#PLEASE CHOSE LOVE FIERCELY AND SOFTLY

[fraiserire]

YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO FEEL!!!!!! FEEL FEEL FEEL!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THINGS GOOD AND PURE FEEL SOMETHING!!!! OPEN YOUR HEART! BE VULNERABLE! BE SOFT! BE SO FULL OF LOVE AND MESSY AND CRY YOUR HEART OUT!!!!!!! LOVE AND FEEL!!! FEEL AND LOVE!!! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE! IT IS OKAY TO CARE!!! TO LOVE, TO HURT, AND CRY! PLEEEEEEASE FOR THE LOVE OF THE WORLD, CARE. FEEL. LOVE. BE A MESS OF LOVE AND FEELINGS!!! WE NEED OPEN HEARTS AND KIND EYES WITH BEAMING SOULS!!!! PLEASE!!!!!

#fraiserire #care for the environment #care for others #vulnerable #pure love #be soft #softness #soft heart #open heart #open your heart #PLEASE CHOSE LOVE FIERCELY AND SOFTLY

[onlyswan]

summary: in which sour and salt could be so sweet when jungkook’s existence reminds you that there is still good in the world.

> fluff, a pinch of angst, suggestive / wc: 3.1k

> warnings: mention of the doctor bc oc missed their period >:(, allusion to s/x, making out, jungkook doing pull ups must be a warning for the faint hearted like me

note: we’re going through the seasons?! partly inspired by #that live and jungkook for calvin klein <3 we’ve all seen those pictures right… right… i hope the onlyswan prophecy continues with this drabble i need to see jungkook do pull ups at the beach <3 + reblogs & feedback are always appreciated :D

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jungkook is a sunkissed daydream and a shirtless adonis. his tender hands are on your bare thighs, keeping himself steady on the light brown sand while you sit still and look pretty on a log.

“baby, are you pregnant?”

when a man spits out this question, it usually sounds a little bit something like an anxious and insensitive ‘you’re not pregnant, are you?’ your starry-eyed boyfriend is asking you in a calm tone, joking for the most part, yet genuine wonder is painted on his face as if you’re just supposed to tell him what day of the week it is.

you stare at him with a blank expression, silent for a moment as the fierce waves crash on the shore, finding it difficult to take him seriously. “i don’t know. did you break a condom?”

he breaks eye-contact to space out, pursing his lips as he pretends to be immersed in deep thought.

“uhh, not to my knowledge.”

“then i’m not.” you shrug your shoulders with a cheeky grin, scrunching your nose. “will you steal some mangoes for me now, please?”

“is my baby craving for them that bad?” he coos at you softly, inching closer to press a kiss on your lips. “no but why do you always ask me to steal mangoes for you?”

“what do you mean ‘always’? this is only the second time.” you scoff, offended by the accusation, shoving him lightly but he quickly takes a hold of your arms to save himself from falling.

he chuckles lightheartedly, recounting the first time you visited his hometown and you took a walk around his neighborhood together. you looked at the mango tree with so much longing, and he had so much love for you, it was untameable.

nothing much has changed.

except for the color of the mangoes, perhaps. they were yellow back then, ripe and soft. you ripped off the fragile skin with your bare hands as you devoured the nectar-filled fruit, and the both of you came home to his parents’ house sticky and satiated like little kids who played under the sun from noon to afternoon. today, they’re green and plump, and truthfully, his mouth is watering for a taste.

“you know, since the tree is directly infront of our villa-” he tilts his head to the side, briefly looking at your temporary private residence. “it’s technically ours, so it’s not stealing.”

your eyes are glitter with mischief, and they communicate without words before you burst into a fit of revitalizing giggles, filling your empty tummy with a childlike joy.

—

for a while before jungkook, you’d forgotten people are kind. you chose to live for yourself, and yourself only, because you thought that if you lose sight of your plans for the future because of a impetuous slip within the thrill of temptation, you would also lose the essence of your being that you’re actively fighting so hard to get a good grasp of. you’re in a never-ending, excruciating process of picking apart your identity; detaching yourself from what you learned in the past to make room for growth; and swallowing bitter pills of hard-taught lessons. but when you’re in a relationship, every decision goes through a filter, a need for an answer to the question of how would this make my partner feel?

your friends still ask from time to time, what it is about jungkook that made you bend this principle and compromise your plans when those were the reasons you impulsively ended relationships in the past.

you’d forgotten people are kind.

jungkook is messy. he always leaves behind a fragment of his heart, and you shake your head and you pick up each one to stuff it in the shallow pocket of your understanding of love… until the weight of them destroyed said pocket, and all of a sudden, you have awoken. he opened your eyes to the underlying implication of that filter, how having something sacred to protect is also what makes life more worth living after all.

more than two hours ago, at seven in the morning, he held back your hair while you emptied your guts in the toilet bowl. a week ago, he held your hand in the doctor’s waiting room and didn’t let go until your name was called. that same night, you sulked about the doctor concluding that the reason you didn’t get your period last month was stress again and he teared up when you said i eat well, and i exercise regularly. but in the end it’s all useless because stress is messing up my body and i can’t control it. what do i do? the next day, he cheerfully asked you if you wanted to go see the ocean with him. right now, he’s hanging on a thick branch of a tree, enthusiastically doing pull ups while you peel the raw mangoes he picked out for you.

the familiar sounds of moans and grunts convince you to move the log you’re sitting on, abandoning the view of the majestic blue sky kissing the sparkling ocean in favor of facing your gorgeous boyfriend. he moves on to doing hanging knee tucks, pulling his knees to his chest and gradually increasing his speed and range of motion after gathering enough leverage.

“ah, this is tiring!” his yell ripples across the near-empty beach. he squeezes his eyes shut, laughing through the pain that hurts so good.

you set aside the paring knife on the plain white porcelain plate, dipping a piece of mango in the hill of salt before taking a bite (you played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would call the front desk for salt and you won after jungkook said he lost because his rock was made of paper). this, it’s just what you needed to cure the lethargy that’s been eating away at you. the combination of sour and salty explodes in your taste buds, remedying your awful loss of taste and appetite.

you shudder in sheer delight, smiling sweetly at the man brazenly showcasing his strength infront of you. “i like this a lot. i can feel my stress melting away… like ice cream under the sun.”

“i’m happy you’re enjoying yourself while i-” he cuts off his sentence, letting himself fall on the sand before jumping again to adjust his grip on the rough wood. once again, he hauls his legs upward repeatedly, reaching higher and higher each time. he releases loud huffs of air, grunting raspily with every exertion of force.

you stifle a scandalous gasp when his knees touch his wrists, covering your mouth as you grind the food with your teeth. okay, you know damn well he is flexible and a human-shaped vessel of physical strength, but you mostly witness their irrefutable testaments during intense moments of love and lust… the blissful memories can be kind of hazy.

he heaves a deep sigh, taking a rest as he hangs motionless on the branch. picture-perfect, center-frame for your adoring eyes to feast upon. his honey skin is glazed with a fine sheen of sweat, further accentuating the well-defined muscles of his torso. you only get a tease of his v-line. it hides beneath the exposed white band of his calvin klein underwear peeking above his black swimming shorts. his stomach rises and falls with each breath, and you can’t help but to marvel at his abs with appreciation. beautifully prominent, sculpted not too much. you love that when you touch them, you still feel the tenderness of his flesh, so rawly and so uniquely jungkook.

“you like what you see?” he grins when your eyes meet, winking at you flirtatiously.

“i do.” you sheepishly admit, scrunching your nose before putting another slice of mango on top of your tongue. “keep going. i want to see more.”

“more? you want more?! aish- so demanding.” he complains, thick satoori accent dripping from his voice but still, he gives you more.

you giggle in satisfaction, closely observing the flexing of his muscles and the veins along his arms popping out. one must think you’re used to his tattoos by now, but you’re definitely not. you just learn how to act unaffected, like you can’t write a book of poems about how his body art never seizes to bring you in absolute awe. his eyebrows knit as he pulls himself up, face crumpling with the amount of force and strength he utilizes with every manuever. it’s a seductive scene, but then the dimples on his cheeks make fondness bloom in your heart.

for the love of god, it’s not compromising your plans, but making jungkook a part of your plans. you no longer fantasize about a perfect life. you just want to keep waking up somewhere safe— to be here, standing on the tips of your toes, planting a delicate kiss on the mole at the lower right side of his ribcage. your lips have made one too many sharp mistakes, but they ghost over his skin and he laughs. laughs so joyfully, a majestic string of musical notes from his mouth no other instrument on earth can recreate. it’s a good mistake, the best mistake you could ever possibly make.

“here, drink.“ you offer him a bottle of cold water.

“i’m so tired. oh, fuck-” he does one final pull up before letting go, deliberately falling on the sand and bumping against your feet when he rolls over.

he sits up, warm body vibrating with giggles as he looks up at you.

“did you pack a first aid kit?“

you put a hand over your hip, raising an eyebrow. “what happened now?”

“my hands-” he stares at his palms, sand coating half of the area, before showing them to you. “they sting like hell! seriously!” his little lisp slips out as he rants.

”then why did you keep going?!” you exclaim, grabbing his tattooed wrist to assess the damage. there’s no blood in sight, but his skin has turned a very bright shade of red.

“because it was fun.” he simply answers, and you can’t argue with that.

of course you brought a first aid kit. it’s a necessity, especially when you’re on vacation with your gym bunny boyfriend, apparently. while you grab the ointment in the bedroom, jungkook decides to clean himself up under the outdoor shower situated in a corner beside the swimming pool.

“what’s wrong with this? why are they going at the same time?” he scratches his head in confusion, looking up at the spraying shower head and down at the gushing faucet. he fiddles with the handle in hopes of fixing his problematic water consumption, unintentionally pushing it up higher as he does so. this causes the water pressure to become stronger, sending thin needles to crash down and pierce his fragile skin.

“aw shit-” he reflexively runs away from the rude attack of the silver device. “yah, you punk! what did i to you, huh?! how dare you-”

he clicks his tongue in irritation, resting his hands on his hips. after glaring one more time, he extends his tattooed arm to push the handle all the way down, turning it off. he proceeds to experiment, tilting it to the left, which turns on the faucet only, and then to the right for the shower.

he laughs sarcastically at his discovery, going back under the water. “ahhh, was i the stupid one?”

—

“i missed you!” he declares loudly as soon as you step out of the sliding door.

“me too, babe.” you hum as you walk towards him, standing a considerable distance from the shower.

he wipes his face with his hands to unblur his vision before pushing back his wet hair, droplets of water endlessly rushing down his body.

“why are you so far?” he protests. “come here.”

“but i already took a shower.”

“so what? you’ll get wet again when we ride the jet ski later.”

you pout at him. “i told you i’m scared.”

“i’d be jack if i have to, i won’t let you drown! don’t you trust your boyfriend, hm?” he attempts to persuade you again after failing last night, knowing well that you’d enjoy yourself only if you overcome your fear of the deep waters. “it will be fun, i promise.”

“ugh, fine. only because you promised.” you weakly succumb to his wishes, setting down the small jar of ointment on the ground.

he happily pulls you in for an embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck while your arms wrap around his waist. the only barrier between your chests is the thin and small fabric of your red bikini, thoroughly soaked by the cold water combatting the rising heat of the approaching noon. you can feel the rough grains of sand that were washed away from his skin under the soles of your feet, contrasting the feather-light kisses being scattered on your neck. and this feels so utterly liberating, you refuse for it to end, allowing yourself to be hastily pinned against the wall when his supple lips meet yours.

he cups the back of your head and his long and slender fingers dig into your hair, protecting you from accidentally hitting the hard cement. the small thoughtful gesture makes you smile into the kiss. he is not real, he can’t be. if this is a dream, you’re begging the sun to never rise. his gentle hands slowly travel down the expanse of your back, until they reach your hips, teasingly tugging past the side straps of your bikini bottoms before kneading the soft flesh of your ass. he swallows the strangled whine that escapes you, slipping his tongue past your parted lips. he’s addicted to how your body language speaks to him when you get intimate, how you lovingly caress his face and his arms, slow and sensual, but then unconsciously dig your nails to mark crescent moons on his skin when you begin getting lost in your combined passion.

he wants this. he wants you. he wants to spend the rest of his life kissing you and wringing the water from your hair.

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you’ve deserted the log to comfortably sit cross-legged with jungkook on the lounge chair, under the shade of the brown umbrella rooted in the soil.

“mhmmm! it’s so delicious!” jungkook carefully dips the slice of mango in the salt once more, wary of the ointment from his hand smearing on the food, before muching on it eagerly. “so crunchy!”

you pause from tending to his left hand, looking at the plate between the two of you to learn that he is nearly finished with the second mango. you only have one left.

“damn!” he dramatically curses with his eyes squeezed shut, punching the salt air. without context, a stranger would probably guess that he tragically lost a bet or remembered an embarrassing memory from highschool. but really, he’s just enjoying some pretty good food. this is the fourth time in the past five minutes that he precisely did the same thing, and yes, you’ve been counting.

“is it that yummy?” you chuckle, extremely endeared and contented when he looks this excited around food. he is the only person in the world who can make you say i’m full just by watching you eat and mean it.

“it was your idea!” he bobs his head while energetically rocking from side to side, cheeks round and full as he chews. “i haven’t eaten something new in a long time. i love it… i should give the resort five stars for my review. just for this. i’ll say i’ll come back again for the mango tree.”

“or i don’t know, we can just plant one ourselves.” you propose before lightly blowing on his inflamed palm.

“but, baby, that would take years!” he interjects. “we need to buy another house, one with a backyard, and wait at least five years for it to grow. i’ll be thirty-two by then. are you hearing that?!”

the disgusted look on his face elicits a burst of amused laughter from you, stomach hurting with a reason miles better than earlier’s. he winces at the thought of entering his 30’s in the very near future. it feels odd to think about, but it’s a little less daunting with the tree added to the picture.

he picks up the final slice on the plate, smothering it with a thin layer of salt before devouring it entirely. he whimpers, high-pitched and wide-eyed, clasping his hand over his mouth before the other one you’re holding slips away from the solace of your care. he free falls from the chair, limply collapsing on the sand. and just like that, he’s covered in them again, from his damp hair down to his wiggly toes.

you move closer to look at him, dangling your legs on the edge. “darling, you’re still alive, aren’t you?”

he spreads out his limbs like a starfish, dreamily peering into the vast cloudy sky. “oh? i think this is exactly what it means to be alive.”

beyond his words, it’s the way he said them. without shyness, without qualms, without pondering. it makes him sound purely sincere, his mellifluous voice gracefully echoing louder than the nihilistic thoughts in your head, and you believe him.

he abruptly sits up, crawling on his knees to reach you. “baby! it’s too good! i want more!” he cries out, feigning desperate sobs as he hugs your legs. “i want more. let’s eat the third one, please.”

“fuck, okay. calm down. we’ll have it.” you cackle, stroking his hair while he rests his head on your lap.

you drag the plate to your side, slicing the last mango with practiced precision and skill. he, then, closes his eyes and bathes in your presence, his warm breath fanning you. it’s peacefully silent for a while, only the sounds of the knife dragging across the fruit and the waves chasing each other to the edge of the sea can be heard. that is until your boyfriend grows bored. he puckers his lips to brush against your soft skin, insatiable, climbing higher and higher until he’s peppering your inner thigh with kisses.

tingling sensations inevitably spark in your lower region, and you click your tongue to rebuke him. “jungkook, behave. i might cut myself if you keep that up.”

his lips curve into a naughty smirk, shifting a bit further down. “sorry.”

“do you want to get sunburnt? get back up here, on the chair.” you bounce your legs to shake him off, but your efforts prove to be fruitless.

he groans, stubbornly holding on to you tighter. “no, i don’t want to.”

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[sassypossumm]

That's It, We're Moving Back To Asgard

Your daughter gets teased mercilessly, and the aftermath. What did you expect when her father is Loki?

Loki would just make the best dad I think.Finally back to thinking about my favorite man, Loki!

Really, darling, it's all in the wrist." Loki chuckled, flipping yet another of your incredibly expensive dishes into the air. He easily caught the dish in his other hand.

"I believed you the first time, Loki." You snatched the plate from his hands before he could start spinning it on his finger like a basketball. Loki's eyes sparkled with mischief, and as you turned to put the plate back in the cabinet, he reached for another and began spinning it on his index finger.

"You act as if I'm going to drop one of your precious,"

Crash.

You stiffened at the telltale sound of glass hitting the floor. Slowly you closed the cabinet door and turned to glare at your husband. Loki raised his eyes reluctantly from the floor to meet yours.

"Odinson, I swear," Your face tightened, and you propped your hands on your hips.

"Darling," He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but before you could open your mouth the front door flew open. Jumping at the sound, you turned just in time to see a familiar flash of black fly up the stairs. Sharing a look with your husband, you darted up the stairs to your daughter's room. Leaning your ear against the door, you heard the sound of soft crying. You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know that Loki was right behind you.

"Sohvi?" You called softly, gently knocking on the door. The crying stopped.

"Go away, please." Your heart broke at the watery whimper coming from the other side of the door. You turned to look up at Loki in concern. He leaned closer to the door.

"Sohvi, love, open the door." You heard the shuffle of feet and stepped back when the door opened.

Daddy's girl.

You smiled to yourself at the thought, a smile that quickly fell from your lips. Sohvi stared up at you both for several moments with wide puffy eyes. Her lip quivered and with a whimper she shuffled forward and weakly reached for her father. Loki quickly scooped her into his arms. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck she buried her face into his chest and sobbed.

Your heart seized at the mournful sound as you followed Loki into the room. He sat on the bed and rocked your daughter back and forth. Kneeling by the bedside, you combed your fingers soothingly through her hair and looked up at Loki with furrowed brows. He shook his head and kissed the crown of her head. After a while her tears subsided, and she turned in Loki's arms to reach for you.

"Oh, sweetheart." You wrapped her in your arms and hugged her tightly. You cradled her as best as you could while trying to maneuver the both of you back onto the bed. Loki wrapped his arm around your side, and you kissed the crown of your daughter's head. "Sohvi, honey, what's wrong?" You said quietly against her hair. Sohvi sniffed and pulled back to look at you with watery eyes.

"Why don't they like me?" Your heart broke.

"Why doesn't who like you, pet?" Loki's hand came to rest on her small back.

"The other kids." Wiping her nose with her sleeve, Sohvi hung her head with another whimper. Loki's eyes shot up to meet yours.

"I'm not a freak, I'm not!" She flung herself back into your arms with a loud sob. Over her head you watched as Loki's eyes darkened.

"No, Sohvi, no you're not." You said simply, running your fingers through her dark hair. She pulled back to look at you with fierce determination.

"Then why do they call me that?"

"Because you are above them." Loki's words came out coldly. Sohvi sniffed and turned to look at him.

"Really?" Her voice sounded hopeful. Raising a brow, you placed your hands over her ears and narrowed your eyes at him.

"Loki," You lowered your voice. "Now's not the time to be instilling our daughter with a god complex." You chose to avoid the sour look he gave you over your daughter's head and instead rested your hands on the sides of her face.

"Sohvi," You began gently, tilting her head up to meet your eyes. "You're a very special little girl, and sometimes, others don't understand that." Smiling softly, you brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Do you understand, sweetie?" Sohvi sniffed and shook her head.

"Not really, but okay." You sighed and wrapped your arms tightly around her. 

"You just keep being the sweet, special little girl you've always been, alright?" Sohvi nodded and pressed herself further into your chest. 

***

"Who do they think they are, tormenting my child!" Loki spat, throwing his shoe across the room. Sohvi had fallen asleep several hours ago, and now it was your turn to be getting ready for bed. With a sigh, you turned down the blankets and climbed into bed.

Loki shoved his hand roughly through his hair and furiously paced back and forth across the room. Folding your arms, you watched him intently.

"That's it, we're moving to Asgard." You straightened as he came to a standstill at the foot of the bed. 

"Wait, what?" You leaned forward. Loki shook his head in determination and turned towards the dresser. 

"We should have moved there a long time ago." You winced as he gripped the sides of the dresser, and you heard the sound of cracking wood. 

"Darling, what would that accomplish?" You pushed back the covers and slid out of the bed. Coming to stand behind Loki, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder. 

"She'd be amongst her people." 

"I really don't think we'd receive a very warm welcome on Asgard right now." You said gently, running your hands down his arms to rest on his hands. 

"Meaning?" His voice was tight. 

"You know exactly what I mean." 

"It might be easier in Asgard." Loki sighed.

"Children are children everywhere, my love." You brushed your thumb over his knuckles. Loki relaxed and turned to lean against the dresser, drawing you into his chest. 

"They wouldn't dare tease a princess of Asgard." 

"Let's discuss it later." You murmured, rising on tiptoe to nip at his jaw. Loki groaned, and his hands came to rest on your hips. "We'll go to the principle and have a talk." Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ran your nose slowly over his jumping pulse point and came to rest on the balls of your feet. "Don't think I've forgotten the last time we were in the principal's office." Loki's lips twitched and he tightened his hold on your hips. 

"I seem to recall that you had your way with me as soon as we entered this very room, my pet." His voice lowered to a growl. 

"Hm." You grinned and ran your hands across his shoulders. "Wanna give me a summary of what I can look forward to after our next visit?" You smirked up at him playfully, earning a raised eyebrow from your husband. Hooking his hands behind your knees, Loki easily lifted you into his arms. Locking your legs around his waist, you ran a hand through his hair as he pressed a reverent kiss to your collar bone before tilting his head back to meet your eyes. 

"I'm not winning this discussion, am I?" He raised a brow and smirked. You returned the gesture and tightened your grip on his hair. 

"Not unless you want a beautiful case of blue balls." 

"You wouldn't dare, you minx." His eyes narrowed. 

"Oh, my love, I think we both know, I'd dare a lot of things." You squealed as he tossed you onto the bed. Loki rested a knee on the edge of the bed and gave you a wicked grin. 

"I'm sorry I can't give you a summary, my love, unfortunately I don't do anything in halves." He said in a low voice. 

#loki x you #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki imagine #Dad loki #loki mcu #loki x y/n

[kaziee2]

The Favorite

Summary: Liho has your attention and your girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it 

Warning: None that I can think of

Pairs: [Natasha x Gn!reader]

[Words: 700+]

[Masterlist] [A/n: Just enjoy :)]

Pets were something foreign in your childhood, your parents never allowed you to keep one since they thought it held no value to bring to the family. They valued productivity and having a pet felt as a liability and nuisance. “Fierce warriors do not need sentimental things” your mother would always tell you.

So after you left to find yourself and soon after Nick Fury found you, you joined the rag-tag team of misfits called the Avengers, and to say you call them your family would be an understatement. You loved each and everyone and even became a mother figure to all the kids that Nick suddenly kept on recruiting.

And after years meeting Nick, meeting the Avengers, then officially becoming one, you still fell in love between it all.

You were so in love that even though she broke your favorite mug, you didn’t even bother scolding her. So now after cleaning up the broken shards of glass, you opted to lay on the couch with her on your chest, occasionally giving her treats. 

“You know you're spoiling her too much, she practically has you under her scrawny paws,” 

Natasha tells you as she comes into your view. She’s still wearing her mission gear and suit, just coming back from one, you guess. 

“Oh I know, but how can you say no to a cute face like hers,” you softly cupped the feline's cheeks and cooed at her. 

Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless, she walked to the bedroom to clean herself up so she could lay down with you and just relax all together. 

Few minutes later Natasha came back, and when she was about to sit down on the couch with you, she stopped “Uhm… Honey, can you please move Liho from my spot,” she asked and pointed at the black cat that didn’t even bother acknowledging her. 

You smiled at her sheepishly “Sorry love, but that’s her spot,” Natasha looked at you dumbfounded, “Oh! But you can still sit on the other side,” but she didn’t accept that arrangement and tried moving Liho herself, resulting in the cat to nuzzle herself more closely to you, to which you prompted to fall right in back in her spell and held her closer. Liho was definitely just taunting her now.

Natasha slowly gave in and sat on the other end of the couch, slightly annoyed that you chose the cat over her! Liho and her looked at each other and she swears she saw the cat give her a smug smile! It angered her, and she threatened her pet, “You know I’m the one who picked you up in the street and I could put you back out,” she whispered. Liho just meows at her as if telling her ‘she could try’ and went back to snuggling beside you. To which you gladly accepted. 

“Don’t worry Natty, I promise you, that later we can snuggle all night however long you want,” 

But that wasn’t enough for her, she wanted to cuddle now! She whined mentally like a petulant child. She pouted at you and not having the patience to wait, she acted. 

Natasha picked up Liho from your grasp, causing the black cat to continuously meow and wriggle in the red-head hands trying to get into your hold. You also tried to grab Liho back from her hands but was swatted away by her free hand. You let out a soft ‘hey’ in regard but was ignored, so you just sat there pouting. 

Natasha went to the cat room (built by you) and placed her cat inside before closing the door and making sure the small cat door was locked so she wouldn't get out. 

Natasha walked back to you and saw you pouting at her, “Sorry love but you know I had to,” she proclaims and took her spot where the damn cat resided a while ago. You opened your arms for her and she instinctively embraced you, feeling happy to finally be able to cuddle with you.

Silence surrounded both of you, until you spoke up to her, giving her a cheeky grin, “You know, you can’t just keep Liho in there forever,” you laugh at how guilty she looks at the thought of doing it. 

“I’ll let her out after I’m satisfied with the cuddles you give,” she huffs, jabbing you playfully. 

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to give you the best cuddles, so Liho can join us,” Natasha hums in acknowledgement and you wrap your hands around her tighter. Sigh of content released from the both of you.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #natasha x reader #liho the cat #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff fanfiction #Natasha is jealous #of a cat #marvel fluff

[clauii]

Mhmm? Abyss?

Wonyoung x F!reader

Synopsis: When your ex-girlfriend suddenly returned after years of her sudden disappearance.

Word count: 1. 142k

Let's pretend the girl on the right has brown hair ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

    "I love you, so much that I just have to kill you." Their voice— nice and innocent as it passes through a filter by the clothed black mask they're wearing. All while the dull side of their sharp knife glided through beneath the brown haired girl's chin.

    "You don't love me at all! You call this love? Please, you're pathetic!"

    "Everyone has different forms of love, don't you know that?"

Their voice quiver with much excitement as their knife shallowly digs into her skin, cutting through her neck as blood begins to slip out. Y/n's mouth piles in with a metallic taste and her eyes begin to water.

Their psychotic giggle filled the white walls, clearly enjoying the sight before them yet they stopped. They drew the knife back and threw it on the floor. Helplessly, the girl's eyes travelled to the ground, slowly gazing at the thrown knife— she wondered, what they would do next? Why'd they throw it away when they were enjoying each passing second of her being tormented?

With an unwavering deep focus on the knife, unbeknownst to her, They knelt down to her level and leaned closer to her face, then slipped off their mask and placed a soft and gentle peck on her lips. Their eyes filled with adoration as they pulled away and stared lovingly into her eyes.

What is this gorgeous woman doing to her?

    "You don't actually think that I'm gonna kill you, right?" Her voice— nice and innocent, as well as her smile.

Her hands picked inside of her pocket to reveal a white towel, then she brought it to her bleeding neck, slowly pressing and putting pressure onto the cut.

    "Does it hurt?"

Y/n shakes her head hastily before responding. "No, not really."

Wonyoung's eyes fluttered back to the girl's brown eyes and a warm smile escaped her lips. A red blush rushed onto her cheeks and neck. "Good." She said, trying to compose her voice as confident and on point. But she cannot deny the fact how her own body feels crumbling by the girl's gaze.

    "Where have you been?" Y/n whispered beneath her breath while her eyes observed the beauty in front of her. Even after all of these years, the woman in front of her never seemed to have aged. She still has those angelic features. Her skin was still smooth as a baby's butt. She still has that loving yet fierce gaze and the taste of her lips tasted the same.

    "Away."

    "Where?"

Wonyoung was silent.

    "Where?" Y/n repeated herself. She was eager to know where that love of her life went. Why did she leave her when she needed her the most? What was so important that she chose to go to a place, far from her embrace?

Yet Wonyoung remained silent.

The silence was loud and uncomfortable. Y/n's eyes averted around the woman's face, finding for an emotion, a reaction, or anything she could find. But what she found was her feelings coming back to her. Just when she thought she had moved on, the woman in front of her just had to come back.

    "Let's not talk about it, love." Her hand reached for Y/n's and brought it up to her face. A content sigh escaped her lips after the contact.

The audacity of this woman. How can you leave me then come back all while effortlessly making my heart beat for you once again?

    "What's important is that I'm here now, don't you think?" The woman smiled at her as she tilted her to the left all while having Y/n palm her cheek.

A sudden yet familiar urge swept by Y/n. Instinctively, her thumb caressed Wonyoung's soft cheeks. Meanwhile, her other hand made its way to cup the woman's other cheek. Her hands pulled the woman closer to her and her lips ghosted against Wonyoung's soft lips. She felt her lips quiver as she pulled away.

Her eyelids fluttered open and her gaze met hers. It was as if Wonyoung understood Y/n's hesitance, she nodded softly. She smiled at her knowing Y/n's silent question. She could see the nervousness in her eyes, in fear of doing something wrong, but in Wonyoung's eyes, Y/n could do no wrong, she was perfect in every way possible.

She dropped Y/n's hands that rested on her cheeks and stood up from her kneeling position as the girl's eyes traced up her tall standing frame.

Man, the power this woman has over me..

Her head dropped down as she smiled down at her ex-lover. "Let's go somewhere comfy instead." She said softly as she swiftly picked her up in her arms and surprisingly carried her on her shoulder, earning a yelp from the girl.

In shock, the girl can't help but feel the panic wash over her as she instinctively slapped the woman's butt while upside down. "That surprised me, you know!" She said in the most bratty tone she has ever released today.

A smile crept on Wonyoung's face, feeling the familiar warmth wash over her again. It was like this years ago, before she left. She missed Y/n's bratty attitude, and her bold and brave acts towards her, she missed it all.

Her pace began slowly but as seconds passed, her pace began to fasten, she was in a rush to feel her embrace once again after a fairly long time. Finally arriving at their destination, she plopped her down on her bed.

Y/n lays on her back, her hair fanned across the mattress, and her face showed a serene expression as the other stood there in front of her. Wonyoung gulped down at this sight.

Wonyoung laid down on her side beside her and Y/n watched her every move. Her doe yet almond like eyes trailed down to her every curve as Wonyoung settled herself beside her.

When her eyes started to trail up, their eyes met and both felt an electric shock that filled the void of their stomach.

    "I-." Before Y/n could even continue, Wonyoung shushed her by placing her index finger over her lips. Wonyoung's eyes soften as she gazes over Y/n's confused expression.

    "How on earth are you so beautiful?" She muttered under her breath. But instead of impressing Y/n, Y/n frowned at her.

She rolled her eyes at the older woman as she swiftly swatted Wonyoung's finger away. "You're the one to talk, you're the goddess here, dumbass."

After releasing those exact words, Wonyoung can't help but giggle to the flame that enveloped her whole soul. She leaned in a placed a gentle kiss on the girl's lips while her hand travelled to the curve of her waist.

Y/n practically melted into the kiss as  her hands travelled up her nape, pulling her closer to her.

Their lips danced in sync while the room filled in with a romantic filter.

🌈masterlist🩷

#wonyoung #jang wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x fem reader #ive wonyoung #ive #wonyoung imagines #female reader #fluff #kinda not really #but also yeah #but yeah #izone #kpop #kpop imagines

[lunatic-pudge]

Toothaches and Cuddles (Sniper x GN! Reader)

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It's 6am, my wisdom teeth hurt, and I'm caring for a very sick baby right now. I also haven't gone to bed yet either, writing this instead. Please enjoy my mid little story, I've never really written anything and posted it anywhere, so this is a big step for me. I know this isn't much, but I'm sleep deprived and trying.

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Pain. Searing, throbbing pain.

That's the only thing that can be felt right now. Pain. The worst part is where the pain is located. Deep in the recesses of their mouth. Hidden deep within the tooth, festering away. An agony that seems neverending.

Laying on the mattress in the camper van, holding the side of their face in excruciating agony, unable to do anything except listen to the music that softly played. The urge to bite down fiercely onto something is strong, like it would bring relief to the aching tooth, yet, it would only induce more pain, and another set of tears to spill. Damn that psychotic Medic for being away on a contract. It's like he knew that his help was desperately needed at the moment and chose to leave. What a sick sadist.

While they laid scrunched up in a fetal position, safely covered by a couple of blankets, they laid knowing that there beloved assassin would return soon, ready to embrace and comfort them, helping to temporarily alleviate the nonstop pain.

As if he had read their thoughts, the door to the camper swung open and entered the lanky huntsman. He wasted no time kicking off his cowboy boots and discarding his hat and sunglasses, climbing the ladder to join his darling in the bed. He laid facing them, engulfing their petite frame in his warmth. His embrace brought a comfort like no other. The throbbing toothache seemingly lessened a bit, making it not a major focus anymore.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, roo."

Who knew such a rugged bushman could bring such comfort. A serene peace fell upon the camper as the lovers laid intertwined within each other. Words didn't need to be exchange to know how much they loved each other. A gentle caress here and a kiss there, everything was peaceful. The music played softly into the air, helping to relax any remaining tension.

Pain a long forgotten memory now as they snuggled closer to their beloved. The sound of his heartbeat was strong, drowning out the music they were once listening to.

As the lovers continued to cuddle, slowly but surely, they began to drift off. Sleep pulling them both into it's spell. To whisk them off into another world where they'd still be together. A world where pain was not known. Before succumbing to the dream world, they made sure to make a metal note to give the Medic a piece of their mind when he came back.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #i hate having wisdom teeth :(

[kaminocasey]

CASEY!! Congratulations on 700!! That’s incredible!! Your writing is amazing and you are so talented 💖 For your celebration, may I please request prompt #6 with my favorite boy Fox? 🥰🥰

Erin, my love. I'm sorry again this took like five months lmao. I hope you can forgive me! I hope you enjoy this, because let me tell you, domestic Fox is such a favorite of mine. Love him. 💖💖

Warnings: Smuty-ish. Sexual content. Insecure thoughts.

WC: 700+

“Do you think we’ll always be together?” You whisper into the quiet room as Fox runs his fingers up and down the bare skin of your back.

“Why would you ask such a thing?” His fingers suddenly stop.

You’re about to apologize, hoping you didn’t upset him, but he turns you over on your back, towering over you. You can’t help but swallow nervously.

“I don’t know…” You shrug, running your hand up into his curls.

Fox’s eyes close instinctively, leaning into your touch. 

“There must be a reason.” He chuckles. “What were you thinking about?” 

“I don’t know.” You lie again.

“Oh really?” He opens his eyes and they somehow seem darker as he travels down your body, nipping slightly as he goes, making you squirm. When he settles between your legs, pulling them over his shoulders, he smirks up at you. “Wanna try that again?”

The truth was that you saw all the women fawning over the commander earlier in the night as you’d walked into 79s. He hadn’t seen you, but you saw him. And the six different women who were doing their best to woo him. Obviously it didn’t work. But that rude little voice in the back of your head is always saying things like “When will Fox be done with you?” or “He could have any woman in that bar, why would he choose you?” and you hated it. You normally weren’t so insecure…

“I…” You struggle as his warm breath settles over your own warmth. 

“Tell me and I’ll reward you, cyar’ika.” He purrs. 

A soft whimper escapes your lips as your fingers make their way to his curls again. “I-it’s stupid…”

“I don’t care.” He runs his tongue up your folds, just teasing you, before pulling his mouth away again. “Tell me.”

It’s a demand, and you know it. You never could say no to him. From the moment you’d met him, you’d hardly ever said no. And it was the same way for him. Everything you asked, he answered. Everything you asked for, he gave it to you.

“Please, cyar’ika…” He whispers, softly.

“I… I don’t want this to ever end.” You murmur, sliding your hand from his hair to his warm cheek. “I don’t want us to end.” 

“Oh, pretty girl… that’s what you're worried about?” He looks up at you, resting his cheek against your thigh.

You nod. “I see the way those women all look at you and I wouldn’t blame you if you chose someone… better.”

He sits up right then, pulling you up with him. “Listen to me, and listen to me good. You are the only person I want. I will always choose you. Understand?” 

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He moves to the head of the bed, pulling you into his lap so that you’re straddling his lap. 

“I know I’ve not said this before… but please believe me when I say it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d tear apart the entire galaxy before I let you slip away from me.” He tells you, fiercely, cupping your cheeks so that you’re forced to look at him. “I’m fucking in love with you and one day, after this stupid fucking war is over, I’m taking you somewhere safe and I’ll continue to give you everything. I’ll continue to give you myself. As long as you’ll have me.”

As words start to fail you and a lump starts to form in your throat, you crush your lips to his, fervently. His hands run up your back again and hold you against him as he flips you over on your back, kissing you harder, with more need. 

When his lips move to your neck, you let out a soft needy gasp. “I love you.” 

You believe every word he’s just told you and you know that he truly would rip apart the entire galaxy just for you. There’s not one doubt in your mind that you would do the same for him.

“Say it again.” He pulls away to look at you, grinning widely, watching your lips.

“I love you, Fox.” You promise him.

As he kisses you again, you think you feel that stupid little insecure voice finally fade away for good.

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#kc700 #kc700 celebration #tcw fox x reader #commander fox #commander fox x reader

[demdifferentstories-29]

Very softly placing butterfly kisses on your lover's skin up the length of their arm, either stopping at their neck, or drifting back down to their pulse point. For tentoorose pleaseeee🥺🥺🥺🥺

Thank you, queen <3 Read on AO3, or below the cut:

“Shhhh,” a voice whispered, not so quietly as they hoped to be, as two bodies stumbled up a stairwell. They clung onto each other and the banister that winded upwards with them, swaying side-to-side on unsteady feet. One pair of said feet was adorned with rather impractical heels, which made the whole ordeal even harder than it was. “We don’t want to wake the neighbours!” the voice whisper-shouted, pressing his hot, moist mouth close to his companion’s ear in an attempt at inconspicuousness.

The other voice tried to muffle her giggles, clutching onto her friend’s coat and trying to stifle a belly laugh that threatened to emerge and fill up the echoey space of the stairs. Tears pricked in the corners of her eyes, smudging her perfectly done makeup just a little. “Doctor, I’m pretty sure you already have,” she snorted, smacking a hand over her mouth as the need to laugh rambunctiously burned in her core.

“Oi! I have not!” the Doctor fiercely protested, his volume jumping to a louder level than previously. Their eyes widened simultaneously at the outburst and he mimicked Rose’s physical silencing with his hand over his own lips, shoulders shaking with contained laughter. 

“Oh my god,” Rose wheezed, tears trickling down her cheeks. She started to frantically wave at her face, clutching onto the handrail beside her. “Oh, bollocks, please get the bloody keys out,” she demanded, sniffling and gesturing to her clutch that was in his hands. “‘M about to wake the whole bleedin’ place up.”

“I’m trying,” he whinged softly, digging through it. “Where are the blasted things?” he questioned aloud as they continued to stagger up the final steps, now on the landing where their flat was located. His nimble fingers finally wrapped around the jangly collection of metal and he did a very good job at not shouting in triumph. He shook them at Rose with a smug grin and she just rolled her eyes at him, gesturing at the door.

After trying four different keys, they finally got inside their home, nearly face-planting on the carpet when they tripped over their collection of shoes in their very small hall that led into the living room and kitchen area. They giggled in the safety of their flat as they wrangled off their respective shoes, dumping them before staggering into the open layout. 

“Oh, why do you humans love getting sloshed like this?” the Doctor groaned, sprawling across the couch and covering his face with his hands. “I mean, it’s pretty fun and a brilliant demonstration of biology, but blimey it’s also difficult to deal with!” he complained, twisting and turning as he fought to get his coat off. 

“You’re human now too, you know,” Rose teased, straddling him and helping him wrangle off the piece of clothing. She tossed it onto the armchair adjacent to them and added her own denim jacket to the mix before sitting back on her haunches, admiring her lover beneath her. “You deserve to tick off all these human-y, domestic experiences you’ve never had before,” she declared, dancing her fingertips across his jumper-covered chest. He gazed upon her with a lazy smile on his lips, simply in awe of it all. 

In awe of the fact that he was here right now, sharing a flat with Rose Tyler, being introduced as her partner to new people like she had all evening at the pub crawl they’d gone on in celebration of the success of the dimension cannon, getting to kiss and touch and hug and love her without shame or fear, and knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.

It was everything he had ever wanted since meeting her in that basement all those years ago, and no words could describe the fullness he felt in his heart when he woke up every morning to the sight of her beside him.

He chose not to respond to her, instead bringing his focus to her hand. He grasped it, threading their fingers together and just admiring the smooth, creamy complexion he had found himself memorising every inch of these last few weeks. 

His stomach grew tight at the thought of what it would look like with a diamond ring on. A wedding band. 

He drew her knuckles to his lips and adorned a kiss to each one, staring at her as he did. She laughed softly at the gesture, eyes drooping and heavy from the alcohol and exhaustion of moving throughout London all night. His kisses started to trail up her arm, pulling her further down inch by inch until she was chest-to-chest with him. Rose giggled softly at the ticklish, featherlight sensations brushing her skin, wriggling and thrashing beneath the overwhelming touch. It was setting all of her nerve ends alight, sensitive and driving her mad. 

“Doctor,” she drawled teasingly in between laughter, feeling his grin pressed against her skin, “stop!” He chuckled lowly in his throat and ignored her half-hearted pleas, continuing to transverse across her flesh with his mouth.

“I don’t think I will, Rose Tyler,” he countered, flicking his tongue against the inside of her elbow in a moment of mischief before continuing his journey, mapping out her skin with the pillowy texture of his lips and butterfly kisses. 

He traced over the bare complexion of her shoulders, Rose having opted for a halter-neck top tonight, pressing one long, yearning kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder before following back down the path he had made. He stopped where her pulse fluttered in her wrist, sighing softly into the final kiss he left. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, running his thumb over the same spot. He still struggled to accept that this was his reality on some days. He could hardly believe that he had lucked out this good, and fixating on Rose Tyler’s signs of life often helped as reminders that this was in fact the reward he had wished for. He flicked his eyes back to her, their faces barely apart from one another, and she merely smiled at him, softly kissing the tip of his nose.

“I love you too,” she murmured back, snuggling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, basking in the feeling of his precious girl in his embrace.

Everything he’d been through — every terror, trauma, and pain — had been worth it for this.

#tentoorose #tentoo x rose #doctor who fanfiction #doctorrose #ao3fic #read on ao3 #timepetals #writing prompts

[laladellakang]

connect

masterlist | wattpad

their relationship was bound to happen in (almost) every universe, world and reality

happy belated birthday della (and me^^) and happy belated anniversary to my favourite poly couple. this is my longest fic at 5500+ words

"What did you think of the movie?" Jay asked Della, who was the only one who hasn't stated her opinion.

It was one of the rare moments when all the Enha members watched in the cinema together. They were all curious about the most-awarded film that just won best picture at the Academy.

"I didn't think it was gonna be that funny but it was hilarious," Della smiled. "It was hilarious and sad. It was really good. I loved it."

"Anything else?" Jake asked. They could all tell that there was something in her mind.

"I really liked Waymond.. and I cried a few times near the end..." they know her too well. She had more things in mind. "You guys know I didn't watch the new Doctor Strange movie, right?"

"Mm," they have an idea of where it's going.

"What Waymond said in the movie star universe made me cry, first off. But it also made me think..." she played with her fingers. "The multiverse thing is most probably fiction but I really hope that we get to be together in a lot more universes than this one. All eight of us."

"Don't think about it, darling. The multiverse isn't real and I'm sure our relationship would've existed in another universe if it was. Maybe even most of them."

washington, united states of america

"Shit. I think everyone has formed their groups," Alice mumbled to Della. "Looks like we're the only ones left.. again."

"Seriously?! What about Jen and..." Della frantically turned her head to her other friends. "Fuck, they have eight people."

"One, two, three, four..." she heard Alice count quietly. "Fuck, there are two groups of seven so we have to split."

"Shit..." well that's the price you pay for being friends with everyone so you're not in a specific friend group and only stick with your best friend. "Not lucky this time," she sighed at the thought of being separated from (practically) her other half.

"Yeah..." Alice was still looking around the class. "I just realised one of the available groups is with H7! All seven of them!" Della scrunched her face at the name.

"Please don't call them that, that's cringy as fuck," H7 is what the student body calls this one friend group. All seven students are in the basketball team and are all handsome. Hence the name; Handsome 7. "What about the other one?"

"Is everyone done picking the groups?!" the teacher asked out before Alice could answer.

"Not yet!" Della and Alice said in unison.

"Hurry up, you two. Ethan's group is open, Luke's group is open," great- it's pick your poison.

Either Della gets grouped with a bunch of boys- and H7 at that, or groups with her ex and his 'girl best friend' who never liked her.

"Good luck with H7," Alice whispered in her ear, getting up to sit with Luke's team without a second thought.

Now that's a best friend. Della couldn't help but smile at the thought. 

She grabbed her favourite pen and notebook before heading to where the seven popular boys sat.

She wonders why no one chose to sit here, considering the many fangirls they have. I guess they wanna be with their friends more.

"Sorry to squeeze myself in," she sat on the only empty seat next to number seven. Otherwise known as Will.

Will was always so smiley and friendly to everyone, he doesn't just stick around the popular kids. He's almost like the sunshine of the group. Yet he's a totally different person on the field. He does not play around.

"Not at all," majority of them said.

"Della, right?" number four, Johnny, asked. Johnny is straightforward and mature, somewhat like the leader of the group. Interestingly enough, his looks are quite the opposite. His eyes and fluffy cheeks resemble those of a cat. Absolutely adorable.

Take his smile away and you got yourself a fierce cat.

"Yeah," she smiled softly. "I'm sure you know that I know you all already."

"I'm Jake," number five- okay let's cut out the jersey numbers, cocked his chin up. Jake is known for his insane basketball skills and a real big flirt. Doesn't necessarily play with girls' hearts though. All bark and no bite.

"Ricky," Ricky cloned Jake's head cocking with raised eyebrows. Ricky is really cool. The way he looks, moves, talks, everything. Cool in general but his playfulness comes out within the group. They're all the same age, yet it's almost as if he's the youngest of H7.

"Hi," Della awkwardly said. What else was she supposed to do?

"I'm Will," "Johnny," two of them did the same.

"We've been in the same school for a few years now. I know your names," she chuckled.

"Well I'm Ethan," Ethan brought his hand out for a handshake. While Jake was the flirt, Ethan was the one who's an actual player.

Not really though. From what Della has heard, he treats his past girlfriends like royalty. She suspects that he's just desperate on finding the one... in high school?

"Hi Ethan. I'm Della," she grinned and shook his hand.

"Oh, so Ethan gets a personal 'hi' and a handshake?" Ben had his arms crossed, eyeing their hands with a lazy smirk.

"Hi Ben," her smile stayed as she rolled her eyes. Ben likes to joke around with his friends. Exclusively his friends. Everyone knows how loud and hyper he gets but only a handful of people can make him like that.

"So everyone has a group now right?!" the teacher yelled out again. "I'm going to explain the project!"

"Yes!" some students answered. The class immediately turned quiet to hear the instructions.

"I'm Jay, by the way," the guy across from her leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Nice to meet you, Della."

Della mostly remembers Jay from his parents who helped fund the school. Crazy rich.

Everyone's somewhat rich since they attend the state's top private school. But Jay's family is on another level. Even his uniform looks more expensive.

"Nice to meet you too, Jay," she made the mistake of looking him straight in the eye within close proximity.

He really is handsome. Straight out of a magazine.

"I hope you don't get bored of us. We're really looking forward to doing this project with you," they seem to be stuck in that position.

"Really?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Mhm," Della swallowed at how hot he sounded.

"Ditto."

seoul, south korea — txt & en- playground

"She's so pretty," Niki giggled to his hyungs.

"She's prettier in real life- how's that possible?" Sunghoon gushed to them quietly too.

"What did I say about talking about this in public?" Heeseung scolded. "People might hear and we haven't even debut yet."

"Easy for you to say. You trained with her so you know what she looks like up close," Jay chuckled.

"Aish- just don't make things so obvious. Stop staring at her."

TXT's Della is one of the country's top visual. Nicknamed 'Korea's Siren', it's no surprise that she has lots of admirers. Even her juniors can't seem to resist her charm.

"Should we talk to them?" Della asked her bandmates. "I feel bad. They keep looking at us but must feel so awkward."

The five other members looked at each other with a knowing look. Time to play wingmen.

"Let's go! But I need to head to the restroom," Yeonjun slightly widened his eyes to the boys, trying to tell them to leave with him.

"Wait! Me too!" "I'm coming!" "I need to go too!" "I need to pee!" they said at the same time.

"What?! Guys don't leave me here!" Della watched them all stand up. "I'm gonna go to the restroom too!" 

"NO No!" the members stopped her.

"You need to keep our seats warm!" Beomgyu tried to think of an excuse.

"But I would need five butts.." Della raised her eyebrows.

"Well..."

"You guys are being weird but I'll listen to you anyway because I trust that what you're planning is something good," she sat back on her seat. "Have fun doing your business guys!" she waved.

"We love you, Della! Trust the process! Please be your cool self!" Kai exclaimed before the five disappeared.

"She's alone!" Jake whispered aggressively to his bandmates.

"Subtlety! Subtlety!" Jungwon reminded when most of the guys turned their head to where she sat.

"Should we go say 'hi'? Say that we're big fans?" despite being a shy group, Enha wishes to do so many things and that includes making the first move.

They already talked earlier. What's so different now?

There's no hiding behind the other TXT members, that's what.

"The Tubatu guys probably did this on purpose," Heeseung mumbled.

"Should we just... go there?" Jay tried to confirm the plan.

"Yeah yeah, let's just-" before they could continue, Sunoo stood up from his seat.

"I'm gonna go grab a snack first. Wait up."

"Hurry back!" Niki called after him. 

Sunoo let out a sigh. He can't believe that every single one of his bandmates took an interest in the girl she's admired since her debut.

He doesn't own her or anything but well technically he liked her first.

Or maybe Heeseung did since they trained together for a bit.

"Don't you like macarons?" Della suddenly joined Sunoo in the snack table.

"Ah that surprised me!" he jumped, placing a hand on his chest. 

And he got even more surprised at the fact that the girl his members were gushing about was standing right there.

"Sorry, sorry," Della held her hand up with an embarrassed smile. She thought that it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the young group; by slowly starting with one member and eventually everyone else.

"Hello!" he quickly bowed.

"Hello," her smile changed to a warm one.

"How did- how did you know I like macarons?" he covered the bottom half of his face.

"I watched I-Land. You ate it in the first episode," she giggled.

Oh my God. She watched I-Land.

"Your cover of Crown was amazing, by the way. Absolutely did it justice," oh my God, she's complimenting me.

"Ahh thank you so much!" he bowed slightly.

"Listen.. I really wanna get to know Enhypen- as friends! Of course!" her voice had slight panic in them. "You guys seem really cool and sweet so..." she started to feel really shy.

"Of course! They really wanted to meet you too," the two looked at the other six and found them staring. They quickly snapped out of it to give her a small bow.

"Cute," she smiled. "I would love to get close- if you!" she stammered. "If you guys don't mind! I know it's risky for male and female idols to be close so..." Sunoo can't help but soften at her words.

He should be slightly jealous at how she wanted to get to know all seven and not just him, yet for some reason, he just felt warmth. Kang Della is interested in them. All of them.

"Don't worry. All seven of us would absolutely love to get close with you."

riverfield, webtoon world  [dara = sooha]

"Dara! Wait up!" Shion yelled out. 

Dara turned around to find her seven new friends walking towards her.

Or well... more like to the dorms.

"Shion! Hi!" Dara grinned when they caught up to where she was. "Are you all heading to the dorms?"

"Yup! We're about to go and hang in Solon's room though! Would you like to join?" Jino invited enthusiastically.

"Jino!" Solon scolded his friend through their mind-link. "What did I say about getting close to Dara?!"

"That it's an amazing idea to get her to be our friend?" Jaan answered.

"Pfftt.. friend," Noa held back a smirk. "You all act like you don't want more," they knew the youngest was right but didn't want to acknowledge it. Even Noa himself regretted saying it. Now his brothers might think that he doesn't want her.

"Solon's right. Dara shouldn't get mixed up with vampires, it's dangerous," Jakah said, his hesitance evident.

"Guys?" Dara waved her hand with furrowed eyebrows, unaware and unable to hear the vamps' conversation. The action also brought those boys back to what they were initially doing.

"Yes! Yes?" Heli was the first to respond.

"Were none of you listening?" she frowned slightly. There were seven guys there. How did NO ONE pay attention?

"No, I was!" "I was listening!" Shion and Jino said together in panic.

"I was just about to say 'that's great' and 'let's get going then,'" Jaan tried to make it smooth.

"I'm sorry Dara, I spaced out," Noa said, attempting to get points for honesty.

"Noa, how can you space out when Dara's talking?" Shion gasped dramatically.

"Like you weren't lying just now-" the bickering would've gone for longer if Heli didn't cut them off.

"Sure, Dara. Why don't we all walk to your room together and then move to Solon's?" Heli, being the one with actual telepathic abilities, was able to multitask perfectly. He was the only one to catch what Dara said.

'I'm flattered and would love to join, but I actually wanted to give you all a little something. Do you mind if I go over to my room to grab it real quick?'

"She wants to grab something from her room before joining," Heli quickly relayed the message.

"Perfect! Let's head on to Dara's room!" Jino exclaimed. "You coming, Solon?"

Solon's ears practically had steam coming out of them. He wanted to tell his brothers off for being so dumb and smitten over a human.

But it's not like he isn't too.

"I'm coming with. I wanna see what she prepared for us," Jakah intended his mind-link for Solon, showing how the older would be the only one absent.

"Fine," he grumbled before walking ahead of the group a little.

As they were making their way, he could hear his brothers laughing and chatting with Dara, causing him to be in an actual sour mood.

When he looked back once, he found that the girl was standing beside the eldest and grinning up at him.

'She probably only prepared something for Heli,' he internally scoffed. He was unaware of the jealousy he felt.

Yet once they reached her room, his predictions of the girl was oh so wrong.

"Hi! Sorry for the wait, so uhh..." she exited her room with seven small containers at hand. "This is a cream for whenever you get injured. It's supposed to work for everything, it's multipurpose. But if it doesn't work then just come to me and I'll give you something stronger."

She had actually thought about all of them. She noticed the injuries that they sustained during their last battle. 

"Nightball seems very demanding so you might use this up well," she giggled. She still believes that their injuries came from the sport.

Solon watched as she handed everyone their own cream, complete with a handwritten label of their names.

"Actually Solon, do you mind if I put this on for you? Your injury looks really bad," she looked at his forearm with worry. She had saved him for last.

"Yeah, sure," he practically whispered.

The seven boys silently observed as this girl carefully tended to the wound on Solon's arm, and they felt their hearts warming up (more). 

Solon wasn't exactly lovely to her, but she stayed patient and kind.

'Fuck being a human- I really like her.'

brisbane, australia — 2010

"DELLA!" the seven boys yelled out from outside Della's house. "DELLLLAA!" 

"No way..." Della muttered to herself and looked out her bedroom window.

There they are. Her very annoying, seven best friends.

"Della!" her mother called from downstairs. "The boys are here for you!"

"Just a second, mom!" she rushed to put on some socks and hurried down.

"Careful! Careful! No running!" her mother scolded. "Especially with socks, you might slip and fall."

"Sorry mommy," Della gave her a big hug as an apology. 

"Be careful, okay?" her mother reminded before opening the front door. "Hello kids!"

"Hi Mrs. King!" "Hello!" the boys said together.

"Is Alice not joining?" Della was putting on her shoes as her mother asked questions.

"Not today, Mrs. King. She had to go to the dentist," Johnny answered for the group, as always.

"Oh okay. What are you guys planning to do today?"

"We're gonna watch a movie in Jay's house!" Will replied enthusiastically. 

"Huh? Why are you all here then? Della could've gone with just Jake and Ben," Mrs. King pointed at their two (closest) neighbours. They all live near one another, but Jake and Ben lives two houses away from the Kings'.

"We wanna make sure Della was being careful and safe," Jay gave a charming smile.

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"The movie was so romantic!" Della gushed on once they were done watching. "Especially in the lanterns!"

The guys wanted to watch Megamind, but instead they got sucked into watching Tangled because that's what Della wanted.

They barely paid any attention and mostly talked throughout the movie, yet having them agree to watch her (already) favourite movie was more than enough to make her happy.

She has watched it a million times since it came out anyway.

"Oh I wish I had magic glowing hair! I can just sing 'flower bling and glow, let your power shine' and boom! I'll be young forever!" she twirled around in a daydream.

"We're seven, Della. Don't you wanna grow up a bit and then be young forever?" Ben brought her back to reality.

"I wanna be a kid forever!" Ricky spun around in circles. "I wanna be five and not go to school!"

"Yeah! I just want nap times and games in school!" Jake caught Ricky, making them fall into the large couch.

"Ben has a point though! I wanna be a dancer when I grow up! A real one!" Della was used to all the chaos of being friends with the seven kids. They just enjoy each other's company as is.

"I wanna be a dancer too! I wanna make a dance team and dance all around the world!" Ricky yelled.

"Guys! Let's make a team when we grow up!" Ethan proposed his idea.

"A team?" "What team?" everyone calmed down in interest.

"Any team! We can be a doctors team! A team astronaut team! Dancers! Police! Let's just make a team!" his little voice sounded so certain.

"I wanna be a biker," Jay calmly stated.

"Why a biker?" Will looked at him with a judging look.

"Bikers are cool. They ride motorcycles and have cool jackets," Jay shrugged. "I just wanna be cool."

"My mom says bikers are bad," Will innocently pouted.

"I wanna be a doctor," Johnny sat upside down.

"I wanna be a professional ice skater," Ben joined in. "Our jobs are so different."

"Well we can be a team of something else, it doesn't have to be our jobs," Della thought. "Let's just be together until then!"

"Be together until then?" Johnny repeated, sitting back upright from dizziness.

"Yeah! Like Flynn and Rapunzel! They were a team-"

"But they were only two people. We have seven!" Jake managed out whilst in the midst of play fighting with Ricky. 

"Eight if we count Alice," Jay reminded.

"No, Della's right. We can be a team like Flynn and Rapunzel when we grow up," Ethan thought.

"If we're gonna be like the movie, can I be Maximus?" Johnny randomly responded.

"Oh and can I be the king?" Will joined in.

"I wanna be Flynn! Agh!" Ricky raised his hand before getting tackled by Jake.

"I wanna be Flynn!" Jake protested.

"I told you that anyone can be whatever they want! We don't have to be like Tangled!" Della pouted. Sometimes her friends are impossible.

"What about Transformers?" Ben asked about his favourite movie.

"Oh maybe like TMNT," Jay grinned.

"Well whatever the example is, I'm sure we can be a team when we grow up," Ethan smiled.

"You really think so, Ethan?" Della said with a soft voice and soft eyes. "Even with me as a girl?"

"Girls can do anything, Della. My mama and so many films show it!" Jake and Ricky started to calm down down their play-fight.

"You're the most important part of our team, Della. I promise," Ethan looked into her eyes with the same amount of softness, maybe even more.

"Ouch, E. Good to know that we're not that important."

seoul, south korea — the YG building

"Like this-" the choreographer demonstrated a certain position to Della. "Ooh ooh, like that but- you gotta hold his arm so it'll be safe each time."

Kang Della's first single album will be released after just two years of Magnum's debut. As the most popular member of her group, the company agreed that a solo would be appropriate.

"We gotta keep you safe, superstar," the dancer she was holding, Jungwon, teased. "How else are you gonna break records?"

"Aish-" Della slapped his arm briefly before going back to her original position. 

"Actually, maybe it's best if you hold her, Jungwon-ah. I'm scared that she'll fall one day," the choreographer instructed. "So Della doesn't have to hold on to you but instead you... that's it."

"I'm not that clumsy, unnie," Della smiled but didn't protest. She knew that she was just looking out for her.

"Just in case, darling," the other dancers watched the three experiment with the song's bridge.

"You wished that was you, huh?" one of the female dancers whispered to Niki.

"No, I don't," he got really defensive. "She's a client."

"I mean... she's also our friend.." Niki didn't know what else to answer so he kept quiet. "Eyyy," she nudged his shoulder teasingly.

"No no, I'm seriously not jealous. I don't like her like that," he shook his hand.

"You would have to compete with the whole world anyway. Including your buddies," she looked at the five other male dancers.

"Nah, there's no competition, don't worry. I was just watching them."

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"Lucky Jungwon got to be paired with Della," Jake complained to his friends during their break.

"Aish- you got the whole world shipping you two," Sunghoon pointed at him. 

"At least you had that little moment during the fanmeeting," Jay also pointed at Sunghoon. "I was stuck with another member."

"Oh my God! Hyungs! At least you guys have something! All Heeseung-hyung, Niki and I have are group photos!" Sunoo protested. Those three always seem to be bickering.

"Isn't that a good thing? My DMs and comments are not filled with overprotective Della fans," Heeseung chuckled.

"You guys should be like me. Everyone makes shipping content of us even though we're never seen next to each other," Niki smirked.

"Lucky..." Jay muttered.

"I just want people to think that she's taken," Sunoo pouted. "Then people would stop hitting on her."

"Nothing could stop those guys and you know that," Jungwon wiped the sweat off his forehead. "They'll keep asking her out even with all kinds of rumours."

"You're right," "Mhmm," his friends all agreed.

"Where is Della anyway?" Jake asked.

"Should be here any minute n-"

"Sorry I took so long! A manager wanted to talk to me!" Della entered the room in a hurry. "Hello, my loves," she went over to place a kiss on their cheeks. "What were you all talking about?"

"How lucky some of us get to be seen with you," Niki crossed his arms. "And how other idols keep hitting on you."

"Again? Guys I turned them down already," she sat next to the youngest with furrowed eyebrows.

"No no- it's not really about that but more about how we wish we can just tell the world about us," Jake grabbed her hand for assurance. "We're not blaming you, darling."

"I really wish I could too," she sighed. "I love being an idol but sneaking around sucks real bad."

"Having seven boyfriends doesn't help too," Sunghoon lightly kicked Della's feet. His comment made everyone but Heeseung sigh.

"Heyy- I don't know if this helps but at least all of us being together makes it less suspicious! It's just like she's one of the boys!" the oldest tried to lighten the mood.

"Please use a different expression next time but you're right," Della scrunched up her face. "And since you guys are dancers, we get to be really clingy!"

It's true. Jake had the opportunity to be Della's love interest in a music video. Sunghoon got to be paired with her during a dance cover. Jay once made a cameo on Magnum's Youtube channel. Niki is one of the most popular members so they get shipped a lot, and now Jungwon gets to have a dance opportunity for her solo.

They're allowed to be seen together and it won't be too suspicious.

"Yeah, we're actually quite lucky, eh?" Jay smirked. "I love this relationship, y'all."

"Awww," they all teased, some of them even nudging and pushing him.

"CUTEE," Jungwon aggressively said.

"Cutee, "So cutee," "Awww aww awww," they teased him more.

"Ahh whatt?!" Jay turned around, embarrassed.

"Cute," Della smiled to herself, watching her boyfriends interacting.

"Della-ya," Niki whispered in her ear while everyone was distracted.

"Hmm?"

"Don't tell the others yet but I choreographed your other song," Della looked at him with wide eyes and a huge grin.

"No way! Congratulations!" he quickly shushed her. "Sorry sorry."

"There's gonna be a tiny moment with me. Nothing major like Jungwon-hyung's, but at least I get to hold you a little."

seoul, south korea — the hybe building

[let's pretend that all the guys are over 21 in this. there's nothing sexual but della is everyone's noona so it'll be inappropriate if she dates someone of their actual age]

"It's a bit..." Della's assistant hissed and tilted her head. "It's good now but it's missing something.."

"Is it the colour? Not enough red maybe?" Della agreed but couldn't detect the issue. The seven guys look good but they could look better.

"No no, I think Jake's pants are dark enough to match Jungwon's hair," the assistant pointed.

Della stayed silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what to alter, and it only hit her when Jay started subtly flexing his arms.

"Ahhh," a lightbulb went off. "Let's give Sunghoon a sleeveless outer," she gestured to Sunghoon.

"Sleeveless?" her assistant asked curiously.

"Jay is too revealing. We need to give someone else something sleeveless," Della explained. "We have that black vest, right? The leather one? I think we should give Sunghoon that."

"Is it here? Where is it?" she looked around for the said outer. "I think it's in the other room. I'll go get it."

"Oh, and can you please bring the black shorts too, unnie?! I wanna test it on Sunoo or Heeseung!" Della called after.

"Okay!" the remaining eight people watched the other stylist leave the room.

"I'm too revealing, huh?" Jay teased his secret girlfriend.

"The balance was off!" Della leaned against the closest boy, Jungwon. "You guys like the outfits though, right?"

It's been two years since Della worked at the company as a stylist and she was still lacking confidence in the outfits she builds. 

Enhypen has worked with middle-aged stylists for the longest time. She questions whether hiring a younger one was a good idea. 

"It's really cool, what're you talking about?!" Jungwon pushed her lightly. "The vibe fits the song well and we all look good!"

"It's really pretty!" "It's really cool!" "We look good!" the others complimented.

"It's just..." she stepped back again to look at the big picture. "Yeah, I think we need to change Sunghoon's jacket and Sunoo's pants..."

"Good. I was getting envious that Jay got to show off anyway," Sunghoon smirked while removing his jacket.

"Next time, I wanna show off my arms too," Niki told Della.

"Me too! But just wait a couple of months for me to prepare," Heeseung touched his bicep.

"Yah- tell that to your other stylist. I'm only responsible for comeback outfits," Della wrapped Sunghoon's previous outer around his waist.

"Can't you be our full-time stylist?" Sunoo pushed back her hair just as she put a belt on Jungwon.

"I would love to, darlings but I can't be seen when I'm only a few years older than you," she gave him a smile, now untucking Sunoo's shirt. 

"Shouldn't the world know that we have the hottest noona as our stylist?" Heeseung asked.

"Aishh- you guys flatter me too much," she stepped back to observe again. "I'm worried Jake and Sunoo look too plain.."

"Noo," they whined. "If everyone is too flashy then it'll be too much."

"Jay, give your gloves to Sunghoon please and please wear these, Wonie," she placed a pair of yellow gloves in Jungwon's hands.

"Hey- heyy," Jake put his hands on her tense shoulders. "Why are you stressing so much, babe?" his fingers moved to massage her. 

"I'm worried I might get replaced if I don't do a good job," she laughed nervously.

"You've been working with us for a few years now, they can't fire you that easily!" Sunoo looked at her in disbelief.

"Are they suspecting us?" Sunghoon asked.

"Mm," she simply replied, stroking Jake's hand around her waist now. The members panicked a little. "I don't know... I just found out today and they said they don't mind as long as I don't reveal it."

"Then what's the issue?" she leaned against Jake with a sigh.

"Pressure, really. It kinda feels like I have to work harder," the guys all let out an 'eyyy'.

"You're an amazing stylist, noona. You should look at the comments our fans post! They've been really loving our outfits since you were hired!" Jay rubbed Della's shoulder.

"How is a stylist able to work harder anyway?" Jungwon muttered. "If anything, we should work harder," everyone chuckled at his comment.

"Thank you, guys. Sorry about that- ACK!" she squealed when Jake nuzzled his face into her neck. "That tickles!" she tried to release herself from him.

"Don't go! Sorry, sorry!" Jake pulled her back and chose to nuzzle into her shoulder instead. "I'm pleasantly surprised that the company let it go that easily."

"We've been in the industry for years, of course they wo-" Niki cut himself off when the door opened and everyone immediately dispersed.

"Sorry it took so long. Here are the shorts and vest."

hanseong, korea — joseon period

"Father, may I go to the festival today? They're supposed to release the lanterns tonight," Princess Dahye asked the king.

"Tonight? Darling, your mother and I have got to attend a dinner remember?" his majesty replied with a frown. "We will be able to visit tomorrow, if you wish."

"I would love to go tomorrow, but I also really want to go tonight. The lanterns only happen tonight!"

Her father hissed and placed a hand under his chin, trying to figure a solution for his daughter.

"Your majesty, may I suggest?" his royal advisor spoke.

"You may."

"Perhaps the princess may come with Lady Ahyeong while the adults have dinner," Dahye immediately tensed up.

"That's a great idea," quick- think of something. "Daughter, what do you think?"

"It is indeed a great idea but unfortunately-" she took a deep breath. "Although Lady Ahyeong and I get along well, I am a bit uncomfortable with going out alongside someone I just met once."

"So do you have another suggestion?" a mischievous grin slowly grew on her face.

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"Mmm!" Dahye's eyes widened at how delicious the street food was. "This is absolutely divine! Jungwon-nim! Try this!"

The princess had convinced her father to let her off on her own- of course, with a few conditions that she proposed herself.

She would be disguised as a simple villager. Absolutely no riches and luxury will be seen on her. She would even go by the name of 'Dasom' to avoid suspicion.

She would also be assisted by a group of guards to completely ensure her safety.

And those guards are the ones who  always get assigned to her.

"Wahh, it's really soft," Jungwon told his friends.

"Ah really?" Sunoo raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Do you wanna try?" Dahye held up the food again.

"No no, it's yours," he shook his hand.

"Do you think we should move a little closer to everyone else?" Jongseong held a lantern on his hand. 

The group decided to sit on the grass a little further away from where the majority would raise their lantern.

"Here should be fine- give me that," Jaeyun reached for the lantern. "Usually people will write their wishes or the person they're in love with before letting go," he took out a small brush from his pocket.

"That's so cute! That's so romantic!" Dahye got even more excited.

"You wanna write your wishes?" Heeseung patted her head from behind.

"Something like that," she turned her head to look at him.

"Do you have ink though?" Jongseong asked Jaeyun.

"Should we use blood?" Sunoo giggled.

"Noo!" everyone else whined.

"Just use the sauce from the rice cakes!" Chulsoo referred to the stick on Dahye's hand.

"We don't have enough of it," Jungwon pointed.

"Let's buy more and ask for extra sauce," Heeseung proposed.

"Good idea. Sunghoon-nim!" Sunghoon's eyes widened when Dahye said his name. "Please get us two more rice cakes, my love," she handed him the coins while batting her eyelashes.

"Why do I have to do it?" he mumbled under his breath but did what was told anyway.

Once the guard returned, the seven boys watched as Dahye dipped the brush in the sauce before writing on the lantern.

"What do you plan on writing?" Jaeyun practically whispered, almost afraid to be asking.

"You'll see," she muttered.

The writings slowly got together and her 'plan' became apparent.

"Our names," Chulsoo breathed out.

"Do you think it looks okay?" Dahye finished with the last stroke before leaning back to look at it as a whole.

"It's perfect," the seven guards said in unison.

"We should light it up now," Jongseong pointed at the other lanterns, seeing how they were now all lit up.

Everyone all stood up, placing one hand on the lantern. Jongseong took the match included with it and lit the bottom up.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" they heard the crowd count down, releasing once they reach one.

They all silently watched at the beautiful floating lights that adorned the night sky.

"It's so beautiful," Dahye muttered, feeling arms wrap around her waist in a back hug.

"Nothing can compare to her highness' beauty," Jungwon whispered in her ear and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

Their love story will end in tragedy, they can all feel it. 

A relationship between a princess and a commoner itself was absurd, let alone a reverse harem with seven. Their romance was forbidden with absolutely no way around it.

Yet they let themselves hurt anyway, with pleasant moments like these to cherish and hold onto.

'Maybe we'll be together comfortably, in another life.'

requested: — nonidol!della — della as sooha — della in txt

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[double-detonation]

Double Detonation Chapter 4

Using my quirk at my feet, I accelerated forward faster than I ever thought possible, screaming, "Katsuki!" I caught him before he could land face-first on the concrete. I sat on my knees, holding him up in a sitting position while he coughed up some gunk. I cringed at the sight, patting his back gently. I didn’t really know what to say, my body was shaking as pros closed in on us. Katsuki groaned and turned his head to look at me, a small smirk forming. I looked confused as he spoke, his voice a bit rough from the near suffocation he just endured. “T-told you, th-at, you could move faster.” I frowned in annoyance. “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY JOKING AROUND RIGHT NOW!” I shouted, smacking him gently on the back of his head. He hissed. “Oi, what the hell woman!”

The pro heroes start praising my brother’s quirk for the sheer power he showed when he was captured. No, please, stop encouraging him. His ego is already big enough as it is. I groaned to myself. I looked over, hoping to spot Midoriya. Once I spotted him, I got up and walked over to him, frowning at his expression. “You moron, do you have a death wish!” The walking twig shouted at him. OH HELL NAW. I quickly moved my way over. “There was absolutely no reason to-” I pushed the man with white hair to the side, standing in front of Izuku. I crossed my arms and glared at both of them.

“I don’t fucking think so. There is NO way in hell I’m going to let you talk to Izuku like that!” I growled, looking back at Midoriya with a small smile before scowling back at the two men. “He was the only fucking person who tried to help my brother in there!” I spat. “You should be ashamed of yourselves! You both are heroes. You should be setting an example rather than chastising someone who acted more like a hero than you lot today!” I finished, turning back to Midoriya, seeing him standing and fiddling with his fingers with a small blush on his cheeks.

I walked over to Midoriya, giving him a gentle hug. “Thank you Izuku, I owe ya one, okay?” I smiled at him, causing his blush to deepen, turning him into a human strawberry. “I-I didn't really do anything m-major, it's okay! You d-don't owe m-me anything!” He stutters, waving his hands around nervously. I chuckle softly at his antics. “Seriously though, if you need something, just call me.” I waved him goodbye, heading back towards my brother.

“C'mom, let's go home ‘Suki,” I said, starting the walk home. Katsuki looks at Midoriya with a fierce glare before following.

It has been about a week and a half since the incident. Also, the same amount of time when I decided I was going to fully train my quirk and my body like I was supposed to. The feeling of not being able to do anything when someone I loved was suffering…never again. I started using my allowance money to pay for a gym membership. I purposely chose one that was an hour away so I could get in a good run every other day. I didn't really work out in my past life due to health issues, but damn it felt nice being able to run without dying from exhaustion. 

My favorite part of the gym has to be the rock climbing course. I can't just go around parkouring things without getting into trouble, but here, I can do it as much as I want. Though the adults watching get mad at me if I try to do stupid shit, joy killers. I try to improve my time on the course every time I come but sometimes I rush a bit too much and fall, ruining the run. Speak of the devil. “Ahh shit!” I yelled as I missed my footing, and fell on the floor padding. “Damn it!” I shouted in frustration. Knew I should have gone for the closer stone. “That could have been my best time yet,” I grumbled into my hands.  

“Woah, dude you good? You fell from the top level.” A guy's voice spoke. A hand reached out towards me.

Hearing a voice next to me, I looked up towards them. My eyes widened at this guy's very familiar appearance. Crimson hair and eyes…oh shit. “O-oh um, yeah I'm good,” I replied, taking his hand. He pulls me up, giving me his signature toothy grin. “That's good, even with the padding it can be easy to sprain your ankle or something.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Shit, am I seriously meeting one of my favorite comfort characters in person…BEFORE I EVEN ATTEND UA! Kazumi panic mode has been initiated, requesting backup.

I chuckled nervously, starting to pick at the skin on one of my arms subconsciously. “A-ah yeah, that would have sucked, my name's Bakugou K-Kazumi.” I stuttered, offering a slightly shaky hand to greet him properly. God damn it nerves, stop it, you're fine! I swear his eyes fucking sparkled at the gesture. Ugh, why is he such a fucking cinnamon roll in real life too!

“Sweet! I'm Kirishima Ejirirou. Are you new here? I haven't seen you at this gym until recently.”

Recently!? He's fucking been here and I haven't noticed! “N-no I'm not, I don't live near here, I live about an hour or so away. I just use this gym as an excuse to make me run.” I explained. 

Kirishima looked a bit shocked. “You run here for an hour!? Do you also run home?”

“Yup, though I don't go to the gym every day.” I'm too damn lazy to do that.

“Damn dude, I'd be too exhausted afterward to go running home, and I live nearby, respect man!” Kirishima laughs wholeheartedly with his sharp teeth showing, making me smile softly. “When do you normally leave?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Eh, about 7:30. Gives me enough time to be home before curfew.”

Kirishima looks excited for a moment before calming himself down. “Would ya by any chance want to spar some? I- haven't really got many friends that would be willing to go to the gym with me- it's okay if that's a no tho!”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket for a second to check the time. I still have about an hour before I have to leave. I shrug, shoving the phone back down. “Sure why not.”

I regret agreeing to this.

I thought I was getting better at hand-to-hand combat fighting Katsuki. But God, he was kicking my ass, and that was without his quirk. Kirishima sent a quick, and hard kick to my side, making me kneel down, gasping for breath. I was on the floor panting, fuck. I almost wonder if Katsuki has been holding out on me, but I know he wouldn't do that. Fucker is too prideful to not go full strength. I held my hand up to signal a stop. “J-Jesus Christ red, what are you made out of.”

“S-sorry didn't mean for it to hurt that much.” He laughed nervously as he helped me up. “I got thick skin, even without my quirk.” 

I already knew what it was, but if I was going to build any friendships with anyone, I can't just be some weirdo who knows almost everything about them right away. “If you don't mind me asking, what's your quirk?” I asked gingerly, knowing it was a rather sensitive topic for him.

“Eh..my quirk is Hardening.” He replied with a voice that was a bit solemn, holding out his arm, turning the skin into a rock-like texture. “It's not very flashy but I'm aiming for the hero course of UA, which is why I'm here training.” He said, looking at me. “What about you?”

I frowned at his tone. Poor baby needs to build more confidence. “Mine is called Explosion. As the name suggests, I can make explosions with my hands and feet using my sweat.” Kazumi explained. “I would show you but…I would rather not accidentally blow anything up right now, sorry.”

“It's all good man, but I definitely want to see it one day, it must be pretty flashy if it's explosive!” Kirishima exclaims, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh shoot!” He pulled his phone out, unlocking the screen to the contact list page. “Mind if we swap numbers since you live far away? I'd love to keep in touch.” He asks, handing me his phone.

My face lights up at the thought as I make a new contact. I click the camera button, taking a quick selfie before typing in my phone number. This is exciting! The only people I have on my phone are my family and Midoriya. I finish up the information and hand the device back. “Text me and I'll save the number,” I said as I picked up my backpack. Kirishima and I walk towards the exit, the sliding glass doors open and we step onto the sidewalk.

“Bet, it was nice meeting you Bakugou!” Kirishima smiled, waving me goodbye as I walked off. I nodded, lazily raising my arm to wave it. “Yeah, you too,” I said, stepping up the pace into a sprint as I headed home.

I huffed as I made my way through the door. Hearing a notification from my phone, I threw myself on the living room couch and dug out my phone from my pocket. “Hey, it’s Kirishima! Thanks for the great day!” I smiled widely, instantly typing him back. “No problem man, I had fun even if you were kicking my ass.” I sent a message back with a laughing emoji. What I didn’t realize was that Katsuki heard me coming home and that he was currently behind me, watching.

“What the fuck, since when did you use emojis, and why are you smiling so goddamn much.” He demanded, throwing so many questions at me unexpectedly. Hearing his voice, I jumped, closing my phone with a slight blush. “N-none of your business! Stop stalking me!” I shouted.

Katsuki narrows his gaze at me, a shit-eating grin forming. “OLD HAG, KAZUMI HAS A BOYFRIEND.” I jumped again at the volume, my eyes widening. “Katsuki!” I yelled, jumping over the sofa to tackle him to the floor. A woman's voice from the floor above shouted. 

“WHAT!?”

Ending note: Hey everyone, sorry that this chapter took a bit longer to write than the others. I took a bit of a break last week since I was a bit tired from work and didn't have the motivation to write. I did start, but I never finished and I hated it for a while because I was unsure of what I wanted to do for it. I figured it out tho so I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

#fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #deku #bnha #katsuki bakugo #kirishima eijirou #twins #siblings #bakugou x twin sibling oc #aizawa #eraserhead #all might #yagi toshinori #inko midoriya #anime

[brwnicons]

Can you do a ofmd one? Also do you do platonic ones? If so can you do like a modern!reader that goes back in time and somehow appears on stede’s ship? Reader has a father/child relationship with Ed and Stede! If you don’t wanna you don’t have to! And please tag me !

☆ Platonic writing makes me so soft I love it <3 Hope you like it! ☆

Platonic Ed & Stede x Young!Modern!Reader

Tags: Gn!Reader, Fluff, Platonic relationship, Ed & Stede are together

TW: None that I can recall!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

☆☆☆

A cradling feeling startled you and as you opened your eyes you could feel something really odd about your surroundings. You could feel a tight rope attaching your body to a harsh surface by your abdomen, making it unable to move or run away. The hot sun hit your face with fierce and could only furrow your brows and squeez your eyes shut, softly whining little asks about where you were.

"Why, good morning, lad!", a blond man dressed in clothes proper from a British history book looked at you with a smile, "Welcome to The Revenge! I'm the Gentleman Pirate and you're now our dear prisoner. We all hope you enjoy your instance here."

And with the blink of an eye, you ended up became adopted by a couple of gay pirates that were curious about your manners and clothes. Phew, what a life, uh?

▪︎ At first it's difficult for you to adapt to the new era. Stede and Ed only notice that you act a bit odd around everyone but associate it with your lack of interaction with people or some kind of social anxiety.

But the truth is that you have to be careful if you don't want to end up mention something you shouldn't by accident (you once comment that you wished to have your camera with you when watching a sunset with Stede and you almost faint when they asked what you meant by it)

▪︎In the end, Stede gets used to your "unusual speech" and plays along, thinking that it might be because you're young. However, it's better to not try to explain him what poggers or lol means.

▪︎Ed, on the other hand, is entertained by hearing you speak and say your usual, weird expressions. He always breaks into laughter when you call someone a hippie or when you tell him something like "yasss queen slay!" when he shows the new outfit Stede chose for him.

▪︎Ed is highly probable to be calling anyone on the crew bestie. Izzy hates it with all of his soul.

▪︎Of course they spoil you rotten with snacks, clothes, jewelry... If you enjoy reading Stede buys you every book he finds. About books, one of Stede's favourite activities to do with you is to read together in his room, ocasionally commenting something from any book that has surprised either of you. You could be together, reading the same book or reading separately while deep in a comfortable silence. Either way, the love and warm comfort can be felt in the atmosphere.

▪︎Ed will teach you how fight! Though he never lets you try to fight against some real enemy since he is afraid you'll get hurt. However, you can try the art of fuckery with him and mess with your enemies!

▪︎Needless to say that the work of cleaning the deck has /casually/ never reached you

▪︎When you dock to some island or village, they love to wander with you, showing you everything around

▪︎You three end up at some food stand enjoying some cold drinks and a snack of your choice

▪︎About food. If you feel nostalgic because your favourite food hasn't been invented yet, you can try to describe it to your fathers captains and you can be sure they'll try as hard as they can to replicate it. Who knows, maybe you can teach them new recipes! [You'll know whose fault was when archeologists happen to find a hamburger and date it more than 100 years before it should]

- [This last Izzy blurb is free because I may be a person but, before, I'm an Izzy simp]

He doesn't accept your incorporation at first, thinking you are too young to be a pirate and that you would only be a burden. In fact, he is only worried about you. He thinks you're too young to enter the bloody world of piracy and violence.

However, it doesn't take much until you make your way into his heart and win his love. He is the one that insists on you learning swordfighting and how to defend yourself more or less. He may be grumpy, but he won't ever yell at you and he's always for you if you need someone to cry on and ask for advice.

If Ed and Stede even fight and you feel lost he's there to comfort you, assuring you he would speak to Ed about it [as much as he hates their relationship].

#stede x reader x ed #stede x ed x reader #ed x reader x stede #ed x stede x reader #ed x reader #ed x stede #stede x reader #stede x blackbeard #stede x ed #izzy hands #izzy x reader #izzy x male reader #izzy #ofmd izzy #izzy hands x reader #platonic #x reader #x you #x y/n #ofmd #ofmd x male reader #ofmd fluff #ofmd x reader #ofmd edward teach #ed ofmd #x oc #stede x you #ed x you #izzy x gn reader #izzy x you

[arc-misadventures]

The Desired Touch

“Oh, Vixen, you cannot be here!”

“I will be wherever you need me to be, my dear, Euphene.”

“But, our statures; you being my families sworn enemy, and me be the princess of your foresworn foe… The stars above will never align in a way that our love may be a pure beacon of peace, and joy! I beg of the, let go of this forbidden love for me that I may be of peace!”

His hand gently cusped her face, daring their eyes to one another in a deep wanting embrace…

(Blake…?)

“Oh my sweet forbidden rose, it is nothing but our hearts that deem us unworthy of one, when we boy know it to be true. Be dammed those who say because of who we are we can not be together. For our hearts, and bodies do speak the truth of our innermost desires.”

“Our desires are forbidden for a reason, Vixen! The consequences of our unholy union could be disastrous in ways we couldn’t possibly imagine them to be! I implore you, let these feelings go!”

Blake made to move away when her secret lover pulled her into a tight embrace, and refused to let her go. As Vixen slowly, and softly whispered into her ear.

“Our desires…’ So you desire me my love…”

A soft kiss was placed upon her neck, causing, Blake to stifle a moan pf unrestrained pleasure.

(Blake…?!)

“More than you could possibly imagine, Vixen… But, we must control our desires, for they will never be what we wish them to be. Such is our fate as… Ahh~?!”

Vixen’s hand soon rod up underneath her dress, his calloused hand running up, and down her succulent thigh as he whispered passionately in her ears.

“To hell with fate that others deem we must take, let us this night chose our own paths in this mad forsaken world. And, let this night be one of unimaginable pleasure, ecstasy, and love. Forget the world my love, and let this night be all about us, and no one else my love.

Blake, could feel tears fall down her face as she pushed her love away. A blissful smile etched across as she stared lovingly into her lover’s eyes.

“Then let us leave this night as we desire my love, and let our bodies say the words we fear to say…”

“I love you, Blake; my heart is yours since the first day I laid eyes upon you.”

“And, mine yours since that fateful day, till now, and forever, Vixen…”

A war may rage about them, but in this moment as the two lover closed for their forbidden kiss it did not matter. All that matter was this…

(BLAKE?!!)

~~~

Blake: Wha?! Huw what…?!

Blake cried in alarm as the book in her hand fell from it, as she quickly moved her hand that was resting between her thighs to the side to support herself from falling out of her chair.

Her eyes quickly darted around taking in her surroundings; She was still in a hidden alcove in the library, and to her side stood, Jaune Arc, whom had a fierce blush across his face as he stared her down.

Blake: H-Hi, Jaune… Need something?

Jaune: (Would you kindly stop reading you cheesy smut! I can feel you emotions from the other side of the library, and I don’t like it!)

Blake: I’m not reading smut, w-what are you talking about?

Jaune glared down at, Blake causing her to recoil in shock as a flood of emption entered her mind. Passion, lust, desires in an unrelenting tide batter her mind before slowly fading away, leaving her calm, and at peace.

Blake: Whoa… Oh gods… that was intense…?! D-Did I accidentally do that to you…?

Jaune: (Indeed… It was most unpleasant.)

Blake: Oh… Sorry… I guess this is that psychic feedback you were talking about.

Jaune: (You are correct; This is one of those psychic feedback moments. I am able to repress such emotions from entering my mind, this time however…)

Blake: Sorry… It was just getting to the good part after a whole lot of build up! The author is a notorious tease, but damn is she good!

Jaune: (Fascinating…) Sigh… (Look, Blake, I know I can’t stop you from reading you books, but please keep it to a simmer, not a boil. Please, for my sake?)

Blake: Don’t worry, Jaune, I promise it won’t happen again.

Blake’s smile of assurance slowly fell as, Jaune stared the poor faunas down.

Blake: …

Blake: You can tell if someone is lying to you, can’t you?

Jaune: (Easily in your case.)

Blake: Gods dammit…

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #empath au

[littleoddwriter]

edward nashton x angel!reader? (could be metaphorically or literally) 😳 where he asks forgiveness and the angel releases his sins in a UHMMMM way? 👉🏻👈🏻 (beautiful seggs)

Forgiveness | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Angel!GenderNeutral!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hey there! Thanks for the request, I really hope you like it! I kinda left it open to interpretation whether or not Reader is really an angel or not, heh. :')

summary; After Eddie kills the mayor, he asks you for your forgiveness. Minors DNI.

notes; Angel!Gender Neutral!Reader; No specified terms for Reader's Genitalia; Religious Themes; Sins and Forgiveness; Sexual Activities; Light Dom/Sub; Light BDSM; Bondage; Penetrative Sex; Riding; Coming Inside; Unprotected Sex; Crying; Begging; Short Fic.

To Edward you were an angel. If you truly were one or not, he didn’t know, and he was okay with not knowing. 

All that mattered was how gentle and kind, yet fierce and righteous you were. 

You fought for what was right. You treated him with kindness. You loved him. 

And in turn, he loved you to pieces. He felt it with every fibre of his being. He was obsessed with you. 

And he knew that he was lucky to have you at all. You could have chosen anybody else, but you chose him. That definitely made you an angel in his eyes. 

A saving grace. 

That was exactly what you were and what you were doing right now. You were saving him, like the angel that you were.

After he killed the mayor, he felt relieved, good even; but he knew it was wrong. Murder was a sin.

Would you hate him for what he’s done? 

As it turned out, though, you didn’t hate him. You helped him forgive. You freed him from his sins.

The method might have been strange to others, but not to him. This was exactly what he needed. 

He needed to feel you around him. He needed to let you take control. And he needed you to tell him that he was good, that he was forgiven. 

Thus, he was currently lying on his back with you on top of him, straddling him as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. His wrists were crossed and tied to the headboard of his bed. That was something he’s asked for. Ed knew he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and this was both punishment and an attempt to save his soul after his deed. He couldn’t allow himself to touch you with his filthy, blood-stained hands until he was clean again. 

Your hands weren’t touching him either, as you supported yourself by holding onto the mattress below him. 

Groaning, Edward involuntarily thrust up his hips, meeting you on your way down. Skin slapped against skin, creating a loud, harsh sound in the room. Both of you moaned in unison. 

“Please,” he pleaded, sobbing it out over and over again, “Please, please, please.” Tears had gathered in his eyes and started to slip, rolling down the side of his head and disappearing into his hair. 

“‘Please’ what, Edward?” you retorted, fucking yourself hard and fast with his cock, as though he wasn’t a real person beneath you, worthy of pleasure. And he wasn’t, was he? He didn’t deserve it. Not after what he’s done.

“Please forgive me,” he begged, “Forgive me. Please! I’m sorry for what I’ve done. He deserved it. I had to do it. Please. You have to forgive me!”

Moaning above him, you looked down at him. 

At last, you touched him with your hands. Stopping your brutal rhythm, you just sat on him and brought your hands up to his face. Gently, you wiped his tears away and combed his sweaty bangs to the side.

“Sh, sh, sh,” you shushed him softly, “I know, baby. I know.”

Slowly, you rotated your hips, making Ed moan quietly.

“Come for me and you’ll be forgiven,” you told him decidedly, keeping a steady pace.

It was over as soon as it had begun.

Edward couldn’t hold back anymore and came deep inside you, moaning and writhing beneath you, as he strained against the rope that bound him to the headboard. He was desperate to feel your skin under his fingertips. 

“Good boy, Eddie,” you smiled, raising your body to let his softening cock slip out of you. Then you loosened the rope to free his hands. “You are forgiven.”

“Thank you,” Edward whispered and immediately brought his hands up to pull you down on top of him, chest to chest, so he could kiss you, while he let his hands roam your body. “I love you. Thank you so much,” he murmured in-between kisses.

At last, he felt clean again. 

#no reader didn't come but that was on purpose lol #nsft fic #gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral y/n #edward nashton #ed nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler #the riddler x reader #dano riddler #dano!riddler #dano riddler x reader #paul dano #danonation #fanfiction #fanfic

[ceterisparibus116]

If you could meet Matt -show or comic- and ask or tell him something or warn him about something, what would it be?

oh my gosh I've been thinking about this ask forever. It's so good and so deep.

First, are we assuming that he'd actually believe whatever I told him? Because as I've talked about before, I don't think someone else's opinion will ever change Matt's mind. He'll do what he thinks is right, even if everyone else says it's wrong or stupid. And if he thinks he's doing something wrong, he will continue to believe that, even if everyone else insists that it's okay, that it's normal, that it's understandable, or even that it's good.

But if we assume that he'll believe the thing...aaaaa. So many possibilities. Like, yeah, I'd want to tell him something like: "You are not a burden" and "Your friends are not better off without you" and "Please consider asking Jessica Jones or someone to back you up sometimes so you can heal your broken ribs and take a nap."

But also, like...gosh. As a Christian. I desperately want Matt to come to a healthy view of how God sees him. Maybe I'm just projecting my personal experiences, but if that clicked into place, everything else could more easily fall into place as well. When you can stand (or, as the need arises, fall) on the knowledge that God sees every single part of you, even the worst parts, and loves you anyway, and promises to bless the world through you, and promises to continue shaping you into the truest version of yourself...then it makes sense to realize that you're not a burden, and that your friends aren't better off without you, and that it's okay to ask for help.

Maybe I'd just tell Matt to read the book Gentle and Lowly because wow does it do an amazing job at softly saying, "Hey, I realize that most of us assume that God is impatient with us or frustrated with us or grossed out by us or just tired of us, but that's because we project onto Him the kind of love that we have experienced, and even the kind of love that we sometimes pretend to give. But that's not who God is."

As the book describes it, God's heart is drawn to us in a unique way when we are at our worst. When we are so despondent that we feel like our soul has shriveled. When we are so angry with the world that we feel like we're burning up from the inside. When we keep making the same mistakes until we can truly, honestly, fiercely say that we hate ourselves. In those moments when we instinctively feel that God is farther off, the truth is that God actually comes even closer.

After all, that's the story of Jesus: a God who was perfectly fine living in a world where everything is the way it's supposed to be (seriously: no lies, no betrayals, no petty misunderstanding, no hate, no illnesses, no disasters...), but who chose to enter into our messy and broken world, and who deliberately and passionately sought out the people who were the most rejected, the most despised, and who most despised themselves. And why did Jesus do that? In order to love them in a way they'd never been loved before.

Anyway. Yeah. Not to get all preachy, but if I knew Matt irl, that would be the thing I would most want to share with him.

What would everyone else want to say? 👀

#matt murdock #daredevil #meta #religion #christianity #asks #ask me things i'm friendly

[sapphireginger]

Paw Patrol: Chapter #7

Summary:

The wolf whined softly. “Please don’t go. Please stay.” “I told you I would stay but I won’t stay in the same bed with you. I can’t.” ‘I can't give in, can't let you in, can't dip my toes in or dive in because I'll never want to leave. Don’t ask this of me because I know I’ll give in,’ Stiles thought to himself.

AO3 Link

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Depression

Everything seemed so bleak to Peter now and he just felt at a loss of what to do. The last thing he wanted to do was give up on courting Stiles but really it seemed foolish to hope when he so clearly wasn’t interested anymore. Peter didn’t blame him either. What man, supe, or being alive would even deign to consider courting someone who had brought them poison even if they were ignorant of the trauma associated with it?

The wolf snorted and downed three shots of wolfsbane laced tequila. He put his hand up to get the bartender’s attention. “Another round.”

“You sure buddy? That was your fourth round,” the bartender said with a quirked brow that Peter interpreted as judgmental.

“I’m sure that you shouldn’t question a man who is trying to forget who he is just for one night.”

The bartender quirked his other brow as he gathered another round. Before setting them in front of the morose wolf he asked, “What’s got you so desperate to forget?”

Peter huffed and realized he wouldn’t get his alcohol until he answered. “I tried to court the man I love, and I fucked it up so badly that there is no way to salvage it.”

“How do you know?”

“How do I know what?”

“How do you know that you can’t salvage it?”

Peter huffed a bitter laugh. “Because despite my best intentions behind my gift of court, he was furious with me. My daughter still gets to see her friends of course but I don’t get to be close to him anymore and I hate it.” The wolf wasn’t fond of how loose his tongue felt at the moment.

“What did you get him that made him so furious?”

Deciding that he might as well just bare his soul for how low his inhibitions were, Peter launched into the whole story. He told the bartender how he had carefully selected the best strains of Catnip, Foxglove and Wolfsbane, how he had used the evidence garnered by observing the twins and the man himself, how he had narrowed down what werecreature the man he wanted to court was and chose his gift based on that. 

“It sucks because this man is beautiful, smart, gorgeous, loyal, fierce, smells so fucking good and he’s like so much more.” Peter scrunched up his nose at his usage of the word like. “Do you know what he did the first time we went to his shop?”

The bartender was washing a couple glasses and tilted his head. “Nope. What did he do?”

Peter sniffed. “He calmed my daughter down from a panic attack. The scent of lavender was overwhelming and so soothing. I wanted to bury my nose in his pale throat and just inhale his natural scent.” Had the wolf not already realized he was talking to a shifter, he’d be horrified at how easily he was revealing his status.

With a small smirk the bartender gestured to the remaining shot glasses. “Are you still planning to forget?”

The wolf stared at the two seemingly harmless shots, as if they were mocking him and growled in annoyance. The fight left him, and he slumped forward, resting his chin on his crossed arms on the bar top. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Well, how about I comp those and you don’t have to pay for them either way, whether or not you drink them.”

“Why would you do that?”

The bartender shrugged. “Why not? You’re having a rough go of it dude.”

Peter nodded and sighed. “I don’t know what to do,” he mumbled.

“Have you talked to the guy?”

“Nope. He won’t even look at me and the last time I saw him, he slammed the door in my face. I just want to love him, and I can’t when I’m on ice.”

The bartender watched as the wolf downed the last two shots and then proceeded to bury his head in his arms. He shook his head as he pulled out his phone with a smirk on his face. 

[Theo] Hey Jax? Remember that wolf that tried to court Bambi? [Jax] Yeah. What about him?

Theo looked at the wolf and felt a small pang of pity and empathy for him. 

[Theo] He’s a lovesick puppy dude. Seriously. [Jax] He’s there? [Theo] Yep. Just told me everything and the poor guy is a mess.  [Jax] Sounds like someone else we know. [Theo] Exactly. What do you think about calling our furry friend for a Lunar Lift? [Jax] Oh, he’s going to hate you so much. [Theo] Maybe, but he’ll thank me later. [Jax] You’re an asshole. You’re lucky Stilinskis don’t break their promises. Don’t come crying to me when he kicks your ass. [Theo] You just wish you’d thought of it first.

Theo moved over to his chat thread with Stiles and shot off a text.

[Theo] Hey Bambi. I got a Lunar Lift request for you. [Stiles] Seriously dude? It’s after one in the morning. [Theo] And? We both know you wouldn’t have replied if you weren’t still up. [Stiles] Well, yeah but only because the twins are with Ally and Izzy tonight and I had some potions to work on. How bad is the supe?

Theo glanced at Peter who was mumbling and sniffling. 

[Theo] Morose. Depressed. Mumbling. Crying. He’s a mess dude. Doesn’t that just pull on your heartstrings? [Stiles] I hate you. [Theo] Love you too.

Ever since Theo had opened up the Lupine Legend Lounge, Stiles had always helped get people who were plastered home for him. Stiles himself wasn’t a drinker and therefore was always sober enough to do the Lunar Lift. He didn’t want to come after everything that happened with Peter, the twins learning about their mother and so on, but he made a promise and Stilinskis never broke their promises. Thankfully the twins were with their aunt and uncle tonight and other than a couple vials remaining, Stiles had completed his potion work to fulfill all the orders he had received.

So, with a sigh, he grabbed his keys, his phone, and his wallet. Then he pulled on his jacket and shoes. After making sure the house was locked, he hopped in Roscoe and headed to the bar. Once he arrived, he left his jacket in the jeep and headed inside. Without his jacket he was in just a white t-shirt that showed off toned muscles and tattooed arms. The ink honed his magic, his spark abilities but it also looked cool and each of them represented something important to him.

He caught sight of Theo and made his way over. “Hey. So, where’s the—”

“Stiles?”

Stiles froze and the look he gave Theo was so full of anger that Theo actually took a step back and raised his hands placatingly. ‘I’m going to kill you for this,’ Stiles mouthed. 

Theo gulped and turned to help the last few customers. 

The scent hit Stiles as he turned to face the man who had called to him. Peter was drunk as a fucking skunk, and it made Stiles’s gut clench uncomfortably. He himself didn’t like alcohol and never drank which made him the perfect person to call when it came to picking up the drunk skunks—or drunk pups in Peter's case. “Peter,” he ground out. 

Peter smiled slightly and then sniffled. “You said my name.”

Stiles scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brow. “Uh, yeah? Is that a bad thing?”

“Oh, not at all but you never look at me or talk to me anymore. I miss you.”

A light blush formed on Stiles’s cheeks and when he glanced at Theo to renew his threat, the man simply quirked a brow and gave him a knowing look. Of course, the coyote had thought this through and had decided he’d had enough of Stiles’s own moping and pining. Whatever. “All right, well let’s get you home, Peter wolf.”

Peter stilled and shook his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because then you’ll leave again.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation. “I won’t leave until you’re sober enough to be left alone.”

Peter hiccupped and cleared his throat. “What about Cas and Reyn?”

“They are with their aunt and uncle this weekend. So, I’m all yours for—” Stiles cut off and shook his head, hating how he felt so out of sorts. “Let’s go. If you’re not with me when I reach my jeep, I’ll leave you here.” He spun and marched towards the door confidently until he felt the heat of the wolf right behind him. Stiles wasn’t sure what it said that he left his back facing Peter as they made their way to his jeep.

Once the wolf was in the passenger seat of the jeep, Stiles got in and started it up. He knew where Peter lived by heart now and started in that direction, doing his level best to ignore the way he could feel the wolf’s gaze boring into the side of his face. He was so torn right now. A part of him wanted to preen at having the man’s attention solely on him while the other part of him was just anxious to get away.

They arrived at Peter’s house before long and Stiles merely nodded at Cora when she answered the door, quirking her brow in question. Stiles didn’t give any answer to the hundreds of questions he could read in her eyes. She left and went next door to her own house, leaving Stiles to get Peter settled. True to his word he didn’t leave the wolf alone, but he did put his foot down when Peter tried to get him to snuggle in the wolf’s bed.

“No, Peter.”

The wolf whined softly. “Please don’t go. Please stay.”

“I told you I would stay but I won’t stay in the same bed with you. I can’t.” ‘I can't give in, can't let you in, can't dip my toes in or dive in because I'll never want to leave. Don’t ask this of me because I know I’ll give in,’ Stiles thought to himself.

“Okay,” the wolf whispered, releasing Stiles’s hand as the amber eyed man headed to the hallway. “Stiles?”

Said man paused with his hand on the door jam and glanced back at the sleepy wolf. “Yes, Peter?”

“I love you. Thank you for this dream.”

Before Stiles could say anything in response, Peter was sound asleep, leaving the weretiger spark frozen in shock. He tried to ignore the warmth spreading through him at the love confession, but it was nearly impossible. He sank down onto the couch in the living room downstairs and clutched at his chest. “He loves me,” he whispered, his ears popping out and his chest rumbling with a pleased purr. That was how he fell asleep after shooting a text to Ally and Izzy about what had happened.

#bad things happen bingo #bad things happen #teen wolf #square filled: depression #steter #kid fic #steter mini bang 2023 #steter mini bang #steter bang 2023 #bthb #card two #chapter 7

[diorgirl444]

Hi there Flo! It is me Sarah again! And I was wondering if I can have a Outsiders ship please?

Physical Appearance: I have long brown hair with blonde highlights, ocean blue eyes with bluish-purple glasses, I have a curvy but lean body with strong calves thanks to the years of dancing (cheerleading and ballet), horse-riding, running and jumping, I am 5'1 feet tall, I have pale-tan skin with freckles on my face and also I got random moles and freckles on my arms and legs as well and people say I got a smile that can brighten up any room.

Personality: I am an open-minded, kind-hearted, optimistic and friendly girl with a love of learning things like zodiac signs, MBTI types, crystals and Disney etc. I can be very impatient, stubborn, naive and I am also in the spectrum so I can be blunt and quirky only because I see the world in a different way from other people but I see the good in people no matter what and I am loyal and dependable to my friends and family and when someone hurts my friends and my family I can be fiercely protective all over them.

My type for a perfect person: I just want to be my best friend and partner in crime, I want a gentleman or gentlelady who will be proudly hold my hand and being glad that I am their girlfriend, I want someone to bring me flowers and compliments everyday and being the mother/father of my future kids someday and treat me like a queen all the time.

Sexuality and Pronouns: Bisexual (Both male and female preference) and She/Her

MBTI Type: INFJ-T

Big Three: Sagittarius sun, Cancer moon and Aquarius rising

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Enneagram Type: Type 2 (The Helper)

Temperament Personality Type: Sanguine-Choleric (The Influencer)

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Likes: Singing, dancing, acting, writing, reading books, typing, watching Disney movies, Zodiac signs, MBTI types and crystals.

Dislikes: Mean people, vegetables, yelling, someone who hurts the ones I love the most and bullies.

Random Facts: I've been in the school musical productions for 5 years and my childhood nickname was Sarah-Bear.

your perfect matchup is 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

because johnny doesn’t have a job or attend school i think you too meeting would be a real coincidence.

like you’d really have had to bump into each other in order to meet.

so i picture you at the drive in theatre with your separate friends and you start fancy a sweet treat so you walk over to the little kiosk that sells snacks but to get to it you have to pass the outsiders.

dallas started hollering and harassing you but to johnny’s surprise you stand up for yourself basically telling dallas to back off.

to johnny this is insane, girls never tell dallas to leave them alone.

and just as dallas is about to make another comment johnny surprises himself by saying “shut up dallas”

he watches you walk off and in that moment he realises he can’t let you leave without at least learning your name so he summons all his confidence and runs to catch up with you.

when he reaches you he apologies for dallas’s behaviour and you thank him for helping. 

he flushes and shyly asks your name. 

softly remarking how such a pretty name suits you. 

he tells you his name and on his hand you write your number with a little heart telling him to keep in touch. neither of you realise that this is the beginning of something very special <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

you two are the kind of couple that no one expected but when they find out it just makes perfect sense.

he honestly can’t believe you chose him over everyone else and he can get kinda of insecure so you have to remind him that he’s the one you chose.

intj x infj compatibility means that you two are completely on the same wavelength about things.

his favourite moments with you would be the two of you just quietly sitting together holding each other.

he hangs onto your every word; he’s so enamoured with you.

he’d love to read play scripts with you such as romeo and juliet or far from the madding crowd.

he’s not very rich so he can’t afford lavish gifts so instead he makes like bead bracelets for you.

and if his home is becoming too unsafe he stays with you.

you also end becoming close friends with the rest of the gang so like you discuss horse-riding with sodapop, plays with ponyboy, mickey mouse with two bit and you have a long chat with dallas about the line between flirting and harassment.

needless to say everything is better for johnny now you’re in his life and i’m sure you feel the same. <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

hugs and kisses, flo <333

#matchups #matchup request #matchup trade #the outsiders #s.e. hinton #johnny cade #ralph macchio #sarah <3 #mutuals <3