#wc: 502

[kangaroo-writes-trash]

"Little Lamb."

“Be back before dusk, love.” Her worry wasn’t enough to interrupt my fervour, scraps of food squished into a backpack holding plenty, a knife only sheathed at her command, and loose soil from the ground my mother’s never seen. “Promise!” I give half-harmonic, to sate her nerves. It doesn’t work. “Don’t stray the path,” Miriam continued, ferrying twigs, leaves, and grass half-burnt, “and if you do, do it wordlessly.” “Mm!” The house is empty, save for us two. The bedroom opposite mine, the door barely ajar, by my own sleepless hands. His blankets are tidied before the sun creeps in, and I’m back beneath my hemp before mother’s plodding finds my door with a three-tap knock to meet the day. A party, I think, is what kept him the first night. Dear uncle, the six after that. She helps with the bag still, despite my disagreement, carrying it out onto the porch and slinging it over the railing. All the while, I scratch well too hard into the skin of my palm, fighting back a heat that’s grown painful, blooming into a single drop of blood. Then, comfort found in reciprocation.  “Pollux, love?”  Her voice brings me to, and pulls further forward a reminder of why I took hers for so many years. “Mm?” “Are you okay?” A conversation half-held, littered with worries and warnings and promises of reassurances, I’m sure. “Perfectly okay!” “Well… okay.” She relents, leaning down with open arms that I find myself wrapped in, before even realising I’ve jumped into them. It’s a competition in an instant, who can squeeze harder?

She maintains her streak. Then, in a blink, the bag’s over my shoulder and I’m four steps deep into fresh mud. “Pollux.” She berates, an unimpressed look cast over my bare feet. “Almost got away with it!” I paint a leisurely stroll, aided by a walking stick in the form of a fallen branch – number six of the fourteen that comprise my collection. He’s curved inward, this stick, half on his way to a career in archery. I allow myself a visit to the coops, feed tossed and ruffles to my two hens, and a kiss to a flowerbed that still hasn’t taken. Mother tells us that you can only grow with love – I hope the soil knows how I feel about them.  My winding path finds me behind our home, a purpose in my speed up as the forest waves to me in the wind. I wave back. My stride finds a sprint, one last call of goodbye to the house that watches me go, and a woman at a window with a fear that creaks the boards. We meet fast, the treeline and I, stopping a step before their opening. A soft breath is welcomed into my lungs, a rising beat in my chest. Then, a warmth spreads up my spine. “May I?” Is uttered quietly, for the bark and me alone. A moment, before I take to the threshold, and the forest takes me.

[bexstevie]

STEVIE REFLECTION SOLO - EPISODE 4

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it’s like muscle memory, stepping in and greeting the staff waiting for him with a grin. “hello~” he sings, a skip in his step, his head bowing towards everyone as he goes to sit. “we gotta stop meeting like this,” he jokes, getting himself situated. 

EPISODE FOUR! HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

“good!” he says, signature grin on his face. “feels kinda crazy i’m still here. hopefully for next episode too. we’ll see, i guess.” anything could happen, but stevie will keep hoping and trying. it’s got him this far, why stop now?

DID YOU LIKE YOUR CONCEPT?

“i did! i thought it was fun.” stevie’s legs kick out as he talks, recalling everything that’s occurred since the last time he sat in this chair. “our song choice helped– it calls for bright and upbeat, and it’s hard not to be when you’re singing along, y’know?” he cracks a grin. “and everyone was super involved, i feel. there was a lot what we could do with it, but i think we’re all happy with what we ended up with.” 

YOU THINK? WERE THERE ANY DISAGREEMENTS IN THE CREATIVE PROCESS?

“uh…” stevie trails off, a nervous laugh leaving him. “i mean…a little? i think we all can agree tensions are a little…crazy with how things went last episode.” the clips of ceo yoon losing it went viral, basically. “a little probably carried over those first few days, but i think we managed it pretty well in the end.” 

IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE FEELING CONFIDENT THEN. 

“am i?” stevie muses, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “i think i’m being more hopeful, than anything. but i guess, yeah. i am pretty confident with what we’ve done. i think everyone worked hard on it– tirelessly, too. maybe that’s why.” hard to not be confident with something when he knows everyone’s done the work to get it this far, no matter what the cameras may show. 

IS THERE A CONCEPT YOU WISH YOU HAD INSTEAD?

“cute and bright.” he says, unflinchingly. “the sexy one i think would have been too similar to last challenge– but cute and bright would have been nice. though i guess adrenaline is also…the same. so,” he shrugs, laughing it off. 

ALRIGHT, LASTLY– ANYONE TO NOTE THAT YOU FOUND PARTICULARLY HELPFUL?

“i know you probably get tired of hearing it, but i think everyone really did put their work in.” stevie says, honest. “the coaches helped, naturally. everyone contributed to throwing around costume ideas and skit ideas for the beginning. inho helped me with tips on how to keep my voice from shaking, jiayi and kaito put in a lot of work with our intro choreography, and jaeyoung is really creative. he was giving some pretty good ideas for our little skit at the beginning and some of the transitions for the dance break.” he rambles off. he’s proud of his team, all things considered; they have had their ups and downs, but honestly– what team hasn’t at this point?

[maestro-net]

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crybaby 🤍 lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, idol au, very short, hurt/comfort, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, crybaby seokmin, seokmin calls reader lovie, kissing, reader calls seokmin baby boy, lowkey just really soft

🤍 summary, caratland made your soft boyfriend cry, and you did your best to comfort him without crying too.

🤍 author's note, been obsessed with caratland 2025 recently and this seokmin is one of my favorites 😭 the fluffy hat and outfit is everything LMAO also seokmin's just such a pretty crier 😞 makes me want to cry just looking at his watery eyes and reddened nose and squishy frown and UGH i'm tweaking out. gonna pour out my heart and soul into this just watch

🤍 now playing, if you leave me (seventeen)

🤍 word count, 502 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"it's okay to cry seokmin. you didn't look stupid at all." smiling at your boyfriend's wet face, you cup your palm under his cheek, wiping the tears away with your thumb.

seokmin had just come backstage from finishing the second day of caratland, and you had expected him to cry at the end─you were tearing up yourself, especially with the way all of the members were so soft with wonwoo, realizing that their time with him was coming to an end.

seokmin was one of the more uncontrollable criers of seventeen, and he proved it even now; tears were dripping down his sharp jawline as he quietly sobbed to himself, lips downturned into the meltiest frown you think you had ever seen.

"lovie, i'm sorry, i really am sorry, i─" seokmin's apologizing for the third time in the past twenty minutes, and you shake your head, moving closer to your boyfriend as you cradle him towards your chest. he clings onto your shirt like he has nothing left, and your heart melts a little more, pressing a kiss to his scalp as you sigh.

"are you crying because you're going to miss wonwoo, baby boy?" you ask softly, and seokmin nods, head still on your chest as he sniffles.

"i honestly don't know why i'm crying anymore." seokmin lifts his head up from your chest, adjusting his hat as he sighs, looking down at his hands as he plays with his team ring.

"that's okay too. you know what i think?" you inquire quietly, and seokmin looks at you, big brown eyes glossy as he shakes his head.

"i think you're crying because you miss jeonghan, you're gonna miss wonwoo, and you just love carat so much, you can't help but give them everything." you take seokmin's hand in your own, tracing his knuckles as seokmin falters a bit, eyes watering again as he nods.

"am i right?" you question, and seokmin nods again, hand going to his eyes as he gently wipes away the tears, trying to be careful of his makeup. "mhm...i think you're right, lovie."

"what should i do? i don't know if i can go on without them." seokmin sighs, and you know who he's referring to; jeonghan and wonwoo. if you were being honest, you didn't know if you could go without them either. since they were seokmin's best friends, they were yours too.

"you can go on without them, seokmin. i know you can─even though you don't want to, you're a strong person. you'll hold on for them, and they can trust you with their positions while they're gone. you'll be the man in the gap while they're absent." you pat seokmin's thigh, pressing a kiss to his tear-stained cheek as he nods.

"i will. i'll do it for carat." seokmin whispers softly, leaning his head on your shoulder as you squeeze his thigh reassuringly.

"that's my baby boy." you smile softly, pressing a kiss to seokmin's forehead as he sniffles once more, finally calming down.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: scene stealer !

synopsis: in which you called itoshi sae overrated in an interview, and he responded in the language he knew best.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ drabble + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

wc: 502

“so, y/n,” the interviewer leaned forward, voice slick like the studio lights overhead. “we have to ask. you’ve done period dramas, blockbusters, indie films- critics are calling you the actress of our generation.”

you smiled politely, legs crossed, fingers light against the armrest. you knew how this worked. press tours were just acting with more glitter.

“but let’s pivot for a second,” she continued, eyes gleaming. “if we look at the football world critics say that sae itoshi is the footballer of our generation. how would you call him?”

you blinked. the question wasn't on the pre-approved list. the name hung in the air between you. sharp, clean, handsome.

“what about him?” you asked, voice even.

she smiled like a shark. “what do you think of him?”

your team was probably watching this from a monitor backstage, already regretting not cutting this question during prep. your PR manager was going to have a migraine. your fans would call it iconic. his fans… probably not.

you could laugh it off. you probably should. but instead, you relaxed your legs, eyes fixed on the interviewer.

“honestly?” you said.

she nodded, breath held.

you looked into the camera.

“overrated.”

there was a pause. a small one.

“i mean, he’s obviously good,” you added. “i’m not blind. but the hype about him? like he’s untouchable? it’s… excessive.”

you didn’t blink. didn’t smile. you weren’t trying to be cute about it. you just told the truth.

the segment moved on. the rest of the interview went fine. you were charming, articulate, witty. you knew how to give the audience what they wanted.

but none of it mattered. by nightfall, the only clip anyone was posting was the one where you said his name and called him overrated like it was a fact, not a statement.

the backlash was loud.

sports journalists, fanboys, stan accounts, all dissecting your tone, your words, your expression.

some defended you. said you were just being honest. that he was too cold, too mechanical, too arrogant to be idolized.

others tore into you. called you bitter. attention-seeking. said you didn’t have the right to speak on someone like him.

you said nothing. posted nothing. didn’t clarify or apologize. because you meant it.

until the 82nd minute of his next match against bastard münchen.

you weren’t watching the game live. you told yourself you didn’t care. but someone sent you the clip. and then someone else. and then it was trending.

he’d scored.

a brilliant, brutal goal, so fast it barely looked real. two defenders bypassed like training cones, the keeper left guessing. textbook precision and trademark calm.

then he walked straight to the nearest camera.

he didn’t smile. didn’t shout. didn’t do anything flashy.

he just looked into the lens, mouthed the word, slowly, clearly.

“overrated?”

you watched it in silence.

watched it again.

and again.

until your phone buzzed with a message from your best friend:

“he’s coming for your throat"

you exhaled through your nose, tossing your phone aside.

“fine,” you muttered. “let him.”

part 2 here

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[haikyu-mp4]

Flirting at work – Osamu x reader wc 502 – gn!reader requested by @cheesypuffkins87 for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

Osamu never understood the green feeling in his stomach whenever his friends visited him at his part-time job. It seemed they enjoyed talking to you just as much as they liked making fun of him. While he was used to the two of you working well together and even enjoying working with each other more than with others, you seemed completely enamoured with his friends sometimes. At least in his eyes.

So he would frown and pout whenever Suna and Komori stopped by to lean on the counter, making you laugh while he was stuck making their orders. He didn’t notice Suna’s eyes straying to him in his self-pity.

“Is that right, ‘Samu?” Suna said, voicing it louder so the twin was shaken out of his thoughts. Blinking mindlessly, he looked at the three of you in question.

“Huh?”

“Y/n was just telling us about how cool you looked yesterday when handling some rowdy idiots.”

You nodded in agreement, none the wiser to how butterflies fluttered in Osamu’s stomach now that he realised you had been talking about him. “I was so glad I didn’t have to do it. Osamu is too nice to me.”

“I bet he is,” Komori snickered, accepting the high-five from Suna.

You rolled your eyes at their antics, about to tell them off for being weird, when Osamu cleared his throat and went back to making their coffees with a newfound vigour. “It’s nothing, really. They were like a bunch of ‘Tsumus, easy to handle. Real weak.”

With an acknowledging hum, you turned around to get their sandwiches from the heater, packing them up in paper bags for them to bring along to wherever they were headed. Before handing them off, you signed each of them with a heart and have a nice day. On Suna’s, you also wrote no tomato, so they wouldn’t get mixed up.

They were sent off with their orders after wishing you both a great closing shift. Osamu sighed when the door finally closed behind them, glancing at you before getting a cloth to wipe down the counter.

“They’re funny,” you commented, testing to see how the mood was. Osamu wasn’t giving you much of a hint. Shifts with him were the best part of this job, so you couldn’t understand why he always seemed different when his friends were there.

He chuckled humourlessly. “I don’t understand why you’re even friends with them.”

You stilled, head tilted, giving Osamu flashbacks to scoldings from his mom. “They’re your friends.”

Osamu huffed in defiance, crossing his arms. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his face. “That’s why I know they’re scrubs.”

You squinted and pointed at him accusingly. “Are you… jealous?”

“Are you two done?” Both you and Osamu’s heads whipped towards the door, where your boss tapped her foot with her hands on her hips. “If you guys ever get married, please invite me to the wedding. I want credit for not firing you for flirting at work.”

masterlist

thank you so much to @cottonlemonade for some great lines from our brainstorming<3

[swarvey]

Can I ask for reactions to Farmer having real bad, MASSIVE, resting bit@% face. please 🙏

I don't care who you do it for, have fun with it. :3

when you have a resting bitch face | shane, haley (separate!) x gn!reader

summary -> your resting face has never been . . . the kindest, to say the least. it couldn't matter less to them, of course. warnings -> none! wc -> 502

a/n: this request is so funny and real i love it. i decided to do it with those who i headcanon to also have resting bitch faces. enjoy!! <3

shane

"fuckin' hell — what's up with them?"

as someone who also typically does not look the friendliest, shane feels like he has the right to judge

he's barely phased tho, thinks it's hilarious watching you go around town handing people gifts with such a stoic face

it all changes, tho, the day he sees you smile

he doesn't recall what made you laugh, only remembers thinking he wished it was because of him, bc damn

any thoughts he had about your resting face are gone

now, he only cares about being the one to break it

not that he'll ever admit it, ofc

(at least, not until you and him have matching mermaid's pendants)

it starts off with awkward small talk, as stuff typically does

"hey." | "um, hey." | "..." | "... do you need something?" | "no! no. nothing." | "okay." | "okay."

no one told him talking was hard, okay?

(the chickens usually think he's pretty funny, he swears)

something he said to you must have been right, tho, bc one day, he's on the way to joja and is stopped by you

and you have a container in your hands. for him. of pepper poppers.

"i heard you liked these ... so i decided to try and make them."

your typically hostile exterior is gone, replaced with ... is that embarrassment in your eyes??

he can't say shit, tho, he can feel a flush of heat creeping up his neck

"oh, uh, thanks, i guess. i mean, these are my favorite, so, yeah. thanks."

he wants to crawl away into a hole for the rest of his life.

his antics are rewarded nonetheless, seeing that he made you laugh for the first time

(which, in turn, gives him the chance to make you laugh for the rest of his life)

haley

"why is the new farmer looking at me like that? do they have a problem or something?"

definitely takes offense to it at first, disregarding her own major rbf

thinks you have something against her personally until emily reassures her it's just your resting face

she'll scoff and think it's stupid at first

but then she goes into the bathroom, looks into the mirror, and pretty much shrieks, scaring the hell out of her sister

"what, what?!" | "i have it, too!" | "have what?" | "the resting face! the one the farmer has!"

(emily reminds herself of inner peace before shutting the bathroom door and walking away)

after her monumental realization, haley is more understanding of you and decides to try and get to know you better

very pleasantly surprised to find your exterior doesn't match how you truly are

and when she finds a sunflower on her doorstep, along with a short letter written to her?

she's smitten.

haley's used to getting what she wants, and it's no different with you

"hey. you gave me this, right?" | "the sunflower? yeah, i heard you liked them..." | "so, wanna go on a date?" | "huh?!"

the rest is history

[t-r99]

Lazy Mornings

Nagi Seishiro x reader

some fluff because why not

wc: 502

Like most normal people, Nagi absolutely hates waking up. Sleep is a gift from the heavens and he would sleep forever if he could, bonus if he gets to hold you in his arms and wrap all his limbs around you like a koala and never let go.

Sometimes you switch up and he gets to be the one who is held, nuzzled into your chest where the steady beat of your heart lulls him to sleep at night and is the first sound he wakes up to.

His favourite thing to do is spoon you from behind with his face buried in the nape of your neck. The first thing he does when he wakes up is place endless lazy kisses on your nape that eventually wake you up.

The days when he has something to do are the worst because he has to get up against his will and get ready for the day.

Of course he's almost always late. Reo will scold him for not being on time and Barou will yell at him for being a lazy pain in the ass, but he's fine with being lectured by them both because always spends those mornings in bed with you.

He has something today, a press conference or something he thinks, it's too much of a hassle to remember. Nagi sits up with a heavy sigh, eyes still closed. He yawns, scratching the side of his neck, and he feels a hand over his own. "Get back . . ." You mumble tiredly, still half asleep.

"There's s'mth'n planned t'day." Nagi sighs again.

You grab his wrist and pull him back down.

Of course Nagi is more than happy to lay down next to you and let you nuzzle against the crook of his neck. He slides an arm under you and rolls over to his side, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

Bzz! Bzz!

"Your phone." You whisper against his warm skin.

Nagi ignores it. "Hassle . . ."

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

"It'll stop." He mumbles. "Ten more minutes."

Who cares about training and conferences and match- Not matches. They're important.

Who cares about everything other than matches when Nagi can just lay in bed and hold you like this instead? You're the most precious thing in his life and you love him like he's your whole world. "G'morning, babe." Nagi mumbles softly against your temple, moving down to rest his forehead against yours.

Yeah, mornings in bed with you are the best.

[akutasoda]

realisation and confessions [genshin ver]

synopsis - how does she realise she has a crush, and how does she confess

includes - arlecchino

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 502

a/n: the second part to the request by @stimix !!

arlecchino was always perceived as stoic.

seen as a cold and calculating by most that saw her, even in passing glances. so it wouldn't be totally out of the question for some to assume or joke about the fact that she wouldn't trouble herself with a lover - or even that someone could love her.

even arlecchino herself didn't exactly see herself to be the kind to be troubled with falling in love with someone.

she has her interests, that certainly didn't align with finding a partner anytime soon, and she much preferred to be less perceived, arlecchino valued deception as it was quite a useful tool.

but by no means was arlecchino oblivious. she could recognise those small signs in her behaviour when she was around you and you only - the signs that would indicate that she had in fact developed some feelings that were more than a simple friendly ones.

but she wanted to make sure that it was in fact due to her developing those feelings for you. just because she recognised the signs didn't mean she would admit to them or even accept them straight off the bat.

so, almost unconsciously, arlecchino began to “dote” on you a bit more than usual. luckily for her, you began to take it as her being more comfortable around you and actually perceiving you as a close friend rather than something a bit more than that.

arlecchino would start being more aware of you, looking out for you more and being more initiative about talking to you rather than you talking to her.

and when you still remained constantly on her mind, or making her heart flutter with something as simple as your smile. she knew she had fell head over heels for you.

however, even when she finally admitted to the fact she held romantic feelings toward you, due to that stoic nature of hers, she found it hard to confess.

knowing that she had feelings for you made her practically fall for you even more. she reasoned that if she had fallen for you, then you were the one for her and so she should pursue you with her best shot. but for some unknown reason to her, arlecchino found it difficult.

being “in love” meant being vulnerable in a way that she hadn't let anyone see, and that was scary to her. but she'd rather not let her feelings affect her much more than it had, and keeping them bottled up would start affecting her more.

so eventually she would pluck up the courage to confess. arlecchino would be half torn between being blunt and upfront and doing it subtly, so that if she was rejected then it would be easy for her to play it off.

but eventually she would settle for being blunt about it.

[spideykuri]

#1 You Right. ⊹♡

Warnings- MDNI | Smut 18+ Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader, no plot, straight smut, more like a blurb, oral sex; giving, pet names Summary; Cuddling turns into something else realll quickly, especially with Peter.

Notes; I literally am so down bad for him, it's awful. This is just a first post type of thing. I had to shorten it.. I wrote this in my notes app, I'm calling this series the notes app edition. Hope you all enjoy! (I'm terrible at making tags so apologies that I missed some.) 502 wc! Pretty short.

Touching sometimes becomes too much, especially for you. At first, this was just a simple cuddle time; you were just drawing and peter was behind you making sure you were comfortable, that’s all.

Now, you’re on your knees taking his length like the little slut you are for him. Fuck.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby girl.” He tossed his head back in completely ecstasy.

You’re swirling your tongue around his tip so gently, stroking his length gradually. Never wanting to disappoint him, you take him in your mouth once more, continuing to swirl your tongue and you bob your head up and down at a leisurely pace.

Peter erupted a moan from his throat. “Such a sweet girl.. Keep going for me.” He breathes out.

Your free hand reaches for his balls to give extra stimulation. As you tug and pull on them, you decide to take his length deep inside your throat, choking on it slightly.

Peter’s hips thrust up, causing you to choke more. “Oh, my sweet baby. You’re doing so well.”

His large hands wrap around the sides of your head to hold it in place as he fucks your throat mercilessly, tears start to form at the corners of your eyes.

You can feel his veins pulsing on your tongue, he’s about to cum. At that moment, he pulls out. Mouth wide and eyes blown, you have this pouty look on your face.

“You wanted more, didn’t you sweetheart?” He says mockingly. You whine in desperation, the growing ache between your thighs doesn’t have time for waiting. Peter knows how much you need him, he can smell your arousal. It’s such a strong scent.

Peter’s face is painted with a smirk, eyes dark and low. He picks you up and places you on his lap, your beautiful tits in his face, his cock leaking pre-cum, right in front of your soaked cunt.

Looking up at you, Peter captures your swollen nipple in this mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Coaxed moans fall from your lips, the sounds you make he will never get tired of hearing. Releasing your right tit, he moves onto the left, swirling and sucking on it roughly, straining more moans out of you.

Peter reaches down to play with your clit, the action pulling moans and whines from your throat. You can barely keep still anymore, Peter’s cock right in front of your soaked cunt.

“Pete- I- Please- fuck me. I’m begging you..” The most strained begging you’ve ever done. Peter knows you so well, it’s sickening.

“You want me inside of you baby? Mmm. You sure?” Peter cooes at you. This is just adorable to him, already at edge and you haven’t even came once.

You nod quickly, Peter clicks his tongue.

“Oh, babydoll. You’re going to have to do better than that.” Peter pecks your lips before dipping his head into your neck to kiss it causing you to whimper in need. This is going to be a long night.

[bradleysass]

shatter - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 502

The night was heavy with warmth, the kind that blurred the edges of vision and made everything seem closer than it was. Somewhere outside the open windows, cicadas buzzed low and sleepy. Inside, Barty and Evan sat together — or rather, sprawled — across the velvet couch, half-drunk, half-something else they hadn't named yet.

Barty was twirling the stem of his wine glass between two fingers, swirling the dark red liquid around and around, hypnotized by the way it caught the low light. Evan was watching him — lazily, fondly, with that slight tilt of his mouth that made Barty's stomach coil too tightly.

The silence was long and comfortable. Until Evan spoke.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

The words landed so casually it took a second for Barty to process them. When he did, his fingers twitched — and the glass shattered in his hand with a sharp, crystalline crack. Wine bled over his fingers like blood.

"Fuck," Barty muttered, more to the glass than to Evan. He shook his hand out instinctively, pieces of glass tinkling to the floor. Evan was already moving, calm, graceful, like he always was — grabbing a cloth from the coffee table and kneeling in front of Barty.

"Don't move," Evan said, voice gentle. He took Barty’s hand, dabbing at it carefully, plucking out a tiny shard with the precision of someone who’d done this before.

Barty, uncharacteristically, stayed still.

"You didn’t answer me," Evan said after a beat, not looking up. His fingers brushed Barty’s wrist, feeling his frantic pulse. "You do. You say all sorts of things."

Barty laughed under his breath, bitter. "And what, you decided to listen in? Take notes?"

Evan shrugged, but there was a sharpness in his eyes when he finally glanced up. "Not everything you say is nonsense, Barty." His thumb pressed lightly to the heel of Barty's palm. "Sometimes you say my name."

The words hung between them, heavier than the humid air, heavier than anything Barty had ever tried not to feel.

He could have made a joke. Could have shrugged it off, sneered, said something cutting and cruel the way he always did when the truth got too close.

But Evan's hands were so careful on him. Evan was so still in a way Barty had never been. And in the end, Barty didn't say anything at all.

He let Evan finish cleaning his hand. He let Evan bandage him, even though the cuts were shallow and would have healed fine without it. He let Evan stay too close.

And when Evan finally leaned back, giving him space to breathe, Barty grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in — rough, desperate, like a man drowning.

The kiss was a mess. Of course it was. Wine on their tongues, blood on Barty’s fingers, something aching and enormous cracking open between their ribs.

Maybe Barty would still talk in his sleep tonight. Maybe he'd say Evan’s name again.

Maybe this time, he wouldn’t be ashamed of it.

[percyluvr]

luke castellan x child of ares!reader summary: luke sneaks into your cabin because he can't sleep without knowing that the two of you will be okay wc: 502

The sun was beating down on your back, intensifying the rage coursing through your body. You had spotted your boyfriend of 2 years, Luke Castellan, being mindlessly flirted with by some random all day, and he wasn't doing anything about it.

And while he wasn't flirting back, you found it just as bad. You knew it was stupid and you knew he technically wasn't doing anything wrong, but you couldn't help but be angry, it was just in your dna. Well, not technically in your DNA since the parent that you would've gotten the DNA from is a God, but the point still stands.

He had spotted you, shouting your name and telling you to wait up for him to accompany you to lunch, but you just sped up and ignored him.

The heat, as well as what you had just witnessed were both contributing to your building headache, which just pissed you off even more than you already were. Clearly, seeing your boyfriend basically cheat on you plus the disgusting sweltering heat were not a good combination for your already bad anger issues.

"Baby, wait up please! tell me what's wrong," Luke said worriedly. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Gee, Castellan, did you do something wrong? I couldn't imagine what the problem could be, oh wait, I can! Do you get off on humiliating me or something?" You ranted and stormed off, not wanting to hear another word from his mouth because if you did, you would probably punch his disgustingly handsome face, or his beauty would completely dismiss all of your anger and you would immediately forgive him, which you did not want to do.

"Hey, hey, princess, what did I do?"

"Oh for god's sake, don't act dumb. I'm done with your shit. Leave me alone from now on."

But he clearly could not take that as an answer, because later that night, when you were laying in bed trying not to cry, you heard a soft knock on the window and just knew that it was him. How could you stay mad at him when he was so damn sweet?

You begrudgingly open the window, finding his striking eyes and soft raven curls to be even more beautiful with the moonlight cascading around his features, making his cheekbones even more pronounced and sharpening his jaw even more so.

"Are we.. okay? I just want you to know that I was not flirting with that girl earlier, if that's what you're mad about. I'm really sorry that you even thought that, I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you, you know that, right?" He was rambling now, worried that he would lose you.

"Yes, Luke, we're okay. I know you didn't flirt with her, I was just mad and I don't really know why. I'm sorry for yelling at you in front of basically the whole camp and getting mad over nothing."

He smiled, making your heart flutter. He gave you a kiss and you both talked quietly into the night until you fell asleep in each other's arms, which was sure to be a surprise to your siblings when they woke up in the morning.

[forest-hashira]

for resident yuwuji lover @cruel-hiraeth. thought of this, then thought of you. hope you enjoy it 💜

read on ao3 | wc: 502 | cw: gender neutral reader (no pronouns), reader's having a bit of a rough time, pet names (he calls you 'baby' and 'angel'), ambiguous ages so imagine what you like, just yuji being a sweetheart & offering reader some comfort

You were tired. Exhausted, really, if you thought about it, though you tried your best not to. Everything was draining you, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had the energy or desire to do much of anything. Instead, you spent most of your time exactly as you were now: sitting by the window, knees hugged to your chest as you stared blankly out at the world. At least today the gloomy weather was closer to how you felt.

“Angel?” Yuji’s voice brought you out of your head a bit, though you didn’t move until you felt his warm hand on your back. “Having a rough day again?”

There was a brief moment where you considered lying to him, but you knew it was useless; he always knew when you were lying to him about things like this. “Yeah,” you whispered. “‘M so tired…”

He said nothing at first, just maneuvered himself to sit beside you, arm now wrapped around your shoulders and holding you close. When he rested his cheek against the top of your head, you found that you didn’t mind the pressure. It made you feel… loved, actually. It was nice. 

Silence settled over the two of you then, a bit heavy, but not uncomfortable. If you had to guess, Yuji was trying to come up with the right thing to say, though you had told him before that there wasn’t a right thing to say when you had times like these. It was nice to be comforted sometimes, sure, but every promise that things would be better soon, however well intentioned, always had you wanting to tear your hair out. 

Luckily for you, Yuji had always best been able to show his support in ways that didn’t need words. 

His calloused hand was gentle as he pulled you a bit closer into his side, his finger tracing featherlight circles on your shoulder. He lifted his head slightly from where he’d rested his cheek atop your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. There was another beat of silence, then a quiet, “Hey, baby?”

“Hm?”

“I was gonna make us some lunch. Why don’t you come sit in the kitchen with me?”

Your heart stuttered a bit, the deeper invitation in his words clear to you; he wouldn’t force you to talk about anything you didn’t want or weren’t ready to yet, but he wasn’t going to leave you to wallow all on your own. Blinking back tears, you gave him a slight nod. “You making your chicken meatballs?”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, “Yeah, I am. Makin’ ‘em to go with some udon noodles. Gloomy weather calls for comfort food.”

Tilting your head to look up at him, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Yuji was always a sight to behold, constellations of freckles sprinkled across his nose; sometimes it was hard to believe he was really yours.

“Yeah,” you agreed quietly. “I suppose it does.”

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[darling-im-wonderstruck]

sweet dreams.

synopsis : it was yet another sleepless night for you— peter, of course, wasn't going to allow that.

pairing : bf!peter parker x reader

wc : 502

warnings : nothing worth warning <3 unless you’re against tooth rotting fluff !!!!! it’s all FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF !! a comfort fic for my night owls out there who refuse to sleep (mutuals… go to bed)

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a/n : hi ! sooo this is a rewrite of an old one, i feel like this is an improvement so i’m pretty proud of that !!! <3 hope you guys enjoy this lil fic, it’ll bring you sm joy, i promise !!!! comments, asks, reblogs, are greatly all appreciated :)

brring! brring! brring!

a smile forms on your face as you look at your phone to see the caller id: ‘lovebug’ alongside a plethora of heart emojis. you always loved hearing from him, no matter the context, and of course you would never complain. only question was, why exactly was he calling you at 3 a.m. in the morning? 

“pete?” you answer, turning on your camera. your hair is an absolute mess, but you hardly care at this point. besides, it was peter you were talking to, he thought you were beautiful no matter how you looked.

“hi gorgeous.” just as expected. he’s predictable like that.

“my hair’s a mess, pete.” you chuckle, trying to fix it as much as you possibly could.

“i think it makes you look cute.” he’s grinning sweetly, only to see you roll your eyes in response.

“whaaaat? it’s true!”

“yeah, right.” you respond, the sarcasm clear in your voice.

“i’m serious.” his tone deepens, though it’s paired with an odd look— one that you assume was supposed to be an intimidating scowl, but it just made him look utterly adorable.

“you’re the cute one.” his grin only widens at your compliment.

“thanks, but i already know that.” he flips his (imaginary) hair, making you giggle. he can’t help but do the same once he hears you.

“anyways, why’d you call?” you ask.

“well, i swung past your window on the way home from patrol and i noticed that you weren’t asleep yet,” he pouts. oh. “i wanted to tell you to go to bed, you know you need it.”

“technically, i’m already in bed,” you quip, lying down to prove a point. he could only roll his eyes in response.

“i meant sleep, missy.” his voice was slightly stern, mimicking a mother’s voice.

“no, thank you.” you grin cheekily, though you talk in the same tone as he did, he sighs in disappointment.

“please!” he’s pleading now, using your known weakness, his ‘puppy eyes’. clearly, that wasn’t fair.

“i’m busy though!” no you weren’t, you were simply watching tv all night, or at least you were planning to.

“lovie, you’ve gotta get your beauty sleep.” he’s serious this time. you just looked at him and pouted, you did not want to sleep, despite the fact that your eyelids were beginning to feel heavier by the second.

“hm, okay, i’ll make you a deal.” that piqued your interest.

“okay, tell me.” you lean closer to your phone, peter notices that he’s got your full attention.

“maybe i could swing over for a sleepover?” he suggests, the smile on his face never leaving, “we could cuddle? i know you love those.” that was a well known fact between the two of you, it was also peter’s way to get you to fall asleep, a method that never fails.

“hm,” you mulled over the offer, but peter knew what you’d say, “okay, deal.” you say dryly in an attempt to mask your excitement.

“alright, beautiful, be there in ten.”

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Castiel Winchester (Destiel)

Summary: After a gruelling hunt, Dean proposes to Castiel.

Warnings: fluff

WC: 502

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The battle had been nothing short of brutal. Blood, sweat, and the acrid scent of burning flesh lingered in the air as Dean Winchester surveyed the carnage. The nest had been bigger than they expected—too many vamps, too many close calls. But they’d won. Barely.

Sam stood a few feet away, leaning against a tree, breathing heavily. Jack, bruised but triumphant, had his angel blade still gripped tightly in his hand. And Castiel—Cas was covered in grime and blood, some of it his own, but mostly from the monsters they'd taken down together.

Dean ran a hand through his damp hair, adrenaline still thrumming through his veins. This wasn’t how he’d planned it. Hell, he hadn’t really planned it at all. But looking at Cas—tired, fierce, and so damn alive—something clicked into place.

“Cas,” Dean called, stepping forward.

Cas turned, blue eyes locking onto Dean’s, concern flickering over his face. “Are you hurt?”

Dean huffed out a breath. “Not exactly.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, fingers closing around the small ring he’d carried for weeks now. It was stupid. It was reckless. But then again, wasn’t that their whole damn story?

Dean dropped to one knee.

Sam made a choking noise, and Jack gasped, his face breaking into a wide, delighted grin.

Cas’ brow furrowed. “Dean, what are you—?”

“Look, I know this ain't the most romantic setting. Hell, it’s probably the worst. We’re standing in a graveyard of things we just put down, I got vamp guts on my boots, and I probably smell like a damn barbecue.” He exhaled, his heart hammering harder than it had during the fight. “But I don’t care. I’ve wasted enough time, Cas.”

Dean opened his hand, revealing the ring. Simple, silver, but solid. Like them.

“You’ve been with me through everything. Every fight, every loss, every stupid mistake I’ve made. And you still stuck around. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I ain’t letting you go.” Dean swallowed, forcing himself to keep his voice steady. “So, what do you say? Stick around for good? Marry me?”

The silence stretched, thick with exhaustion and something deeper—something unbreakable. Cas looked at the ring, then at Dean, then at the ring again. His lips parted, and for the first time in a long time, Dean saw something like wonder in his eyes.

“Yes,” Cas said, voice steady and sure.

Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He stood, slipping the ring onto Cas’ finger, his own hands trembling just slightly.

Jack whooped, clapping his hands together, and Sam just shook his head, that half-smile on his face that meant he wasn’t entirely surprised.

Dean grinned, relief and something damn near joy bubbling in his chest. “Guess that makes me the luckiest bastard alive.”

Cas tilted his head, considering. “Yes. I believe it does.”

And then, covered in blood and standing in the middle of a battlefield, Dean Winchester kissed his fiancé.

[jellychee]

“and there was something about you that now I can't remember.”

╰┈➤ sae itoshi x reader

╰┈➤ wc: 502

🎧: about you - the 1970

You’re soaked by the time you push open the door to the tiny restaurant, your backpack sagging from the weight of your laptop, charger, and the pressure of group work that you ended up doing alone. The air inside is warm and thick with the smell of miso and grilled meat. It’s a welcome contrast to the icy rain outside, which is still falling in sheets against the windows.

You don’t even have the energy to complain anymore. Not about your group mates who barely replied to texts, not about the professor who probably won’t notice you carried the entire project on your back, and definitely not about the university buses that decided to stop running the one day you stayed late. You find a corner booth, slide into it, and let out a sigh that feels like it’s been sitting in your lungs all week.

You order something hot and filling without really reading the menu. When the waiter walks away, your eyes drift up to the TV bolted to the wall above the counter. A live soccer match is playing. You wouldn’t normally care, but a familiar name flashes across the screen in bold text: SAE ITOSHI.

Your stomach tightens a little.

He’s everywhere now— on magazine covers, in commercials, hailed as a genius midfielder taking the world by storm. The announcer’s voice is excited, borderline reverent, as Sae weaves past defenders with that same quiet grace you remember from long ago.

You barely recognize him sometimes. His face has grown sharper, more serious, like someone who’s lived a hundred lifetimes since you last saw him. But every now and then, like when he tilts his head after making a perfect pass, or when his eyes flick up just before a play, you see the boy who used to sit next to you in class, pencil twirling in his hand, half-listening to the teacher while scribbling soccer plays in the margins of his notebook.

You remember the afternoons spent on the playground, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about how he got scouted to play for the ReAl youth team in Spain. He promised he’d come back one day. But then thirteen came, and with it a goodbye that was too quick. You tried to be happy for him. You really did.

The food arrives. You eat slowly, half-watching the screen, half-lost in thoughts about what could’ve been. You wonder if he remembers you the way you remember him. Warm light pouring through the trees, the scent of chalk and grass, your laugh echoing across a quiet field after school.

Outside, the rain keeps falling. Inside, Sae scores. The crowd on screen erupts. You watch his teammates crowd around him, patting his back and shouting his name with smiles of triumph plastered on their faces. Sae stands in the middle, calm and cool, like he was always meant to be something more.

And for just a moment, you let yourself pretend that he still thinks of you too.

[socgf]

chapter 5 - half-truths and headlights (a little bonus chapter !!!!)

in which ... rosie has to tell darry where she's been all night and thanks god dally's a great liar.

dallas winston x curtis sister ! oc

wc: 502

warnings: none!

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when we make our way up the porch stairs, i’m a nervous wreck, but dally’s fallen effortlessly into his typical swagger. he doesn’t give a second thought before barging in the front door, not that he ever gives a second thought before doing anything. and though i know darry can always see right through me when i lie, you’d only notice that my lipstick is smudged and my hair is messed up in the back if you were really looking.

darry’s reading a book on the couch, eyes heavy, and startles at the sound of the door. when he sees dally sauntering in before me, his entire body tenses like he’s ready for a fight. but before he can open his mouth-

“listen, darrel. all rosie was doin’ was her job and i came in loaded. had to sober me up, get me home so she wouldn’t get in trouble at work, and all.” he pauses. “i’ll tell you, ya got a real fuckin’ square as a sister.”

he’s really selling it, still slurring his words ever so slightly and grumbling like i ruined his fun. i silently bless him for doing the talking.

“that true, rosie?” darry’s anger slowly shifts into reluctant acceptance, but i have to finish the job.

i nod. “i couldn’t just leave him there, dar. i figured taking him to buck’s would just be worse.”

darry sighs, running his hand through his hair like our dad used to do, though he looked more tired than strict. “c’mon rosie, it’s late. get to bed, yeah?”

and i nod carefully, but i don’t want to go upstairs just yet.

then he turns to dally, keeping his tone firm. “you good to drive back now, winston? you know you can crash here.”

dally shifts his weight and i can see the slightest flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “nah. always am.”

darry just nods, a quiet truce passing between them.

dally catches my eye one last time before he’s heading out the front door, a look that says everything we didn’t say back in his thunderbird. but then he’s gone and it’s silent again.

darry hesitates for a moment, and softens his tone now. “you know you can talk to me, right? if he ever…” 

“i know, dar. don’t worry about me, i’m alright.”

“you’re tough, peach. but you’re gonna give me damn gray hairs, worryin’ bout you.”

and i feel like the worst sister in the world lying to him, and i silently swear to myself that i wouldn’t ever let dallas winston talk me into causing trouble again. though, as soon as that thought passes in my head, i kind of know it’s bullshit.

“love you dar. good night.”

i’m heading towards the stairs, and he’s closing up his book on the couch.

“love you too, peach.”

and as i settle back under my covers, i try really hard to forget the taste of rum and winstons on my lips, but i fall asleep with the image of one person on my mind.

a.n. this is very short and tiny and idk how convenient it is posting a multi part series on tumblr maybe i'll move to ao3. idk. i have like 10 more chapters left in my mind haha

also i feel bad tagging yall bc idk if u wanna be tagged for EVERY chapter so. sorry for spamming.

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