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[literalite]

Since my reblog pushed it over, i felt the need to inform you lol

NICE

#690 next right #ask #reply #morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

[yokelfelonking]

Post 9/11 Trivia

Most folks on this site were either children on September 11, 2001, or weren’t even born yet.  But America went crazy for about a year afterwards.  Here’s some highlights that I remember that might not be in your history books:

There was national discussion on whether or not Halloween should be canceled because…fuck if I know why.  After planes crashed into buildings in NYC it follows that 6-year-olds in Iowa shouldn’t be allowed to dress up like Batman and ask their neighbors for candy, I guess.  (Halloween wasn’t canceled, by the way.)

On a similar note, people asked if comedy - any sort of comedy - was appropriate anymore, ever.

People sold shitty parachutes to suckers “in case your building gets attacked and you have to jump out the window.” There were honest-to-God news reports warning people not to jump out of the window with shitty mail-order parachutes because they wouldn't work.

As a follow-up to the attacks, someone mailed anthrax to some prominent politicians and news anchors - you know, famous people - along with some badly-written notes about “you cannot stop us, death to America, Allah is good” and after that every time some random dumbass found a package in the mail they didn’t recognize they thought that the terrorists were targeting them, too.

Everyone was similarly convinced that their town was going to be the next target, even if they were a little town in the middle of nowhere. "Our town of Bumblefuck, South Dakota (population 690) has the largest styrofoam pig statue west of the Mississippi! Terrorists might fly planes into that too! It's a prime target!"

People started taping up their windows and trying to make their houses or apartments airtight out of fear of chemical and biological attacks. There were news reports warning people that turning your house into an airtight box was a bad idea because, y'know, you need air to breathe.

"[X] supports terrorism!" and “if we do [X], the terrorists win!” were used as arguments for everything.  "Some rich Arab you never heard of donated to his organization that backs Hamas which backs al-Queda, and also owns stock in a holding company that has partial ownership of the Pringles company, so if you eat Pringles you're supporting terrorism!" "The terrorists want to tear down our freedoms and our way of life and rule us through fear! Eating what you want is one of our freedoms as Americans! If you're afraid to eat Pringles, the terrorists win!" (I promise you that this sort of argument is in no way hyperbole.) (This argument is how Halloween was saved, by the way.  “If we cancel Halloween, the terrorists win!”)

People worked 9/11 into everything, and I mean everything, whether it was appropriate or not.  If you went to the grocery store the tortilla chips would remind you to support the troops on the packaging. Used car sales would be dedicated to our brave first responders. You couldn't wipe your ass without the toilet paper rolls reminding you to never forget the fallen of 9/11, and again, this is not hyperbole. My uncle, who lived in Ohio and had never been to New York except to visit once in the 70′s, died of a stroke about 8 months after 9/11, and the priest brought up the attacks at the eulogy.

On a similar local note, on the day of 9/11, after the towers went down, gas stations in my home town immediately jacked up gas prices.  The mayor had the cops go around and force them to take them back down.  I doubt any of that was legal.

Before 9/11, Christianity in America - and religion in general - was on a downward swing, with reddit-tier atheism on the upswing. Religion was outdated superstition from a bygone age. The day after 9/11? Every single church was PACKED. (This wasn't a bad thing, but the power-hungry on the Evangelical Right saw this as a golden opportunity to grab power and influence.)

EDIT: By Popular Demand - Freedom Fries. I initially left these off because they came a couple years after the initial panic and most people thought they were kind of absurd (and I don't recall anyone really going along with it other than maybe some local diners here and there). France didn't want to get involved in our world policing so some folks were like "TRAITORS!" and wanted to call french fries "Freedom Fries" instead, so as to stick it to the French.

Besides dumb shit like that…it’s really hard to overstate how completely the national mood and character changed in the span of a day, or how much of the current culture war is a result of the aftermath. (9/11 was the impetus for the sharp rise in power of the Evangelical Right, who made themselves utterly odious and the following backlash helped the rise of the current Progressive Left, for instance.)

#9/11 #9-11 #september 11 #september 11 2001 #world trade center

[bunji-enthusiast]

Actively chewing on the stories

This is so good, any chance there'd be small drabble of Dogday and/or Catnap cuddling with reader who snuck in after hours

NO RUSH TO WORK OF COURSE TAKE YOUR TIME FRIEND

After Hours

Note || finally got this one, adorable request <3

WC || 690

DogDay –

By no means were you entirely an affectionate person, but you craved attention from time to time. Only someone in particular could fulfill your kind of need, you only wanted to cuddle DogDay. He was a positive boy, a beaming dog of joy. Always ready to help children and his friends alike, but you wonder if he was willing to comply with your cuddly needs.

You just didn’t want to be alone and by yourself, so you snuck in after hours, after everyone was gone and went to DogDay.

You tapped on his shoulder, as he appeared to be asleep. The sunny dog jostled at your sudden appearance, “A-angel?” He took a deep breath, holding a large paw to his fluffy chest as he did so. You smiled awkwardly and stood on the balls of your feet, waiting for him to get adjusted to your sudden appearance. 

“So.. hi DogDay.” You nervously spoke, as if there was an undercurrent of giggly nervousness hinted about in your voice. You didn’t know what to say next, so DogDay had finally spoken in return.

“Sweetheart, why are you here? Everyone’s out and done for the day.” DogDay spoke with an inquisitive mind, sitting down once more as he settled into the ambience. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, finding it ridiculous that you had even gone through with this anyhow. Making him uncomfortable was the last thing you wanted to do. Oh why did you think about doing this? You were practically breaking rules, but you wanted to feel selfish just this once. 

You crossed your arms, to feel smaller when you truly finally spoke. “I just wanted to cuddle with you.. Please?”

He huffed with a knowing sigh, motioning for you to come forward and situate yourself upon his body. You squealed with a happy tone, finding victory in this small action. You immediately curled up against him, wasting no time to find yourself to be comfortable. DogDay was warm and smelled obviously of vanilla, it was reassuring, and it helped you to sleep.

DogDay was inebriated, surprised at most at your bold yet shy defiance of the usual employee regulations. But admittedly, he had grown fond of you in ways he hadn’t felt for others, so many and just maybe he can allow himself to feel this nice alongside you. 

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

CatNap –

He was sleepy, but unfortunately a huge insomniac at times. CatNap was huge and large, perfect for cuddling, especially staying comfortable and warm. If one wants a good sleep, you can always rely on this giant kitty.

Right now, you just wanted to cuddle CatNap. He was far too adorable and lonely.

Staying back and working overtime isn’t entirely one of your favorite things to do, but you had only agreed to it for purely the fact you can see CatNap. Perhaps request some nuzzles or even cuddles, which was a current goal of yours. You simply adored the sweet kitty, quiet and unethical he may be at times, but you believed he had real good intentions.

You get startled upon feeling a fuzzy sensation brush across your back, you look back to see CatNap in his usual position, not unusual to see the kitty napping quite a lot of the time.

A groan escapes you as you lay back against the leather office chair. You set down the papers with harsh finality, and got up, resuming to join CatNap in his sleep. You were cold and needed a furry someone, that one in particular was him right now.

You just hoped he didn’t mind your sudden audacious presence, you were far too tired to care about the repercussions anyway. Laying down against him, you close your eyes with a content sigh. Feeling yourself drift away to the edge of sleep soon enough.

CatNap was astonished at your sudden change of pace, he relaxed soon enough and laid back down to where he had been before, his tail lazily dragging over and laying on top of you. He had made sure you were comfortable in your position before he went back to sleep himself. 

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #x reader #catnap poppy playtime #dogday poppy playtime #dogday x reader #poppy playtime dogday #catnap

[writingpastmybedtime]

Happy Accident

Pairing: mob!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky and his daughter decide to paint together, but what happens when the little one retells her dream to her dad a little bit too enthusiastically?

Word Count: 690, I know it's short, but I really wanna start writing more about mob!Bucky and his family.

Warnings: None.

Request: Yes.

It had been raining heavily throughout the day, which ruined Bucky’s and his daughter’s plans to go to an amusement park that had just opened up in town. He sighed, looking at his little girl, who was currently slightly snoring, and started thinking of other fun things to do. He suddenly looked towards his daughter’s desk, when a great idea came to him.

Taking out the different coloured paints and a few pieces of paper, he sat on the floor, placing everything neatly next to him. 

“Daddy?”

Bucky glanced at his baby girl, who had just woken up from her slumber. 

“Hey there, little one,” he said, walking towards her and picking the little one up. “How’d you sleep?” 

She hugged Bucky and yawned, obviously still in the middle of waking up. Bucky chuckled and placed her on the floor, next to the paints and brushes. 

His little girl meant everything to him. She was his pride and joy, and he had hired more than enough security in and out of the house the moment he first laid eyes on her. 

The little one smiled up at him and like always Bucky was mesmerised by how someone could look so perfect.

Well besides his wife, who the little one looked like more with each day that passed. He smiled at the thought. Thankful that the world, even though cruel at times, had blessed him with a loving headstrong wife and an adorable daughter, who he could spoil till the end of time.

“Oh, are you going to paint with me?” The little girl squealed, as Bucky nodded.

She automatically turned more zealous, pushing a brush into the blue paint, and drawing a random line on the paper. 

“You know, Daddy,” she began, whilst adding more haphazard objects to the painting, her brushstrokes becoming more erratic by the second, “I had a really funny dream.” Bucky watched his little child in awe, listening attentively to her story, and at the same time doodling an obnoxiously fat cat on a separate paper.

“You were battling a big dragon, who was trying to steal Mummy.” She continued her story, taking hold of the small container for the blue colour. 

“You had this big sword and then you pushed it into the dragon's stomach-” She suddenly jumped up in enthusiasm, making the blue paint in the container fall straight onto Bucky. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” The little girl said, trying to hold back her laughter, but failing. Bucky was speechless, looking at his hands and clothes, which were all blue due to the incident. 

“You two look like you’re having fun,” Y/N spoke, looking at the mess in front of her. If only Bucky’s employees could see their mob boss right now, covered in blue paint from head to toe and looking completely helpless. Y/N tilted her head and smiled at the sight of her dear husband.

‘Mummy,’ the little child squealed and ran up to her mum. “I accidentally spilled the blue paint on Daddy, but I didn’t mean to, I swear.” Y/N laughed, looking at Bucky, who was still trying to comprehend what had happened, albeit with an amused expression appearing on his face. Y/N lowered herself to come face to face with her daughter and kissed her on the cheek.

“Go to the kitchen, sweetie, I brought ice cream,” Y/N instructed the little one, who smiled widely and ran off towards the promised dessert. Y/N took another glance at Bucky, who was now laughing uncontrollably, looking at himself through the mirror on the wall. 

“I look like a smurf,” he smiled, looking at Y/N, who just shook her head at him. 

“And to think I married an idiot,” she said to the man who was now walking up to her. 

“You could be a smurf too, you know.” 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, but before she could understand what he had meant, Bucky had already pressed his lips on hers, pulling her as close as he could. 

Just to make sure, she’d be stained with the blue paint as thoroughly as possible.

#bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes fic #mob!bucky x reader #bucky x reader

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // december 7 // prompt: beloved // words: 690

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses to join together these two people in Holy Matrimony.”

James hears the officiant talk, faintly, but the buzzing in his ears is steadily getting louder until it’s all he hears. His heart thuds so loudly that he’s surprised Remus can’t hear it where he’s next to Sirius on the first row, because that’s where the groom’s family usually sits.

He drags his sweaty palms along his thighs. The fabric of the trousers feels far too expensive to be used to dry his clammy hands.

“If anyone objects to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” The words register with a startling clarity. James blinks, eyes trained on Regulus.

Regulus, with eyes the shade of almost winter, but still so warm. Regulus, with his sharp gaze and sharp tongue, but always softening under James’ hands. Regulus, from his nightmares and his daydreams and his wildest fantasies.

Regulus, who is standing at the front of the room, calmly skipping over James as he looks out at his guests. Regulus, who is standing next to his fiancée.

And the girl is lovely, James is sure, but the main issue is that she isn’t him. Because it should be James up by the altar, hand in hand with Regulus, tears in his eyes as he reads him his vows. As he promises to love and cherish him until the end of time.

“I—”

All heads swivel to face him, jolting James into standing up. He hadn’t meant to speak, really. Had resigned himself to watching Regulus get married to someone else and get drunk at the reception until his knees found tiled floor and his head ended up in the toilet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” But didn’t he? In for a penny, in for a pound, or whatever. “I didn’t mean to do this now, here, in the middle of your wedding, and I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do this.”

“James,” Sirius hisses. James sees how he moves to stand from his periphery, but is sharply tugged down again by Remus.

“I love you, Regulus. I love you on Sunday mornings, before you've had your coffee and you can barely string a sentence together. I love you when you're drunk and when you're sober and when you're mean. God, I love when you're mean,” he says on a laugh, “because it means you're being yourself. And I'm so tired of thinking of reasons for why I love you. I just do. I don't love you because. I don't love you despite, or until. I love you. Plain and simple. And I know that last time we spoke you said nothing about this is simple, but it is to me.”

James thinks he might have sweated through his shirt and his jacket by the time he's done speaking. His hands are shaking, knees weak.

Regulus stares at him, mouth agape and eyes watery. “I'm sorry,” he says and James dies a little.

Embarrassment and shame settle in his stomach so rapidly he thinks he might be sick, right here down the aisle. He hopes Regulus doesn't slip on it when he walks his wife down it in a few minutes. Wonders if they'll have to step over his prone body.

But then Regulus says, “Really, I— I'm so sorry.” And then he's running. To James. Grabbing his hand and running some more, straight for the door.

James isn't sure how long or far they run, even thinks he could keep running until they reach tomorrow, but Regulus pulls them to a stop eventually.

And then he's being kissed, like the air in his lungs is the only thing keeping Regulus alive and James quite agrees because he thinks he still might die if Regulus pulls away. Thinks he could sustain himself forever on the taste of Regulus' tongue, and the feeling of Regulus' hands in his hair and of Regulus' skin under his.

“You're ridiculous, James Potter,” Regulus says, punched out and breathless, lips slick and bitten.

“And you're beautiful, Regulus Black. Marry me.”

#wedding time!! #alexa play that should be me by justin bieber #not relevant to the plot but i just know james looks so good in a suit #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #my writing #mil's microfics

[avastrasposts]

Frankie to the rescue

A Frankie Morales drabble inspired by @secretelephanttattoo who suggested that "Frankie welcomes you home after a long day of travel...."

Written in half an hour after a long day of travel so any mistakes should be ignored. Also, I had no suitable Frankie coded pic to use so if anyone has a suggestion, please link me and I'll update the post! Thanks to @secretelephanttattoo for finding the perfect pic in five seconds flat!

Word count: 690

(and what do you know, i can write short stuff too!)

You groan as you watch the conveyor belt slow down and come to a halt. Two bags remain, none of them yours. An eleven day business trip, a fourteen hour flight back home from Japan, delayed of course, and your luggage is a no-show. The lost luggage counter is mercifully open despite the late hour but it takes the bored attendant an extraordinarily long time to fill in your claim and give you a case number. Or maybe it just feels extraordinarily long when you’ve been on the go since you left your hotel in Tokyo over twenty four hours ago. All you want is to get home and take a long shower and sink down into your own bed, next to your own Frankie. 

Frankie…soft brown eyes, even softer brown curls, warm smile and large hands that always seem to find exactly the right spot on your body for whatever you need. He’s waiting at home, probably in bed already at this late hour, but you know he’ll wake up the second you put your key in the lock. He’ll come padding through the house in his boxers, let you shrug your coat off and then envelop you in his long arms. You know what he’ll smell like as you press your nose against the warm skin on his broad chest, clean cotton, rich wood and that apple scented fabric softener he always buys. 

You tuck the receipt for your poor lost luggage into your shoulder bag and start heading towards the exit. Passport control waves you through, thank god for your citizenship, customs is empty at this hour and you stagger, bleary eyed, into the arrivals hall. There should be a driver waiting for you, company perk, and you just hope he’s still there after the delay. But none of the waiting drivers in their neat uniforms hold a sign with your name and you groan again and pull up your phone to see if you can get an Uber. 

“Ma’am, your car is this way,” the man behind you bends unnecessarily close to your ear and you almost drop your phone. An arm comes out to steady you, hooking around your waist and pulling you close. You’re just about to shove him away with a shout when his warm eyes find yours, his patchy beard a little bit neater and trimmed since you left, lips already close to yours, half pulled up in a smile, ready to kiss you. 

“Frankie…” you sigh and his lips find yours, soft, warm and tender as they press against you, parting slightly to taste you under his tongue. It’s his long arms around your waist, one palm sliding up your back to hold you close against him as you wrap your own arms around his neck, finding those soft curls under the edge of his ball cap. 

“Vida mía,” he mumbles, pulling back a little to lean his forehead against yours, “I missed you so much, I told your PA I’d pick you up instead of the driver, couldn’t be away from you for a minute longer.” 

“I missed you too, Frankie, my love, so much,” you whisper, trying to take in all of him as the late night airport bustle fades around you. His hands are warm through your coat, his breath smells of cinnamon gum and coffee and his arms around your back hold you so tight that you’re on your toes, reaching up, melting into him. 

“Let me take you home, mi amor,” he slides his hand down and takes yours, “and show you how much I missed you.” His lips slip down from your lips, down over your jaw, the bill of his cap making you tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. He nuzzles into the crook of it, his mouth tasting the warm skin, teeth biting just a little, making heat rush through you as soft moans slip out from your both. His fingers tighten his grip around your hand and he pulls away a little, tugging you with him towards his truck.. 

“Now,” he growls, his eyes suddenly dark and needy. 

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales fanfic

[gunnerfc]

❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 24 - Lia Wälti ❄️

Lia Wälti x Reader (Arsenal & England) | WC: 690

Dec. 24 prompt - NYE kiss

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were thrilled to be ringing in the New Year in Switzerland with Lia, having spent Christmas back in England with your family. The two of you had spent the day helping her family set up for a small NYE party, the two of you were on decoration set up.

As you spent the day setting up, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the past year. Sure you were proud of all you accomplished with Arsenal and England, but some of your happiest moments came from spending time with Lia, on and off the pitch. The two of you had gotten closer after her breakup with Caitlin and it eventually turned into a budding relationship.

As you were getting ready in the bathroom, you had just finished getting dressed when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrap around you. Lia’s chin was resting on your shoulder when you looked up and made eye contact with her through the mirror. You gave her a quick smile before turning around in her arms and pulling her into a heated kiss, pouring all your love for the midfielder into it.

“What was that for?” your girlfriend purred against your lips, her hands tightening around your waist.

“Just because,” you spoke softly, giving her one more quick kiss before pulling away.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard Lia’s sister calling her downstairs. Lia rolled her eyes but the smile on her face told she wasn’t upset.

“Gehen (go), I'll see you later.” you smiled, pushing her lightly towards the door.

You laughed as she blew you a quick kiss before disappearing to help her sister. You finished everything you needed to be ready before heading downstairs to offer your assistance to help finish setting up before people started arriving.

The NYE party was in full swing and with about six minutes before the clock struck midnight, January 1st, you couldn’t find your girlfriend. You went room to room, having no luck before venturing outside, and finding Lia sitting on a lawn bench looking up at the moon.

“You’re missing the party, you know?” you joked, taking a seat next to her.

Lia didn’t say anything but you could see her smile as she stared upward. Neither of you spoke, happy to sit in a comfortable silence. It was Lia’s turn to think back on the past year, beyond grateful for you and the relationship you’ve started.

Your eyes stayed locked on your girlfriend, not moving even when she turned to look at you. You could see a light blush on her face, the moonlight hitting her face just right. You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting out there but you could hear the loud countdown of “10 to 1” from where you were sitting.

Ten

“I’m so thankful for you, y/n.” Lia blushed, eyes full of love.

Nine

“I can’t wait to see what next year has for us.” you hummed, your eyes reflecting the same amount of love as hers.

Eight

The two of you moved slightly closer on the bench, Lia’s hand resting on top of yours that was sitting on the bench.

Seven

The quietness around the two was comforting, allowing you both to revel in how in love with the other you were.

Six

You were beyond grateful for the things that happened throughout the year, thankful that had led you here to Switzerland to celebrate with Lia.

Five

You and Lia moved closer on the bench the two of you shared. You had stopped listening to the countdown happening inside, reaching your hand towards Lia’s cheek and resting your forehead against hers.

“I love you, so much.” you purred, eyes falling closed.

“I love you, too.” Lia’s voice was quiet, not wanting to disrupt the quietness surrounding you.

You both leaned in at the same time, lips connecting in a heated kiss. You could barely make up a loud cheer of “ONE!” followed by even louder cheers for the new year. You were more focused on Lia at the moment, making sure she could feel every ounce of your love with this kiss.

#woso x reader #woso #awfc x reader #lia wälti x reader #lia wälti #arsenal wfc x reader

[creative-heart]

hello ! i didn’t know that you were taking requests omg i would have spam you sooner. i don’t know if you have seen enzo’s last ig story in snow but ommmg if you could write a fluffy request based on that story

like reader wakes up and she doesn’t find him, she just found a little note that he went walking into the forest so she goes back to sleep and when she wakes up after, she opens her insta and found his ig story. immediately she tells him to come back in their apartment bc she’s terribly afraid he might get lost in the snow or catch a big cold

he’s like no never im strong and i survived lsdln lmfao but when he comes back even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s completely frozen and he starts to sneeze and he’s starting to be really sick so reader has to pamper him 🥺🥺 warm a hot bath for him, prepare a soup or a tea, put him in bed.

like i just imagine them being in bed after he supplied her to stay in bed and reader telling him next time stop playing enzo the snow king bc look at you right now baby you have fever and you’re hiding inside my sweater 😭 and him still doesn’t want to admit that he took a big risk for his health, being like « who told u i’m not faking being sick just to sleep under you pullover next to your/my 🍒 » 🤭🤭

okay my imagination might be too big lol

Lucia’s Notes: I love this request dear nonnie, because I feel like he’d be like a little boy when sick. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

Content Warning: I don’t think there are any warnings, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 690

"Winter's warmth"| Enzo Vogrincic

You wake up when the lack of Enzo’s warm body against yours hits you like a ton of bricks and turn around looking for him curling more into the blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the outside world. As you look around you find a little note on his bedside table and grab it to read it “Morning honey, woke up early and decided to take a stroll around the woods, love you xo. En” You look out the window and see the clouded snowy picture burying yourself back into your blankets and going back to sleep.

An hour or so later, you finally open your eyes and grab your phone to start roaming all the social media and messages you might have missed. When you finally fall onto Instagram Enzo’s story is the first one up there, you click on it to see what your fugitive boyfriend’s been up to while you slept in. One look at his snow-covered hair is enough to make you shoot up on the bed sitting up hastily calling this crazy man you call yours. As soon as you hear the click on the line of the call being picked up you say “Enzo Vogrincic Roldan, what the fuck are you doing out there with this snowstorm!? You’re gonna get sick, you could get lost even!” the tone of your voice rising in alarm at the thought of your boyfriend wandering too far from the apartment you rented for your holiday and not being able to find his way back safely. 

You hear his low melodious lazy laugh on the other end of the call “Good morning to you too chiquita, don’t worry about it, I’m not far and I’ve figured out how to get back, and as to getting sick, I would never, I survived filming La sociedad, remember? I’m immune to cold” You roll your eyes at his stupid bravado “Don’t roll your eyes baby, I’m fine, I’ll be there soon with some pastries for breakfast, you get some coffee started, will you?” you sigh getting up “just come back love”. As you hang up you get up putting on one of his sweaters that are just lying around the room before heading to the kitchen smiling at the fireplace in the living room. Just as you’re pouring the mugs of hot coffee Enzo walks into the apartment ruffling the snow off his long raven-colored locks and trying to muffle a sneeze so you won’t hear it. You shoot around as he’s failed to conceal it from you. “I’m just fine babe, don’t look at me like that” Enzo retorts to your arched brow.

Later on that day you can see him shivering and sneezing more frequently and look at him “Ok, that’s it, you’re coming down with a cold love, I’ll draw you a warm bath and make you some tea with honey for when you get out” And he knows by the look on your face to better not argue it and nods softly “thank you love”. 

Once he’s out of the bath and you’re both cuddled in bed with your tea mugs as you play with his unruly locks absentmindedly you whisper “Now, could you stop playing Enzo king in the north and not go out in the snow next time? look how you’re feeling now, you have a fever, you’re even hiding in my sweater like a little kitten” you kiss his forehead to check if the paracetamol you gave him has started working yet. He shoots his face up to look at you, glossy eyes trying to look offended by what you said, “But I’m not sick baby, I just enjoy cuddling my girlfriend and snuggling away on my…sorry, your boobs”. You laugh at his silly statement and nod softly “I’m sure that’s it baby”. You keep playing with his hair seeing him slowly drift off to sleep as you admire his peaceful features tracing his nose lightly with your finger and smiling to yourself wondering how you ever got so lucky to get to share your life with a man such as this.

P.S: This was just adorable to write, I had the silliest smile on the whole time. I really hope you enjoyed it.

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[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - han hyeongjun

☆彡 EEEEEEKK it’s Jun Han time! :D 🩷

word count: 690 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: YouTube like is safe!!, all caps, (Hyeongjun’s) insecurities mentioned, eating mentioned, I love him, not proofread, lmk if I missed something

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obviously, I have a lot to say

here we go

first things first, Hyeongjun shows you how he loves you instead of telling you

there was some radio interview they did one time where the other members said he doesn’t say “I love you much”

so he makes sure to physically show his appreciation for you

what’s that? you were stressed from your workload? Hyeongjun made you dinner and cleaned up your place while you were out

you’re feeling nervous about a big job interview? he got you flowers to wish you good luck

stuff like that

I also feel like someone somewhere said that Hyeongjun is really good with dates?

idk maybe I’m gaslighting myself into thinking that

but he never never forgets anything!

birthdays, anniversaries, important events- he’s there

I also think a lot about the one Knock Down Debate that they did where Hyeongjun yelled at the others because they never pick up their phones when he calls them

so hey, at least he’s good at communication in that aspect

I don’t think Hyeongjun is one for pet names

I literally cannot picture him calling someone a pet name, but I could easily be wrong

if he did I feel like they would be simple

“honey”

“love”

“sweetie”

short and sweet stuff

he gets flustered easily if you call him something though!

I feel like it would be really easy to fluster him

STOOOPP imagine Hyeongjun meeting your pets

forget about your family- let this man meet your cat

okay but fr this man is sweating buckets meeting your family

he’s afraid that they would think he’s too quiet or too boring :(

but once they get to know him and once he warms up to them that’s obviously not true!

I mean, come on, look at the way that man can shred on the guitar. there is not a boring bone in his body

he’s a kiss on the cheek typa guy

no big fancy gestures

just something cute, simple, and sweet

he actually doesn’t strike me as a big gesture guy at all?

no wait let me explain

let me cook

not big on PDA, not the best with words, and he wouldn’t feel like his acts of kindness are very big

like, he let you hold on to kkito while he was away for a few days so you wouldn’t miss him- why are you crying?

ugh I wanna squeeze him :(

he will come to you with any sort of problem no matter how big or how small

he trusts you completely

he would literally be your friend first and your boyfriend second

Hyeongjun strikes me as the type to not need affection much, but when he does he’s a little nervous to ask

“Jun, what’s wrong?”

“I need a hug.” :(

you almost don’t hear him but y’all are so close that you can figure it out

you can basically read his mind

I feel like a relationship with Hyeongjun would go slow, and that’s okay!

why mess with perfection 😉

no need to rush first kisses or first I love yous

you’re just having fun together!

HE MAKES A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU 😭😭😭😭

“This song played in the restaurant during our first date.”

“This song was stuck in my head right before you kissed me for the first time.”

“This song was-“ STOP IT I can’t do this anymore

ALWAYS makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

making sure you eat meals and get enough rest

he’s so open minded!

I feel like he has strong opinions, but he’s chill with most things?

those two things literally cancel out but whatever

he buys clothes that he also thinks you would like in case you want to steal them 😼

pays very close attention to detail!

no new haircut or nail color goes unnoticed!

he draws little pictures of you in his sketchbook all the time :(

loving Hyeongjun is gentle, calm, and fun- like sitting in the grass on a sunny day

no pressure, no rush, just you two having fun being together 🩷

god I love him so much

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#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #junhan x reader

[an-unknown-writers-world]

Are you mad? ~ A Jake “Hangman” Seresin Drabble

 Summary: Loosely based on the Brett Young song Can’t Sleep Without You

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, implied smutty ending (not written), mostly unedited so please ignore the typos

Pairing:  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 690

A/N: Meh, this isn’t my best work. But I’ve been struggling on the writing front and wanted to get something out.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” You asked timidly, sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s truck.

“I’m not mad.” He responded softly.

“Your jaw is clenched, and your face is screwed up like your mad.”

“I’m annoyed, not mad.” He tried to clarify.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Each time you drove under a streetlight or a car passed in the opposite direction, you could see the lingering frustration on Jake’s face. You knew that he had had a long week at work and the last thing he wanted to do was bail you out of trouble.

You and Natasha had gone out to The Hard Deck, and Bradley and Jake had declined the offers to tag along, leaving it to a girl’s night. One thing led to another; both of you had drank more than you should have. When a pair of guys wouldn’t take no for an answer from you and Phoenix, you resulted in something other than words. A thrown drink and a punch to the face later, they were both thrown from the bar, and Penny called Bradley and Jake to come to pick up their wives.

“You still look mad.” You muttered.

“I’m NOT mad! But I will be if you keep asking!” Jake raked his hand over his face. “I’m sorry.” He spoke again, this time in a softer tone. “I’m annoyed with how disgusting men can be and that I allowed myself to put you in a situation where I couldn’t protect you. I know you’re a grown woman who can care for yourself. But as your husband, it kills me to know that something like this would have never happened if I had just been there with you.”

He reached across the center console of his truck and laid his hand on your thigh.

“I know you had a long week. I’m sorry Penny had to wake you to come get me.”  

This made him chuckle, “Oh babe, I can’t sleep without you. Even if I tried, I would just toss and turn, waiting for you to come home.”

“Jake, you know I would have stayed home if you would have just asked.” You said, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I know,” He pulled your intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. “That’s why I didn’t ask. I meant it when I told you to have a good time tonight. As long as I know I’m the one you’re coming home to, I’m happy. You work so hard and spend too much of your time doting on me. You deserve a night out, especially a girl’s night.”

He pulled into the driveway, letting go of your hand long enough to throw the truck in park and remove the keys from the ignition.

“Can you do me a favor?” Jake asked. “Next time, let Jimmy or Penny know what’s going on before it gets to the point of drink-throwing. Call me or text me. Hell, you could call Bradshaw if that would help.”

You giggled. “So the next time I need help, I should call Bradley?”

Jake shook his head, smiling; he knew what you were trying to do. He leaned forward and kissed you chastely. “I’m being serious,” He said, resting his forehead against your own. “I was worried when I saw Penny calling. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“I promise,” You murmured, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I worry about you every time you’re out of arms reach. It’s my job as your husband.” He chuckled, “You realize how accident-prone you are, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Before he could speak again, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. You nipped at his bottom lip, begging to deepen the kiss. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the base of his neck. His hand cradled the side of your face. You didn’t intend for it to turn into anything, at least not at first.

“Take me to bed, lieutenant.” You whispered once the kiss broke.

A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3   

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[strwberri-milk]

hello welcome to pt. 2 of I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough) that i like didnt konw when to post but now feels like a good time anyway it is a happy ending bc. i like happy endings

Paper Hearts

Kaeya x AFAB!Reader || Angst/Comf, Smut || 2 690 words

-> His mind was forever caught on "I love you"

The shards of your heart have always rested in Kaeya’s palms, knowing that even broken apart like this they’ll find solace simply in being near him. You wonder what’ll happen to you, if one day this ache will finally leave, if one day you can think back to him without sobbing so hard your head is pounding. 

Your knuckles are white, hands clasped tightly against each other as you wait. Each agonising moment deepens the indentations in your palm and you pray more than anything that you can get this done and over with. You can’t even afford to let your mind wander, constantly drifting back to the way his body feels against you, the way he kisses you – 

The way you ruined everything by telling him you love him. 

The image of it will never leave your head, biting down on your lip so hard you think you’ll break skin soon. Everything comes flooding back as though he just got off of you, the way he looked at you, the weight in the air from your voice. 

He never texted you again after that. 

You remember spiraling, checking his social media constantly to see if you could find who his new partner was. Every photo he posted you scrutinised, working yourself feverishly as you compared each person to you. She was so much thinner than you, he had the prettiest eyes, everyone he spent time with was so much better for him, nothing like you. 

You had no idea Kaeya was standing behind you, watching as you picked nervously at the grass on the ground. He was working up the nerve to walk over, knowing that he’s responsible for all of this. He ignored you for months on end, texted you today to get your hopes up but he’d be lying if his own weren’t resting up in the heavens. 

The smallest smile rests on his lips, remembering each and every of your little quirks so well. He knew that soon enough, you’d be lying on the ground, staring up at the sky to try and bring yourself down. Your beautiful eyes would forget him for a minute, the pain that he’s putting you through and he takes a deep breath, finally walking over to you. 

The sound of his footsteps brings you to attention, quickly turning to face the direction he came from. As soon as you see him you can’t help the smile on your face, bringing your hands up to cover it to avoid coming off as too desperate. You know this Kaeya, the one who’s cold and calculated, waiting for you to mess up to mark it to some secret ledger in his head. This one won’t snort at your jokes, mortified at the sound he made or whine because you ate the last piece of candy as he tries to kiss it out of you. 

No, this is the one that left you. 

For a second it seems like he’s heart at your reflex, shaking it off as he sits next to you without saying anything. His proximity sets your heart ablaze, aching to love him again. Your heart that was almost healed falls apart again, feeling the pain as raw as it was the day he told you he didn’t love you anymore. 

Anymore. 

Did he ever?

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” he says, making you scoff. 

“I guess I’m doing well then.” 

You can tell he’s pulling back, cursing yourself for saying something so impulsively again. That’s what landed you into this situation in the first place. 

“Are you trying to ask me to start up our agreement again?” you try instead, holding back your tears. 

He stays silent, and you decide you’re fed up. 

“I can’t just stay at your beck and call Kaeya! You can’t keep doing shit like this to me!”

The anger you’ve been holding back finally courses through your veins, unaware of how much he was struggling to hold himself back right now. He wanted this for so long, for your love for him to turn into righteous fury so he could leave without hurting you but now that it’s happening it only reminds him that you’re still holding his heart and there’s nothing he can do to stop you from keeping it. 

“I waited for you day and night just for you to come over and leave me when we’re done! Now you text me saying you want to talk and you just sit here in silence? Tell me I “look well”? You can’t seriously be that dumb, can you?!”

You’re not fully yelling at him but he can feel the bite in your words, wanting to curl in on himself or throw himself at your mercy to beg for your forgiveness. 

“If you’re just going to sit here and make me do this for you I’m done. I’m not breaking up with myself for you this time. I’ll lose your number and that’s that. I’ll be rid of you. Do you want that? Do you?!” 

At that his eye widens, grabbing your wrist without thinking and pulling you onto his lap. You try your best to fight it, pushing against his chest but he holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck as you try to curse him out pathetically. Your anger turns back to sadness, nails digging into his chest. You can feel his own nails digging into your back and feel the stuttering of his chest. 

“Please,” he barely manages to beg, voice raw and cracked. 

“Please don’t.”

That’s as far as he gets before you feel his breath skipping, tears falling onto your shoulder as he cries. 

You’re taken aback, expecting to become the sobbing mess but your instincts kick in, combing your fingers through his hair as you try to calm him down. It doesn’t seem to be working and you can barely understand what he’s trying to say but he refuses to let you go. 

“Kaeya, you need to breathe,” you try to tell him, not expecting him to shake his head to just cry harder. 

You keep calling his name, worried he’ll soak his eyepatch through to the point of discomfort so you untie it for him, finally able to push his face back to wipe away his tears. They seem never ending, mismatched eyes staring up at you glossily as they dart around your face desperately. 

“Don’t leave me, I’m sorry for everything I did to you.” 

“Kaeya I-”

“Listen to me, please.” 

He sounds so broken, bringing his hand up to brush a tear away from your face as you start crying yourself. 

“I was so afraid of you. I was afraid of how much you loved me, how much I love you. You made me feel safe for once and I didn’t want to lose that so I broke up with you. I ruined the only good thing that’s ever happened to me because I was scared and I’ve spent every minute wishing I could just get over myself so I could have you back,” he says, cupping your face reverentially in his hands. 

“I’ve never loved someone like you and I never will. You don’t have to take me back – I don’t even expect you to. I was awful to you, breaking up with you and texting you just to have sex because I thought it would hurt less if I could see you like that but every time I just missed you more and more. It was getting so hard to leave and then you said you love me I just –” 

His voice cracks again, thumb running over your cheek as though it would be the last time he would ever see you. 

“I love you too. I love you so much that I could die. I would die, if it meant you would love me again and to hear that you did destroyed me. I was so self centered I didn’t even think about how much I was hurting you and I thought ignoring you would give you the chance to move on but I’m so greedy I didn’t even want to give you that chance. I just want you so bad I don’t know what to do. Please, you always know what to say to make me feel better. How do I fix this? Please, just tell me what I have to do, I'll do it,” he pleads, pulling you into a desperate kiss. 

If his words weren’t clear enough for you this kiss sure was, mixed with salt from both your tears and a frailty that you would never associate with him. His lips slide over yours in a way that’s both hesitant and practised, giving you the chance to pull away but you refuse, pressing into him more. The slight moan that slips past his lips makes you whine, letting him take control as he kisses you harder. 

“You’re always so mean to me, you know that?” you say when he finally lets you breathe, panting against him as he peppers more kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“I always tell you that. You need to stop bullying me before you say something you’ll regret.” 

He can hear the shake in your voice and nods, putting his hands on your waist. 

“If I didn’t tell you now I’d regret it so much. This can mean nothing if you want it to, but just know that I’ll always love you, no matter what,” he replies softly, biting back his noise of surprise when you press a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you.” 

“Kaeya!” you moan, struggling to stay conscious as he continues to ram into the spot that makes you see stars. 

You wish that he’d let you hide your face, hands struggling against his interlocked fingers that he’s insisted need to stay pinned by your head. Your whole body is flush under his attention, unsure how many times you’ve cum at this point. The space where your bodies meet is drenched in your arousal and you know your throat is hoarse but this time not from tears. 

“What is it love? Doesn’t it feel good?” he purrs into your ear, falling back into his affectionate habits as he grunts from the way you clench over him at the pet name. 

“You feel good,” you whine, knees locking up against his waist as he makes you cum again. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, arching into his chest as he hungrily takes it all in. 

Somehow, he’d managed to convince you to take him back and now was showing you his gratitude. You have no idea how many hours it’s been and for all you know it could have been days of him using his mouth all over your body before slipping into your soaking cunt. The familiar heat made him cum almost instantly, grinding into your body before he filled you up just to go all over again. 

Kaeya’s chest feels so warm, brimming with nothing but affection for you as he shudders from your orgasm. It’s still not enough for him, wanting to make up for all the hurt he’s caused you. He won’t be satisfied until you’re nearly passed out under him, nothing but his name on your lips to remind him that this is real. 

That he’s yours again. 

The thought makes him cum, hungrily kissing you to press his moans into your mouth. His cockhead is practically stinging with oversensitivity by how many loads he’s fucked into you at this point and it makes his legs jittery but he refuses to let it stop him, continuing as though he hasn’t just had the strongest orgasm he’s had in months. 

“I love you, I love you,” he groans as a mantra against your lips while his hips pick up more speed, hands tightening their hold on you. 

You try to return his sentiment, words stolen as you devolve into moans when he releases one of your hands to travel between your bodies. His fingers circle your clit tightly which makes you gasp in his ear as he gets even rougher. He knows your body better than he knows his own, eyes screwing shut in pleasure when he feels your nails drag angry lines down his back. 

“It’s too much - you’re -” 

That’s a sound he missed. Your gasps, your pleas, the way he can force your mind to go blank whenever you cum thanks to him as he sits back up, taking in the image of you underneath him. 

He’s covered your chest and neck in hickies and bites. The ones he left on your thighs have already begun to fade but he doesn’t mind. He’s going to keep you close to him, continue to spoil you in attention because you’re the only person he’ll ever love like this. His affection and lust swirl as a result of the potent drug that is you, a pathetic whine slipping past his lips from the way your eyes roll back into your head when he presses your thighs into your chest by the backs of your knees. This way he can feel himself sinking further into you, the mattress still bouncing up onto his creamed cock. He can see the ring of white on the base of his balls slamming into your wrecked pussy that’s brightly flushed from all of his attention. 

“You’ve done so well for me this whole time,” he coos sweetly, still keeping up his pace as you shake your head. 

“C’mon, just one more for me. Can’t you manage that? Make me cum again, please? Just for me? I love you after all.” 

He won’t stop saying it. He can’t stop. He has to remind you how much he loves you, that he will always love you, no matter what. 

“I love you too,” you finally manage, hands grabbing blindly at his arms as you squirt all over him for the nth time. 

“Fuck you’ve always been so good,” he pants, your words pushing him over the edge. 

He drops your knees, bringing his hands to your hips as he moves them for you. In your fucked out state you can only whimper at the feeling of him using you, choked gasps leaving your throat. His cum fills you up and his arms wrap around your body, pulling you so close to him not even your sweat has room to move. 

He starts to catch his breath, panting in your ear with low groans every once in a while as he comes down from his high. It makes you shudder, collapsing back down onto the bed with him as he holds you to his chest. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles against your hair and twining your legs together. 

“I didn’t try to kick you out,” you tease, gently running your fingers down the path your nails took. 

“I’m trying not to kick myself out,” Kaeya pouts, brushing your hair out of your face. 

“Kaeya Alberich I swear to God - if you leave me again after everything you said and did to me I really won’t forgive you this time.” 

He laughs a little, the sound so familiar it makes your heart ache. You feel his hands cup your face, tilting you to face him so he can press a kiss to your lips. 

“I’m never leaving you, not again, okay? So just take your time to forgive me and I’ll figure out what else I need to do to make sure you know that.” 

You smile softly at him, resting your head on his arm as he wraps it around your shoulder. 

“I’ll hold you to that. Get ready for some groveling,” you smile, unable to take your eyes off him. 

“I’m prepared to do anything.” 

You know that he means it, the earnest glint in his eyes and the way he keeps muttering your name in his sleep confirming it for you. Even in his sleep, he’s thinking about nothing but you, the sound of his breathing next to you lulling you into a restful slumber. 

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #kaeya fluff

[paper-crab]

Angst with Chris but it ends with fluff?

We good

summary: you and chris get into a fight, he apologizes

warnings: fighting, little sad

wc: 690

yesss! sorry it’s so short

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” He sighs, pulling his shirt over his head. “I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.” You can almost hear your heart break at his words. If you hadn’t cried over it earlier, you were certainly crying now.

“Of course it was a big deal! I told you over and over again that I wanted you there”

“Can we talk about this later? I’m tired,” Chris slides on some sweats, flipping in bed next to you. You shake your head at him, trying to gather your thoughts. He takes your silence as a yes, when really it’s you trying to steady yourself.

“Chris,” you start, voice cracking, “I waited there for 3 hours. 3. Hours.” you whisper the end, sounding defeated.

“I already said I’m sorry.” He says, eyes closed.

“You invited me to that event, Chris, and then you didn’t show up, and you don’t even have a reason?”

“I said we’ll talk about this tomorrow, just give it a rest.” Chris groans, growing agitated. He’d consider you to be pestering him right now, and he didn’t appreciate it.

That was your last straw however, silent tears becoming full-fledged sobs as you grab a pillow and a blanket. You climb over him, maneuvering your limbs in such a way that you wouldn’t even graze him.

Chris feels the shift in the bed, he can feel your presence crawling around him, but he doesn’t realize you’re leaving he hears the click of his bedroom door open. “Wait where are you going?” He asks, semi-frantically. His previously unbothered demeanor has absolutely disappeared and his eyes crack open.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait, wait, no- we can talk about it now ma, I’m sorry,” Chris rolls out of bed, suddenly alert. You shake your head at him, a little show of telling him ‘too late’.

“I’m tired, Chris. We’ll talk tomorrow.” You tell him softly, sobs coming out of your mouth. You shut the door behind you, walking up to the couch.

When he realizes what his own line sounded like, he breaks down. He wants to go run out; switch places with you at the least. By the time he’s cried himself to sleep, you’re back at your apartment.

The next morning, Chris rolls out of bed with puffy red eyes and a sniffly nose- lingering effects of the previous night. You’re not in much better shape, but you don’t have to deal with the questioning of his brothers.

“Take me to her place, Matt.” Chris says, exasperated.

“Not until you tell me what happened.” Matt responds, continuing to munch on his cereal. He’s unbothered, even going as far as to put some more cereal in his bowl. Chris is ready to punch him.

“Fine, I’m walking.”

“Cool your tits kid,” Matt speaks, mouth full. “I’ll take you in a sec.”

The ride is tense. It seems like Chris is unwilling to talk, but really, he’s just going over his apology. His thoughts are racing while he practices the many ways he needs to say sorry. “Thanks Matt.”

“Sure, you want me to wait for you?”

Chris wants to shake his head, tell Matt no, but he doesn’t know if you’ll tell him to leave or not. He nods.

“I’m sorry that we fought.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when you open the door. Your state isn’t much better than his; you’re still in yesterday's pajamas, puffy red eyes, and a sniffly nose. A wave of guilt floods him, and he feels himself shrink a little. “Me too,” You open the door for him, gesturing for him to come in. He doesn’t.

“It’s stupid- I was being stupid, and I’m so sorry-” He says, stumbling over his words. You know him well enough to know he’s two seconds away from panic mode.

“Shhh… It’s okay Chris, c’mere.” You tell him, holding out your arms. He practically jumps into your arms. “I missed you,”

“I missed you too.” Chris grins at you, pushing you into your apartment.

matt: you good?

chris: we good

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader

[matthyeu]

blanket ― shb.

pairing ⇢ sung hanbin x gn!reader 

genre ⇢ pure fluff

warnings ⇢ none

word count ⇢ 690

synopsis ⇢ in the depth of the night, you’re awoken by screaming, but not from your boyfriend who’s still awake. 

notes ⇢ i wrote this for a friend as my first piece so enjoy bestie

you didn’t know when you had fallen asleep, or even how. it wasn’t like you to fall asleep before your boyfriend. one moment you were telling hanbin about how you came across a really fluffy blanket to replace the one you two have been using, and the next, you were awoken by some incoherent screaming. 

eyes trying to adjust to the almost dark room–the only thing illuminating it being the light from hanbin’s phone–you squinted to see what the screaming was.

it sure wasn’t his, unless he somehow became a middle-aged woman in your sleep. it was probably a video, but the real question was why he was watching a video of someone screaming late at night in the first place. 

“hanbin?” you asked, which noticeably caused his shoulders to jump. 

“oh, you’re awake. sorry, i tried to mute it as quickly as possible,” he explained as he adjusted the blankets for you, which had dragged down while you were sleeping, probably due to you kicking around in your sleep. 

“mmm…why is there…a middle-aged woman…screaming on your phone?” you asked, pausing between words as your vocal cords forced themselves to work after being jolted awake. 

“gyuvin sent a video into our group chat, and i opened it without much thought. but it’s gyuvin so i should have expected no less. sorry again,” he apologized yet again, angling the phone in the opposite direction when he noticed how it was burning your eyes, “you should head back to bed.” 

“you…should too. it’s…getting really late.”

had you been more awake, or if the room was lit properly, you may have caught how hanbin gave a small smile, the kind where his eyes would still crinkle ever so slightly, at your sleepy expression. still, your ears were able to pick up the small chuckle that left his mouth, which kicked your brain awake a little to see if you were hearing right. 

“why are you laughing?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as if that would do anything for your situation despite the room barely being lit enough to see your silhouettes. 

“it’s just…” he began as he shut his phone off, placing it on the bedside table. 

“just what?” you asked once more, watching him melt into the blankets next to you, shuffling around to get comfortable under the blanket that definitely needed to be replaced after so many years of love poured into it. 

though, you wouldn’t throw this one out. it carried too many memories, too many memories of the memories of your relationship, to just throw away. the blanket he bought the first time you stayed over because he was afraid his own wasn’t soft enough. the blanket you two would make tents with to watch the latest episode of the show you were watching. the blanket that had stains from when you two were too busy laughing to notice how you spilled some of your ramen on it. the blanket he would only use if it involved the two of you. 

it was ironic how the blanket that was bought for its soft properties became rough as the years went by. that was what happened when things were used as love. even then, you couldn’t admit that it was becoming less warm as the years went by. even now, you were shivering under them, the body heat between you two barely accommodating. you would replace it, but you would keep this one as a memory of your relationship. who knows? maybe you’ll even have a blanket collection with all the ones you’ve shared with hanbin by the time you’ve grown old. 

“just that you’re cute even when you’re half-asleep like this,” he finished once he found comfortability close to you. 

“oh you,” you scolded, pushing his shoulder at the cheesy comment, “i don’t think i’m half-asleep anymore because of that comment.” 

“well, you better sleep. it’s getting really late,” he mimicked your earlier words. 

you rolled your eyes. of course he would play that game with you. “okay, fine. goodnight my wonderful boyfriend who woke me up in the middle of the night.” 

“goodnight lovely.” 

#🐨 ― matthyeu #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #sung hanbin #zb1 hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #zb1 hanbin x reader #sung hanbin imagines #fluff

[bimb0fy]

smoker; monkey d luffy

pairings: smoker!reader x luffy

warnings; angst, swearing (like once), smoking, short (like me 🤩)

summary; luffy always took care of you, when you were ill, when you were upset. he always put you first, but for once, he tried making you put him over your needs.

word count; 690 words

— Luffy sighed as he watched you light the cigarette as you sat beside him on the figurehead. He turned back to the ocean, you always favored the cigarette over him. You love it more then him, it was slowly killing you, killing him. He couldn't live without you, you weren't only harming yourself but everyone else.

He turned to you, sadness evading ever look on his face as you turned to him, you exhaled the air that was slowly polluting you as you lowered the cigarette, your smile evading. "Just spit it out now." You whispered as he took off his hat, figetting with it.

"It's hurting you, I don't like it when you get hurt." He started. You scoffed before placing the cigarette back into your mouth, you had this conversation everyday. You knew it was hurting Luffy but they were the only thing, beside him, keeping you alive. You wanted to stop, you did, you went to bed everyday deciding to quit, only to buy another box the next morning.

"I know Lu." You muttered as he sighed, looking down at his fingers. "I'll-."

"Stop?" He asked, interrupting you as you stayed quiet. "You always say that, you're killing yourself and you know it." He cried, tears falling down on to his hat. You felt guilty, the guilt made you want to take another hit, and you did, and he cried more. "You're taking another one now! Seriously!" He stood up, looking down at you as he sighed. "I can't anymore Y/N, you have to make a choice."

"You can't expect me to choose right now Luffy." You whispered as he frowned. His eyebrows knitted together in thought before crying once more.

"That is a choice." He scoffed as he slid off, walking towards his cabin as Nami and Zoro watched from on top, Zoro had climbed down, knocking onto Luffy's door as Nami walked towards you.

"He's right you know. " She says, sitting beside you as you sighed. She placed her hand on yours, taking the cigarette before putting it out and throwing it away.

"I wanna stop, seriously." You cried, you turned around as you heard Luffy's wails and yelling, the sudden urge to ignore Nami and light another one up surfaced once more.

"I know, but you have to try harder." Nami sighed as she placed her head onto your shoulder. "Luffy's scared, that your gonna end up dead from them, he wants to spend the rest if his life with you."

"I'm gonna go tall to him." You muttered as you slid off, walking towards his door as you knocked, opening the door to Find Zoro and Luffy talking. Zoro stood with his arms crossed as Luffy's face was red, he crossed his legs on the bed as he had his hat in his hands. You signaled for Zoro to leave you two alone as he turned to Luffy who nodded his head.

As he left the room you took a sigh, looking at the boy who seemed cold towards you. "Go on." He spat, pain evolved in your chest as you sat beside the boy, placing your hand on his hand only for him to turn around.

"I'm sorry, I want to stop, I really fucking do, I'm sorry." You whispered as he scoffed. "I know you don't believe me but I will, promise."

He finally turned around, scanning your face for any sort of signs to show that you weren't exactly truthful, but all he saw was remorse, he let out a soft smile as she held your hand. You fished for your cigarette box, sighing before handing it to him as he smiled.

He placed them in his as he looked into your eyes, pushing your hair behind your ear as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your lips before gaging as he recieved a taste of cigarette ash.

You let out a low laugh as he spat on the floor, turning back to you and pushing you onto the bed he hugged your waist, pulling you close to him. "I love you baby."

"I love you too."

#one piece live action #x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy live action #monkey d luffy fanfic #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #opla luffy x reader #luffy #opla luffy #angst with a happy ending

[imarriedchrisredfield]

Princess - Genji Shimada

Genji Shimada x Female!Reader

Summary : After some help from Mercy, you had the possibility of getting pregnant with Genji's child. And it's when he was on a mission that he learned you were giving birth. It's still with him by your side that you did it.

Warnings : None

Words : 690

Note : English isn't my first language, so if you see any mistakes don't hesitate to tell me :)

Genji went as fast as he could at the medical center of the Overwatch headquarters. He was coming back from a mission, and was pretty tired. But he had to be fast. From afar, he noticed his brother, leaning against a wall.

"Where is she?" Genji exclaimed while taking off his helmet.

"Right here." Hanzo answered, pointing to the door next to him.

"Thanks, brother." He simply said before going into the room, hearing small grunts. "I'm here! Is everything all right?" He asked as he was getting rid of his sword and his helmet.

"Yes, it should be finish soon." Angela answered with a nod.

Genji was given a white coat by an another doctor, that he put on clumsily. With an hint of hesitation, he approached the bed. Your eyes met his, when he delicately take your hand in his metallic one. As you screamed while pushing, like Angela told you to do, you hold it tighter.

"I hate you, Genji!" You growled, holding his hand as tight as you could. "Why did you make me pregnant?" You cried between screams.

"Well… because you wanted a child and Angela found a solution." Genji answered naturally.

"Then why- Fuuuck! Why did you accept?" You breath heavily, following the rythm Angela was showing to you.

"Because I love you and that I was happy about that idea." He said, starting to panick.

"Well you shouldn't!" You growled once again.

"You can do it, the baby is almost there!" Angela cheered you up. "One last strong push!" You followed Angela's guidance and, not so long after, cries could be heard. "There she is." Angela said joyfully.

You breath out all the air that was still in your lungs, slowly turning your head toward Genji. He had a tiny smile while looking at the baby. He already seemed excited at the idea of holding the little girl.

"Genji?" You murmured, making your husband looking at you. "I love you… I love you so much… I'm sorry for what I said, I really didn't mean it…" You continued while sobbing because of all the stress you accumulated since the start of your pregnancy.

"I know, don't worry." He reassured you while caressing your head, before kissing your forehead.

"Here's your little one." Angela said with a smile. She gently put her in your arms, so you could hold her.

"She's so pretty." You said with a smile.

"She looks like you." Genji said with a slightly shaking voice because of the emotion.

"You're kidding? She's your spitting image." You contradicted with a chuckle.

"You think so?" Genji seemed actually surprised. You just nodded as an answer. He looked at your daughter, observing every details of her small face.

"Do you wanna hold her?" You suggested him.

"Can I?" He asked, his eyebrows rose.

"Of course, she's your daughter after all!" You answered, giving him your daughter.

With all the prudence he could have, he took her I'm his arms. He was so happy, and yet so nervous because of his metallic side. You couldn't hold back your smile at the sight of Genji already fond of your daughter. The door suddenly opened. Genji and you looked toward it, and saw Angela with Hanzo by her side. The older of the brothers slowly walked to Genji.

"She looks like you when you were a baby." Hanzo said with a look at your daughter.

"I told you she looked like you." You reminded him.

"I hope that you will take good care of her, not like that pet you had." Genji had a shocked expression on his face at Hanzo's words.

"I was a child, and that rabbit didn't die!" Genji was offended. "Plus, it's not the same… she is my little girl, my princess. I will not hurt her, nor let her having a bad moment in her life." He continued without turning his gaze away from the baby.

Hanzo looked at him without adding anything. Inside, he was just proud of his brother. Genji then had a bright smile, a tiny tear rolling down his cheek.

"I'm happy!" Genji declared in a laugh.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #genji shimada #genji x reader #female reader #overwatch x reader

[love-strike]

keep up ✦ boo seungkwan

title: keep up pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader rating: explicit (18+) word count: 690 genres: pwp, smut warnings: pure smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding/impreg kink!! a/n: no words just bsk breeding kink. special thanks to the anon that mentioned this - i totally took the idea and ran with it hehe~

It starts when Seungkwan comes back home after a week of being away from you. You, who he finds lounging on the sofa wearing his favorite hoodie and nothing else.

“You’re home!” you exclaim loudly as you practically sprint across the room to hug him tightly. He laughs softly and squeezes you.

“And you’re half naked,” he replies teasingly and you grumble into his chest.

“It’s hot in here,” you say back and try to wriggle out of his grip. He laughs and easily pulls you back into his arms.

“That’s what the thermostat is for, my love,” Seungkwan states matter-of-factly and plants a kiss on your head. You feel your heart skip a beat at the feeling of his lips on you. You wrap your hands around his arm and look him in his pretty eyes.

“I missed you,” you say with a pout. You’re secretly hoping to coax some attention out of him after not seeing him for so long. He hums pleasantly and you see his eyes roam over your body for just a split second. After a beat of silence, he suddenly bends down and picks you up bridal style; your excited squeal echoes throughout the room as he takes you to your bedroom.

This is how you end up with Seungkwan’s cock deep inside you, his body pushing you into the mattress. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes are so dark that his gaze causes a shiver to run down your spine. He’s already cum inside you once, your own orgasm hitting you at the same time, and you know that he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. You can feel tears begin to run down your cheeks as he thrusts over, and over. Your hands shakily run up his back to thread in his hair as you whimper loudly.

“Look at you,” he says crudely, eyes grazing over your dazed expression. “You’re already so fucked out, hm?”

You nod weakly and he outright laughs. You can’t control the way your body shudders at his words, a searing heat running through your core.

“I know you want me to fuck you full of my cum and breed you,” he whispers along with one deep thrust into you. “I’ve been keeping all of it saved up for you, baby.”

You openly gasp at his words as your cunt clenches tightly around him, making Seungkwan groan loudly.

“You like the thought of me breeding you? Getting you pregnant?” he grunts out. Your eyes flutter closed at the pure feeling of overstimulation and pleasure.

“Please, yes,” you begin to beg with a sob. “Need it.”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he coos and kisses gently on your neck, his actions contrasting his lewd words. “My sweet girl. You’re gonna take my cum, right, baby?”

You try your best to moan out some sort of affirmation and you can feel his smile as he kisses you on your lips. His hands roam down your body to tightly grasp your hips, his thrusts speeding up as he chases his orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” he buries his head into the crook of your neck and gasps as he rocks into you. His hips suddenly stutter, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he climaxes inside of you. You whine quietly as his cum shoots deep inside the walls of your cunt. You feel so full that it almost makes you dizzy. Seungkwan stays still as he tries to catch his breath, one of his hands moving to rest his palm on your stomach.

“My sweetie,” he whispers next to your ear. “I love you so much.”

“Love you,” you reply quietly with a raspy throat. He sighs and fully relaxes his body to rest on top of you, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m gonna stay inside you while we sleep, okay?” he says and you swallow thickly. You feel a dull spark of arousal in your core and you know that you’re in for a long night.

#/slips and falls and accidentally posts this/ #svt smut #svt x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan smut