to see his love. He'd never tell you about his feelings, though. Surely, you'd leave him, he'd never feel your touch again. He'd never get to look into your eyes, hold onto your arm while you search for parts to fix him. He couldn't bare such a thing, so for now..he'll stay silent. He won't say anything, and he'll stay with you forever.

Also there's nakey android

He be cute

-Frazier

OH MY GOD HE TURNED OUT SO FUCKING GORGEOUS!! YOU’RE SO TALENTED THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART WITH ME, IT WILL ALWAYS BE WELCOMED AND APPRECIATED HERE!! 😭💜💜💜💜🙌

And yes y e s Y E S to all of this!! I’m so softtttt, I love him so much 😭😭

(I’m sorry this is so late 😳)

[silvermistcosmos]

heyy :) If you’re ok with it, I would also like to be shipped with enhypen.

I’m 18 years old, 176cm tall and have shoulder-length brown hair. I wear glasses and have hazel eyes. My mbti type is enfp, but I would consider myself an ambivert, because I hate being alone for too long, but my social battery can run out as well. I love singing and dancing, but I don’t think I would consider myself good at it hahah. I’m graduating from school this year and afterwards I think I want to study either international relations or fashion & brand management :) I listen to music almost all the time and love watching kdramas and anime. I guess I would describe myself as really affectionate, maybe even a bit clingy. If you couldn’t have guessed, my love language is physical touch, giving gifts coming in second. I love to travel and enjoy learning about new cultures. I also get easily excited and maybe get a bit childish when I am. I would say I’m pretty empathetic (please after all the tiktoks I can’t take myself serious saying that) and I always try to help others, I myself am not really good at accepting help though lmao. also slowly working on that whole opening up to others thing, because I rarely do, but if I do, I am really close to oversharing and that wouldn’t be good either hahah.

I think that’s all I can think of for now hahah. please I’m so sorry, this sounds so weird. also I wanted to add that I loved your reaction to s/o not saying I love you back!! looking forward to your future works :D

- nina

ahh thank you! that reaction got so much love!!! 🥺❤ thanks for participating in the game!! im assuming you mean, romantically?? that’s sort of how i played it in the blurb anyways, but here we gauurrr

I ship you with...Sunoo

Okay, your extroverted? clingy? physical touch? it just screams sunoo!! like you literally sound so sweet and i feel like sunoo could be a great match! 

pairing - nina x sunoo

genre - fluff 

wordcount - 431

warning(s) - n/a 

a/n - if you would like to be shipped as well, check out my enhypen & bts ship game 

"Are you done yet?" Your boyfriend asked for probably the hundredth time in the last hour, making you look at him, deadpan as he sits beside you.

You were in the living room doing your homework and all the boys were in there talking, but Sunoo wanted to talk to you instead.

"Why are you not paying attention to me?" He asked, sulking.

"Sorry, bubs, I'm busy, you know, trying to graduate?" You sighed, putting your pencil to your paper, only for the led to break.

"Ah, guess you can't write with a broken pencil." He commented, "Guess you're going to have to cuddle with me," And before you could protest that all the boys were watching, he already had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him.

Some of the boys looked at you with raised brows and a couple looked away. The introvert was slowly coming out as you sunk into Sunoo's chest, embarrassed. It wasn't that you didn't like cuddling with him or anything (no, you actually loved it), you just felt bad about making anyone uncomfortable.

"Aw, Sunoo, look at how red she is!" Heeseung pointed out

They laughed as you covered your face and Sunoo chucked before standing up with you with a smile, "I think we're going to have to go to our room if I want a real cuddle."

You looked at him and at your homework, "Or we can go to your room and you can help me with homework."

"No, I like the first option better." Again, before you could grab your papers or anything, he was practically dashing towards his room with you two hand in hand, but you couldn’t complain. You were getting tired of studying anyways. 

Sunoo closed the door and he looked at you with a bright smile, “Can we actually cuddle now?” and you slowly nodded your head. He brought his hands to your face, slowly pulling your glasses off and putting them on the nightstand before jumping on top of you, dropping both of you to the bed with laughs erupting from both parties. 

He pulled your head to his chest and played with your hair. one of his favorite things to do when cuddling, “It’s about time we’ve cuddled. It’s been so long.” 

“It’s been since yesterday...” You rolled your eyes, but giggled, “But it sure has felt like forever, hasn’t it?” You added, squeezing him a little tighter. You were both equally clingy and in need of physical affection so this was an area you could agree on. 

“It has, but now you’re actually paying attention to me so I’m happy.”