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arminsumi · 8 months

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I want to kiss you / キスしたい

G. Satoru

NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.

WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok

Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.

Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.

"Hi."

And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.

You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.

Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.

He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.

So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.

Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;

暑い。

It's hot.

There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.

Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.

Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.

One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.

キスしたい。

I want to kiss you.

He looks at you expectantly.

You type back to him.

Then kiss me.

それからキスして。

He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.

Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.

The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.

Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.

Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.

"It was your eyes for me." You said.

"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.

"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.

"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"

"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.

"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."

"Ooh, did you?"

"How is this surprising? We're married??"

"Oh yeah."

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 20 days

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Come Home With Me (part 1)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: angst

a/n: was sorta crying while writing this, i love this sm..there’s going to be part 2! hope you enjoy it!

From the first moment one of your close friends told you she was getting married, you knew you'd have to mentally prepare for the fact that on her wedding day, your ex would be there.

It wasn't just any ex. It was Carlos Sainz. Your first true love. The boy you thought was the one. The boy with whom you were the happiest ever and for whom you thought there was no one else after him.

But things don't always work out the way we want them to. There is no greater pain than when two people who are made for each other meet at the wrong time.

Even though you both knew it would be difficult, you didn't want to give up on each other at first. When you met, you were 23 and he was 28. You were in the middle of finishing college in Madrid, which meant a lot of responsibilities, a lot of sacrifices, a lot of hard work and effort, a lot of suffering. And he just signed the contract with Ferrari and wanted to prove himself, show what he can do, show that he deserves to be where he is, he focused all his time and energy on his career.

You pushed together for two years, you tried somehow to find time for each other, but over time it became too difficult. He had no understanding of your needs, he devoted himself too much to work and, if you were the one to ask, in the end he gave up too easily on you, on the two of you.

Being with him was difficult at times, but being without him was countless times worse.

Even though you were very young when you first started dating, you wanted everything with him. You didn't see yourself with anyone else but him, nor did you want anyone else but him. And he, 5 years older than you, for him you were not his first love, but you were his greatest. You were his niña. That's how he used to call you. His niña bonita.

You were the one who ended things with him, but that didn't ease your pain at all. On the contrary, you expected him to fight for you, to say okay, we'll find a way to solve this, but he didn't. Therefore, you couldn't wait to finish college and return home to Monaco. You adored Madrid, you fell in love with that city as much as you did with Carlos, but after the breakup it was simply impossible to stay where every street, park, square, every corner where you were together reminded you immeasurably of him.

And so two years later, when your friend Isabella told you she was getting married and that Carlos would be at the wedding, you knew you weren't ready to see him. Two years later you had a new boyfriend Andrew, but deep down you knew you never got over Carlos.

Isabella was the one who introduced you to Carlos. The two of them have always been good friends, so it was logical that he would be invited, but you didn't think about it at all because you tried to suppress every thought about him. You knew you weren’t ready, but there wasn’t nothing you could do about it.

When that long-awaited wedding day came, as you all watched the bride walk towards the altar, you couldn't help but search for his face in the crowd of people in the church.

You shifted in place the whole time, your knees rocking back and forth. Even Andrew noticed something was going on with you.

“Are you alright, love?” He startled you when he asked. You almost forgot Andrew was standing right there behind you.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” You gave him a fake reassuring smile just so that he doesn’t ask any more questions.

You searched and searched and suddenly your eyes stopped at the last row of benches. There he stood, in a dark blue suit, his hair brushed to the side and freshly cut, more beautiful than ever. When you saw him, you didn't know that his brown eyes had already been watching you ever since he entered the church.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears as your gaze met his. It was the perfect moment to pretend you were crying for Isabella walking down the aisle.

“You sure you’re alright?” Andrew whisper-asked again.

“I’m just emotional, everything’s okay.”

In the evening when you arrived at the hotel where the wedding party was, your idea of having a good time was long forgotten. The venue was beautiful and luxurious. Everyone was happy, dancing and enjoying the newlyweds' day, only you were extremely nervous because you could feel Carlos' eyes on you all evening.

You tried to ignore him, to relax with a few drinks, but it was simply impossible to pretend he wasn't there.

“I'm going to go out on the terrace for some fresh air, okay?” You turned to Andrew who was talking to a friend that was sitting next to him.

“Okay, love. Give me a kiss.” He said. You leaned down to peck his lips before taking a glass of champagne and heading out.

There were a few people on the terrace, but you found an empty corner for yourself. You leaned your elbows on the fence and took a deep breath, closing your eyes in front of the night lights of beautiful Monaco.

Feeling the cool breeze on your skin, you wished it would take away all the pressure and sadness you carried with you. You wished that it would clear up everything cloudy in your mind that has been preventing you from moving on for two years already.

After about 10 minutes, you pulled yourself together and wanted to go back inside. Just as you finished up the champagne from the glass, you turned to go inside, but suddenly your breath stopped when you saw none other than Carlos standing behind you with his hands in his pockets and watching you with tilted head.

Your heart started pounding like crazy and your body froze in front of him.

“Carlos..” You barely spoke in a whisper.

“Y/n” He said quietly taking a step closer to you making you take a step back until your back hit the fence.

You didn't know what to say, what to do, even if you wanted to run away, your feet were as if glued to the floor. You just stood there in front of him looking straight into his eyes.

“What are you doing out here alone?” He asks breaking the silence between you two.

“I just needed to get some fresh air, that’s all.” You weren’t lying.

“Did my presence make you nervous?”

“No, your presence here doesn’t have anything to do with me.” But now you were.

“How have you been?”

“Good, very good actually.” Another lie.

“You’re not gonna ask me how I’ve been?”

“That’s none of my business anymore, so no. I don’t care.” He nods his head at your untrue words looking down at the floor.

“So who is that boy you came with?”

“That’s Andrew. My boyfriend.” You say biting the inside of your cheek. You almost felt guilty for calling him your boyfriend. Andrew. You were sure he was gonna go look for you if you don’t come back soon. “I should go. He’s probably looking for me right now.” You say trying to walk by past him, but he stops you by pulling you back by your elbow.

“Don’t go yet.”

“Why not? We have nothing to talk about.” You pull your elbow out of his grip, but you don't leave.

“Because you never left my mind.” He says. “Or heart.” He adds.

“It’s a little too late for that. You should’ve thought about that before you let me go.”

“Y/n, you were the one who broke up with me. I never wanted to end things between us.”

“You didn’t want to end things between us yet you gave up on us without a fight, so easily Carlos..” You fought with yourself not to cry. You didn't want to look weak in front of him even though you wanted to let him know how much he hurt you.

“That doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better or what?” You asked with a sneer. “I have a boyfriend now, I moved on Carlos. I’m happy.” You say hoping you sound convincing at least to him if not to yourself.

“You’re lying, I know you are. I can feel it.” He takes another step closer until you can feel his breath on your skin as he looks down at you. He puts his hands on the fence on either side so that you are between them. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but you know you’re always gonna be mi niña. Mi niña bonita.” Your heart aches and trembles at the same time at your forever favorite nickname. He puts his hand on your cheek as he leans very close to your face.

“Carlos, stop..” Your voice cracks as you lean your cheek into his hand.

“Come home with me, baby. Please.”

“And where is that Carlos? Where is my home?”

“Your home is in Madrid, with me.” His hands move from your face to your hands taking them into his and bringing them to his lips.

“You know, while Isabella was walking down the aisle, I couldn't help but imagine that it was you, and that I was there waiting for you at the altar.” Tears just flowed down your cheeks as you listened to him say everything you once wanted to hear.

“Remember how we used to fantasize about it. I still want all of that, y/n. Letting you go was the biggest mistake ever. I am so sorry baby.”

“Yet you never cared enough to look for me. Your words don’t match your actions, Carlos.” Once again you pull yourself out of his grip and step away further from him. Listening to him was causing you too much pain especially because you still wanted all of that as well, but your pride did not allow you to surrender to your emotions.

“Because I knew you were suffering and I didn’t want to be the reason of that! I’m sorry, y/n, I wish I could go back in time and make you stay.” He says flustered, waving his arms.

Right in that moment, Andrew’s voice interrupts you breaking you from your bubble in which you found yourself in completely forgetting where you are.

“Y/n?” You quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks and the smeared mascara under your eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry too, Carlos.” With that you leave him standing there on the terrace as you turn around and head towards Andrew.

part 2

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moonstruckme · 4 months

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Hey lovely!! Once again have been binging your page, and I saw you mentioned the lack of sirius in your request and I had this idea the other day! So it’s been like the longest day of classes and reader comes back completely slumped like ready to sleep a thousand years and sirius comes in to see her snuggled up in bed, his sweater on, and knocked out cold. Then he is all soft and wipes off her makeup (because half the time I fall asleep with it on and wake up w mascara smudges) and reader wakes up full of sleepy mumbles to sirius. Preferably female reader but if your more comfortable with neutral obviously do what you’re more comfortable with! Much much love to you and your writing 🤍🤍

Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting!! Much much love to you back :)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 895 words

Sirius very nearly sits on you.

He thought you were out and was planning on waiting in your room for you to get back, but now he sees the evidence of your presence: your bag discarded in a heap by the door. You’re hardly more than a sliver of forehead and the tips of curled fingers sticking out from under the bedspread. He reroutes the second he sees you, straightening from his near-sit and biting his tongue to contain a curse. Your breathing is heavy and whistles slightly on the way in. You’re out cold.

Sirius’ heart feels unbearably tender in the way it often does around you. He swears, when he gets like this even a toothpick would be a lethal weapon against him. He’s a boy made of mush.

He pulls the bedspread down so you don’t smother yourself, revealing your lovely face with tiny smudges of mascara caked under both eyes. And the collar of the sweater he’d found missing last week, the one you’d claimed to know nothing about. Sirius has every right to be angry about that. At least ostentatiously indignant, as is often his preference for dealing with your rare offenses. But the sight of you makes him more fond than is reasonable. You’ve pulled his sleeves down so only your fingers peek out, and the collar is all scrunched up under your cheek, and Sirius is fucked.

He is absolutely, totally fucked. There’s just absolutely no way he’s got enough room in his heart for this much love. It very well might kill him.

He keeps moving to give his heart something more productive to do. You’ll wake up feeling frustrated and extra lethargic if your eyelashes are sticky with mascara, and Sirius knows your routine well. He finds the supplies in your cabinet and barely breathes as he swipes the makeup remover over your skin with careful fingers, wiping away the traces of your day. It had to be a long one, to send you so deeply into sleep before the sun has even finished setting. The dying light illuminates your face while Sirius works. He tells himself it’s good for practical purposes as well as just making you look especially lovely. He can have both.

Your eyes take the most persistence, and that’s when you start to rouse.

“It’s just me,” Sirius says softly when your hand twitches up as if to feel for his wrist. “You fell asleep with your makeup on.”

“Oh.” You relax impossibly further under his touch, voice breathy and dulled by sleep. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, gorgeous.” He gets the last of the mascara off but isn’t ready to be done touching you, brushing the back of his forefinger along your hairline. “What’s done you in so early, huh?”

Your eyes open for a moment, like you want to make sure he’s really there, before closing again. A pinch appears between your brows. “Headache,” you mumble. As if remembering your misery, your head sinks into his sweater like a chrysalis.

Sirius’ brows pinch too, though your eyes aren’t open to witness his sympathy. “I’m sorry, lovebug. Did you take something already?”

You hum in unhappy affirmation.

“Hasn’t kicked in yet?”

A halfhearted huff. “Or it’s not really helping.”

He cards a hand through your hair, rewarded when the tension in your features eases slightly. “I’m sure it will, we’ve just got to give it time. Anything else I can do to help?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, come on, sweet thing.” He’s wheedling, covering a tad of desperation with a good heaping of teasing. “You know, I’ve been told that just looking upon me can cure a myriad of ailments. I’m like—what do the muggles have? Their god-human guy.”

You crack an eyelid, the dryness of your expression undermined by a twitch of your lips. “Are you saying you’re Jesus?”

“I’m saying that I’ve been told I’m sort of like Jesus,” Sirius corrects you with a grin. He rubs at a nonexistent smudge of makeup on your cheekbone. “So there’s got to be something I can do for you.”

You release a great, heaving sigh, like your boyfriend is really asking a lot of you. But when you look up at him, there’s a familiar shyness there. “Do you wanna just lie with me for a bit?”

“Baby.” The teasing leaves Sirius immediately. He softens like dough in your hands. “Of course I do.” He shucks off his shoes before shuffling out of his pants, knowing your rules about outside clothes in bed trump your occasional bashfulness when it comes to nudity. There’s nothing sexual about this anyway. You tuck into Sirius as soon as he’s close enough, and he brings his arms around you protectively, one banded around your ribs and the other curved over your shoulders so he can cup the back of your head. “Don’t be silly,” he whispers with faux malice, kissing your hair. “I always want to do whatever you’re doing. Are we going back to sleep?”

“Maybe,” you hedge, but Sirius can already hear your voice stretching. You’re slipping away even as your head eases closer to him, your breath tickling his collarbone.

He tries to match your languid tone to help along the process. “Sounds good, gorgeous. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Your reply is barely audible, but Sirius’ heart warms nonetheless. “I know you will.”

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cactuscoolerr · 5 months

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⋆｡˚. pinky promised kisses - itoshi rin

• notes: this honestly has nothing to do with pinkie promised kisses.. i just love mitski a lot ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

• warnings: mentions of fighting and injuries, other than that, none! fluff content!

• not proofread!! sorry.. ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

immediately after reaching the top of the stairs, you made a beeline to your boyfriends room. blinded by annoyance, you were unintentionally stomping, slamming his door open and standing beside where he sat at his desk with an annoyed huff and messy hair.

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

rin only sighed, glancing at you before looking back at his computer screen. "what do you mean?" his tone showed his clear annoyance of this situation. "what is it now?"

he was just as confused as you were upset. he seriously couldn't understand why you were so pissed off right now since he was just sitting there, minding his own business. he didn't even know you had come over to his house. that only meant that his mom invited you over. 'of course..' rin rolled his eyes at the thought. you were her favorite after all. she considered you her daughter.

still pissed off, you grabbed onto rin's chin and forced him to look your way, only to press your finger into the big bruise that had formed on his cheek. when he winced, your gaze softened slightly before gently running your thumb across the now scabbed gash on his cheekbone, then the cut on his lower lip. "didn't i tell you not to pick useless fights with that teammate of yours..?"

though your touch was gentle, your words were harsh alongside the glare you burned through his face.

a heavy sigh fell passed rin's lips, leaning back in his chair before turning his head to pin his focus back on the screen of his dimmed laptop.

"it wasn't useless.." he muttered, answering rather quickly.

you studied his face as he fell back into his once calm state, his face becoming more blank and stoic like. it made it nearly impossibly to read his mood. he definitely wasn't calm with his eyebrow twitching at the mere presence of you still next to him.

"oh yeah?" you scoffed. "it wasn't useless?" your gaze remained on your boyfriend, even if it was the side of his face.

rin nodded slowly, not moving his eyes from the screen in front of him. "he was pissing me off.. so I did something about it. you got a problem with that?"

"how in any way is that a valid reason?" a hint of confusion was new to your tone, your eyebrows pinched together as you tried to think about his thought process. "you could've gotten even more hurt than you already are, stupid"

finally rin's eyes left the screen, but only to turn to you with a cold look on his face for a few seconds before looking back towards the screen. "..it was worth it" and if he cared just a bit more, he would've shrugged. his only goal was to justify his actions, feeling that it was completely valid on his end.

"and was it worth losing the fight?" your arms were now crossed, at any moment your foot would begin to tap with how frustrating he was being.

his glare returned towards you yet again, replying in a sharp tone. "i didn't lose.."

"i literally saw shidou.. he didn't exactly look as beat up as you do" your retaliation with paired with a mean glare, just wanting him to stop being so stubborn, admit that he was wrong and promise not to fight anymore.

with a shrug, rin replied. "..i still didn't lose" he insisted, even as your glare near penetrated his soul and being. why would he admit he was wrong? even as you huffed and glared, he wouldn't satisfy you.

"oh yeah? how did you win then?"

"he stopped fighting and ran off.." rin went ahead and lied straight through his teeth so that you'd be convinced. in reality, even he felt like he had lost the fight. it was easy to tell that he lied though. his expression and words didn't seem to match at all.

your eyebrows raised, a smile threatening to fall to your lips at how ridiculous he was being. "uh huh.. you're such a loser.."

at this point, rin was fed up with your attitude as a sigh fell passed his lips. he just stayed quiet as a response since he didn't know how to answer to your words. it also seemed to you that he was giving up on trying to convince you of his so called "victory" now.

"so was it worth it?" you questioned, taking his silence as a one up on him. "your black eye, busted lip and nose? the cut on your cheek?"

he looked at you again after letting his gaze fall towards the floor. at this point, he was annoyed by your questioning. rin thought about your question for a few seconds before speaking up again. "..yes.."

at his serious tone, you snorted out a laugh. "you cant even make a fist because your knuckles are so fucked up.."

"and would you win if you got in a fight like that?" rin slight raised his voice, now completely annoyed with you mocking him. "I'd love to see you fight and still walk away with your perfect face still in tact like that"

you only shrugged, not really caring about his dumb hypothetical question. its not like you were stupid like him and got into fights over the dumbest shit. "you literally lost this fight and got your ass beat.. I don't wanna hear any of this from you, honestly"

rin stayed quiet yet again for a few seconds before sighing with a roll of his eyes. "fine.. I lost. you happy now, brat?" he finally admits after your constant pushing, though there was still a bit of annoyance towards your attitude.

"exactly," you huffed and pushed lightly on the bruise on his cheek. "you don't have to act tough in front of me.. I already know how much of a tough guy you are" your gentle cooing made rin frown, even more so when you pinched at the fat on his cheek that held the bruise that still very much hurt him.

"you're so annoying"

a soft giggle fell from your lips at his words, finding that there was no real anger in his tone. even if he held a deadpanned expression and let out a tired sigh along with it, you still looked at him with a certain gentleness that had only been reserved for him. "I just worry about you.."

this time, a sigh sounded from you as you crouched down to be level with his knees, taking one of his hands from on top of his desk to study his knuckles. of course they were busted and bruised. "you scare me when you fight, you know.." another sigh. "I hate knowing that you're hurt, stupid"

rin just sat there as you made a fuss over his injuries that he didn't think were all that serious. to him, you were being dramatic, but he seemed almost resigned to your actions at this point.

"you don't have to worry about me.." rin spoke up again to try and comfort you at least a little bit. "I can take care of myself.."

you sent glare upwards towards him, bringing his knuckles to your lips. to gently kiss his sore skin. "I'll always worry about you whether you like it or not" rin listened to you sigh.

it was hard for rin to understand why you were so concerned about him. he wondered about it as he stayed quiet, watching as you pressed a delicate kiss over each of his knuckles. it had only been a few months that you and rin had been dating, so there was no possible way that you could've cared that much about him.

"..why do you worry so much about me?"

"you know why.." your tone was nothing short of annoyed as you looked up at him. "we've been friends forever, you know.. the only thing new about our relationship is the romance aspect.. its not like we were strangers before dating"

your point was clear to rin but he still just stared down at you with a calm yet blank expression on his face. "what if.." rin paused slightly before sighing and continuing "and what if.. I said that we should stop dating.." it was a simple what if question that rin wanted to know your response to. nothing more and nothing less.

"do you want to?" you asked calmly, though your mind was anything but calm. internally, you were panicking and wondering if that was what he really wanted to do.

his long pause made you think that he was contemplating it before he shook his head no. "I don't.." it seemed as though he didn't want to hesitate anymore. "I want us to keep dating" he says, glancing down at you to study your reaction, though you hardly gave him one.

"good" you sighed softly and kissed his knuckles again to hide your relieved expression. "why'd you bring that up then, idiot" rin felt a sharp pain as you pressed on his bruises with an annoyed glare to show that he pissed you off.

rin scowled as you messed with his injuries again, feeling annoyed at the pain you were putting him through. "you were getting frantic and worried about my injuries.. so I just wanted to check"

it was true that that was the reason for bringing it up. a part of him was afraid that the reason for your outbursts to his injuries was because you couldn't handle the idea of him constantly being hurt in the fights he got into. he was afraid that you were growing tired of this situation and him altogether, but that wasn't the case. you just loved your boyfriend, which rin found slightly hard to wrap his head around.

"that doesn't even make sense.." you muttered, your warm breath fanning across rin's already warm skin.

"it doesn't, does it..?" rin sighed softly, keeping a gentle gaze on you continuing to mess with his bruises. he was really starting to feel the stinging in his hand, even from the soft feeling of your plump lips. "..but, please don't do that anymore.."

"hm..?" through your pretty eyelashes, you looked up at rin with slightly tired eyes. still, you peppered the most gentle kisses you could muster across his knuckles.

rin couldn't help but notice how pretty your eyes looked, your gorgeous eyelashes as you gazed up at him through them. he felt heat rising up to his cheeks as he watched you continue to kiss his bruised skin, even if it was continuing to hurt him. "please.. I'm starting to feel it even more now.."

something close to a whimper fell passed your boyfriends lips, making your heart skip a beat, though you tried to continue your act of nonchalancy with a huff and a slight roll of your eyes before continuing to kiss against him.

"kissing makes it better, crybaby"

he just sighed, letting you do as you pleased, though to him it seemed as though you didn't care that he was feeling a bit more pain than he was previously feeling. "even you know that kissing doesn't actually help.." rin still looked down at you, though he was a little more annoyed now.

"it does.." you argued with a huff. "it helped when we were kids.. remember when we were six and I fell? you kissed me on my lips - even though the injury was on my knee.." you muttered, making rin's face warm in embarrassment, yours doing the same. "- and i immediately felt better after the kiss.."

that was something rin did remember. by that point, rin already had a huge crush on you and he wanted to test out something he had seen on the 'adult' movies- that were really just cheesy romance movies - that his parents would watch. and that was kissing, even though he wasn't entirely sure on how to do it at the time. "fine.." rin caved with a small huff, still looking down at you.

"..you can continue doing it"

a few more minutes of kisses to his skin passed, halfway through making rin turn towards you and give you his other hand so you could reciprocate your actions to his neglected hand. the more your soft lips touched his knuckles, the more yours and his blushes grew. it was beginning to grow harder and harder to ignore. and finally, you pulled away to look up at him, once again through your long eyelashes.

rin finally noticed the blushing on your face. to rin, you had looked even prettier than rin had ever seen you, making him exhale shakily and his hand twitch slightly from where you still held it gently in your own warm hand.

"better..?" your voice was slightly shaky and hesitant. rin gulped as he nodded slightly, a small smile threatening to take over his face as his lips twitched, growing more nervous with how you were looking up at him. "a bit.." he breathed out, trying to force himself to sound more calm than he felt, trying to relax with your lingering kisses.

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #itoshi rin x reader #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin fluff #rin itoshi fluff #rin itoshi x reader

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mrsbarnesblog · 6 months

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barbie

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: Bucky takes his best girl to watch a Barbie movie and then spoils her with gifts.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Bucky being the best boyfriend, he's healing your inner child.

Author's note: it was inspired by Barbie movie when it just came out. I think that Bucky is that type of boyfriend who would do everything possible to make you happy<3

You had been excited about the Barbie movie since the day you found out that it was in the making, and you may or may not have annoyed Bucky with it like a million times.

You begged him to go see it on the day of the premiere, and even if at first he really wanted to say “no”, he couldn’t.

Yes, he was your grumpy old supersoldier, but he would do anything to make you smile.

When the tickets started to sell, it was almost impossible to find one because people went crazy about this movie.

When you finally had time to look for the tickets, they were sold out. Obviously. Even if you didn’t say anything, Bucky saw sadness written on your face when you didn’t get the tickets for the opening night, and it hurt him to see you that way.

So, as the best boyfriend in the world, he got them for you.

Yes, there was definitely one good thing about being a famous Avenger: you could get almost everything.

You and Sam also taught him how to use TikTok a few months ago, and besides a million videos of cats, he started to see Barbie-related content. He wasn’t really interested until he saw a video where a guy bought his girlfriend a doll and a lot of pink and cute things as a surprise.

Would you like it if he bought this for you? Did you even like dolls?

Bucky didn’t think about it too much; he just went to the store.

He probably stood in front of the shelf with Barbie dolls for way too long because, while he was looking for the one he thought you would like, a shop assistant came to offer him some help. Bucky explained his situation, and the young girl—Stassie, as he found out—was almost jumping with excitement to help him and said that his girlfriend was really lucky.

She showed Bucky two dolls that came out recently: one in the western look and one in a light pink dress. It was hard to pick one because both were really cute.

So he bought both.

Stassie gave Bucky a few tips on what else he could buy for you; that's why, after another hour in the mall, he went home with a big box full of random pink and cute stuff.

You weren’t at home, so he hid the box in a safe place and decided to give it to you after the movie.

The day before the premiere, when you two were already getting ready to sleep, laying under the blanket and ready to cuddle while watching a movie, he silently gave you a white envelope.

“What is this?” You asked, looking at your weirdly smiley boyfriend.

“Open.”

You studied his face for a few seconds, but then sat up and carefully opened it to not rip whatever was inside.

“Bucky…” You whispered as two tickets with “Barbie” written on them fell into your hand. “You didn’t—how did you get it?” Your eyes were watery as you looked at him.

“That’s a secret. But I wanted to make you happy.” The soft look in his eyes made you want to cry, but instead you just jumped into his arms, leaving kisses all over his face.

“I fucking love you, James.”

“I love you more, doll.”

It was safe to say that he got his reward for being a thoughtful boyfriend, and you both fell asleep only a few hours later.

You two walked out of the movie theater holding hands while you were still sobbing a little bit. It was an amazing experience, and you were overwhelmed with feelings. Bucky led you to the side so you wouldn’t bother other people, wrapped his hands around you, and held you close to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your temple.

“Yes. I’m so happy that we watched it. And that you came with me.” You wrapped your hands around Bucky’s neck and melted into him.

“I liked it too, actually.” You heard a deep chuckle.

“You know, I told you that you look great in pink, and you didn’t believe me.”

You obviously decided to stick to a non-official dress code, but it was hard to convince your boyfriend that he needed to wear something pink too. So the only thing that he liked in the store was a pink jean jacket, and you were okay with that.

An old lady that sat in the movie theater behind you with her grandkids said to Bucky that he was a really good young gentleman and that you two were perfect for each other.

Bucky didn’t really like any interactions with strangers, but you still noticed a light pink color on his cheeks and a sweet smile that he gave to the woman.

“If you think so, I’ll accept it, baby.” He was silent for a few seconds, but then smiled again and cupped your face with his metal hand so you would look at him. “I have something for you at home. Do you want to go there now and then order some food?”

“Something for me?” You frowned at him but still leaned into his touch. “And you should know better than to ask me whether I want to order food or not. I always do.”

You were sitting in your living room on the couch, where Bucky told you to stay and wait for him. He went to your bedroom and came back in a few seconds, holding a big pink box.

“This is for you.” He put the box near you on the couch and sat on the free spot at the other end.

“For me? Why? I forgot about our anniversary or something?” You tried to laugh.

You opened the lid, and your mouth opened as you saw what was in there. Your shaking hands gently pulled out two boxes with dolls, and you took a few seconds to look at them properly, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. Then you got the rest of the stuff: a pajama set, a journal, a candle, masks and bath bombs, and a lot of your favorite candies. Of course, everything was pink.

“I hope you like it. The girl at the store said–” You didn’t let him finish before you stood from your place and sat onto Bucky’s lap, hugging him as hard as you could, sobbing into his neck.

“Sh-h, baby, that’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around your body, gently swaying you from side to side.

“T-thank you so much, Bucky, really. You didn’t have to do it.” You moved back a little bit, and Bucky’s right hand immediately flew to your face to wipe away tears. You took one of the boxes with a doll on your lap and carefully took her out of the box. “She’s so pretty... I’ve never had a real Barbie before. They are expensive.”

“It is worth every dollar if it makes you happy. I saw this idea on that video app, and I wanted to give you something special.”

He looked at you with a soft smile while you were unpacking the second doll and then gently touching her hair and clothes. He thought that he gave this present more to the younger you, and it made him feel so happy.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You put the doll down and took Bucky’s face in your hands. “I am so lucky to have such a person in my life. Thank you for everything. Not only for dolls, it’s all amazing. I love you, James.” You closed your eyes when he moved closer and put his forehead on yours.

“I’m the one who is lucky to have you. I’ll give you anything if it makes you smile this way. I love you.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you

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iheartyouyou · 2 years

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AFTERMATH | Eddie Munson

Summary: After the teacher reads Robin’s and yours notes about the infamous freak out loud, Eddie confronts you after class and (sort of) asks you on a date.

Sequel to Out loud

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the love and support on out loud! It now has over 10,000 notes and that’s truly insane. I’m sorry that it took me a while for part 2 to be posted, I just had no idea where and how to continue it. Hopefully this meets your guys’ expeditions 💖 (If i forgot you on the taglist, i’m deeply sorry) Not proofread

Your eyes widened as you read the words.

“I was actually staring at you, not Chrissy. Cheerleaders aren’t my type.”

You read them over, and over, and over again. Was Robin trying to prank you? Was anyone else but Eddie pranking you?

You just couldn’t wrap your head around it. It was impossible.

You quickly scanned the room, your eyes landing on Eddie. He was already staring at you— anticipation written all over his face. That disappeared, replaced with a cocky look as he saw your flustered reaction.

Tearing your eyes from Eddie, you look back at the note. He just admitted to staring at you. Was it because he likes you? Or does he think your weird? Or did he lie because he felt pity? Maybe he was playing a cruel joke on you, just to stir up those rumors. Or maybe he was actually being serious? Your mind just couldn’t accept the fact that he wrote a letter, to you.

You didn’t know if he wanted you to write back or not, but you ultimately decided not to. Crumbling the note and stuffing it in the pocket of your sweater. But you knew that you would be obsessing over it later, butterflies swarming your stomach as you played out fake scenarios.

Another tap made it’s way on your shoulder, another note coming your way. You quickly grab the note, silently thanking the ‘note messenger’ before practically ripping it open.

“What? No response? Seemed like you were pretty comfortable talking about me earlier.”

Fighting back a smile, you look back at Eddie, who was once again, already staring at you. He raised his eyebrow at you, nodding towards you, waiting for you to write something back. What would you write anyways? “Sorry that I’m a total creep and for writing notes about you in class?”

Dismissing those thoughts, you stuff the note into your pocket. You didn’t want the teacher to see you passing notes again, she would most likely read them out loud again, humiliate you and have you spend an hour after school cleaning her classroom.

The next few minutes of class went by really slow. You prayed and prayed that aliens would come and abduct you, but sadly that didn’t happen. The only thing that happened was you trying to escape the classroom without any confrontation before a tight grip on your shoulder stopped you— pulling you aside.

“Sooo, how long have you liked me?” Eddie asked, loosening his grip on your shoulder as his arm fell to his side. You looked everywhere but him, your cheeks feeling warm as you watched people whisper to their peers— pointing to you as they giggled.

“I- I don’t…” You mumbled. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your thumb against your forearm in hopes of not breaking down in front of him.

He still had that amused look on his face, like he was getting a kick out of this.

“Really? You think Robin will tell me if I asked her?”

You finally looked at him, your heart beating through your ears. “No!”

“What ab—“

“Okay, fine! I don’t know, it just started one day! Are you happy?” You rushed out nervously. You just wanted to end this conversation before you embarrassed yourself even more.

He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking of what to say. What would he even say? He just found out the prettiest girl in the school liked him, fuck, she was writing notes about him in class. People really only wrote notes to each other in elementary, but here you were, discussing your feeling about him over notes.

It was weird for him. Not a-disgusting-type-of-weird but a confusing-type-of-weird. He honestly thought you didn’t like him. You talked to everybody else— Nancy, Mike, Dustin, Erica, but him. It was like he was ghost. The irony of the whole situation is he was certain you liked Steve.

You guys were attached to the hip, so it would make sense. A hot guy who peaked in high school and a hot girl, he even tried to convince Steve into asking you out on a date. Guess it made sense when he tried to turn the tables on Eddie, trying to convince Eddie to ask you out instead.

“Can I go now? I uh… I have to go put-“ You motion to the wristbands on your wrist, “these in my locker. It’s hot out and they make me sweat. Shit— I mean I don’t sweat, well I do, we ALL do, but what I mean’t to say wa—

He pulled you in, taking you by surprise as he crashed his lips onto yours, your nervous ramble being cut short. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was long enough for everybody to see, a few gasps being heard.

Pulling back, a large grin settled on his lips. He watched as you struggled to form words, the flesh of your cheeks heating up. You settled on saying nothing, your mouth shutting as you focused on breathing in and out of your nose— hopefully not passing out.

“You talk too much, y’know that?” Eddie humored, looking around as he took in all the stares. He was used to this, but he knew you weren’t. You were practically hiding under your desk in class when the teacher was reading your note, the idea of having everyone’s eyes on you made you feel like you were naked.

Maybe kissing the freak in the hallway where all the “popular” students met up, wasn’t the best idea.

You on the other hand couldn’t believe what just happened. Eyes blown as your mouth was agape. He just touched his lips to your lips— that was a kiss… right?

“You still have to… uh” He motions to your wristbands, “Put those, away?”

You looked down at your wristbands, shaking your head. Eddie grimaced, scratching his neck. You made a complete fool out of yourself, huh? Now he wanted nothing to do with you— was it because of the sweaty wristbands? Did you not kiss well? OH MY GOSH, what if your breath smelled?

He stops scratching his neck, checking his watch. His face falters for a quick second before he looks up at you, a twinkle in his eyes. “I gotta go to class, if I’m tardy again I’ll have detention after school, that’ll intervene with our date and we can’t have that.”

“Wha— Date?” You blabbered, looking at the clock that hung loosely at the end of the hallway.

“Yeah, is that okay? After school? We can meet by my van, I’ll take you to the diner?”

You nod eagerly, trying your hardest not to grin from ear to ear.

“Do you know what my van looks like?”

“It’s white on the bo—“

“Yes, that’s it. I’ll see you by it, okay?”

“Okay.”

He hesitantly leans back in, but stops. People were still staring. Instead, he smiles at you before skipping off— bumping into people as he rushed to class.

He lied about the tardy part.

He just didn’t want anymore of those judgemental stares on you.

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farfromstrange · 8 months

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Just Let Me Love You | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (f!Reader heavily implied)

Summary: You're struggling with your body image and Matt notices

Warnings: Angst, TW: allusions to an ED, self-deprecating talk (Reader has internalized fatphobia toward herself), not proof red (I was too emotional for that)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: So, my body is changing and I hate it. As someone who was the Fat Funny Friend growing up, I got inspired by the song. Now I wasn't sure if to tag for a plus-sized reader because when I wrote this, I had myself in mind, and I'm not even sure what "category" I fall into, so this is pretty universal and I think any of you who are struggling with body dysmorphia might appreciate this. Heed the warnings before proceeding and don't forget to eat if you haven't already! (Also, I used my tag list to tag for this, but don't read it if this triggers you, please!)

Our brains are wired to function in a certain way. But not every brain is balanced in chemistry.

For the longest time, she thought there was something seriously wrong with her. She never fit in anywhere, so she tried to make herself fit. Change her attitude, change her behavior, change her hobbies, and change the way she looks. She did it so many times, she lost count.

She relied on humor, telling funny little anecdotes to make whatever friend group she was a part of at the time laugh at her. But that was all she could do. Make them laugh. She lit up the mood, lit up the room, but she seemingly never lit up anyone’s heart the way her friends did.

They talked about their relationships, talked about their families and friends, and she played along. She listened. When she talked about her likes, they pretended to care, but within minutes, they lost interest. She thought it just wasn’t that important. Not as important as how beautiful they all were, anyway. And they were striking, she thought. That’s why everyone always chose them and never approached her. But she swallowed it to at least be a part of something.

She always helped everyone but herself. She was there when no one else was, but even when she was a part of something, she never fully fit in. There was an impossible standard looming over her head, and she couldn’t possibly reach it.

Don’t be too loud. Don’t be too silly. Don’t say no. Don’t talk about your problems, only listen to everyone else’s. Don’t believe that he wants you because he is too good for you, and all he wants is your best friend who is ten times prettier than you. And don’t believe that personality and humor will get you anywhere; you will end up miserably alone the same way people who look like you always will.

The same voice, over and over again. Word turning into knives. It was exhausting to fight against the demons within her because they just sounded so damn convincing.

When she met him, the man who stole her heart, she never thought he would ask her out. When he did, she was dumbfounded. In every possible situation, he found himself assuring her that he wouldn’t drop her for the pretty blonde in the office, or his psychotic ex-girlfriend who just happened to have the most beautiful body known to man. To her, at least. Everyone around him was just so beautiful, and he was even more so–he was the prettiest specimen in the world, and everyone desired him. Of course, she grew insecure. She couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

She fell in love with a man who finally saw her for who she was and he loved her despite—no, he loved her regardless. For who she was. He took her, accepted her, and began seeing her as the most beautiful person in the world. For the first time, she felt appreciated, loved, and not so miserably alone.

Yet, the fear continued to linger. The fear that one day, he would notice that perhaps, a woman of average looks wouldn’t be enough for him anymore. That she was, indeed, as unconventionally unattractive as everyone said she was from the first day she actually understood what was being said to her. She was just a child then.

The funny friend. The awkward friend. The weird one. The girl without real friends. The girl with the silly clothes, the silly smile, the slightly crooked teeth, the belly pouch… The girl who lost weight, the girl who gained weight, and the girl who shouldn’t be so proud of herself because she had nothing to be proud of.

“Sweetheart?” he asked her, yanking her out of the downward spiral that only continued to get worse over time. “Did you have anything to eat yet?”

He stood in the kitchen, the sleeves of his dress shirt bunched around his elbow. It was hot outside, too hot for her liking, and even his clothes were slightly stained with sweat.

She looked up from the couch, still wrapped up in a blanket despite the high temperatures, a book resting on her thighs. He met her eyes with a smile.

“I noticed your leftovers are still in the fridge. Could smell them,” he clarified. “I was just wondering whether that was on purpose or not.”

Worrying fit it better, she thought to herself. He always worried too much.

She closed her book. “I might’ve forgotten,” she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

His eyebrows furrowed. “You forgot?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it never reached his eyes.

“Yeah. I probably got too caught up reading or something. It’s no big deal. I’ll eat later. Or drink another latte.”

He hummed. “You know, iced coffee is not considered a healthy diet. Your body needs fuel.”

“Jesus Christ, Matt,” she raised her voice, “I’m okay!”

“You don’t look okay,” he stated as a matter of fact.

“And how would you know?”

“I just do.”

He approached, his muscles straining against his shirt. It wasn’t fair, how good he looked. How well he carried himself. And he still had the audacity to look at her and tell her she had much more going for herself than just her humor. That she was beautiful. Pretty enough.

“Hey,” Matt lowered himself on the couch beside her, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

“I forgot to eat, I told you,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“Not if you did it on purpose.”

The book landed on the coffee table and she got up, pacing the small space of their shared apartment in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. He could hear her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage, the pent-up tears, and the tension, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out. But he waited. He gave her the space she needed to collect her thoughts.

“I forgot,” she repeated. “At first. And then I just happened to pass by a mirror and…and I looked at myself. I mean, really looked at myself.”

“Oh–” He sighed. “Baby…”

“I’m smaller when my stomach is empty, you know. And I thought it wouldn’t hurt me to, uh…cut back a little?”

He was about to respond, but she cut him off. “I don’t mean that I’m starving myself. I just…I forgot to eat, and then, when I remembered, I remembered what I saw and I was just…I’m not hungry anymore. I…I don’t think it’s a big deal. I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just…”

She stopped pacing. She met his unfocused hazel eyes that held so much pain when he looked at her. He reached out, not saying a word, and she extended her shaky fingers toward the lifeline he was throwing.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. She realized then why he looked so hurt. “It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?”

The question hung in the room as he pulled her toward himself.

She didn’t protest when he pulled her back onto the couch, his arms engulfing her and pulling her back against his sturdy chest.

“What makes you think that you need to hurt yourself to fit some unrealistic beauty standard?” he asked softly, his voice merely a breath tickling her ear.

She whimpered, not wanting to answer.

“What makes you think that not being healthy is the solution to the way you see yourself? Wouldn’t that just make it worse?”

“I just…” She took a deep breath. “I just… I just want to be enough.”

“But you are enough,” he answered in a heartbeat, placing his hand on her neck and turning her face to him. He missed her face with his gaze, but she could still feel him in every fiber of her being as he sat there and felt her pulse, and she matched her breathing to his.

A tear rolled down her cheek. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” she whispered back. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be only seen as the comedic relief in every relationship you have ever been in while your friends pulled the guys you wanted. Because they never wanted you, and they never saw competition in you either because you were just never the center of anyone’s attention.”

He was silent for a moment. The taste of her tears reached his tongue, and he visibly recoiled at the pain she held inside of her. Matt pulled her closer, holding her a little tighter. She melted.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of leaving her to deal with her thoughts, he placed his lips against her ear again. “You’re the center of my attention,” he said. “Of my world. My universe. And I couldn’t care less about the way you look.”

“That’s because you’re blind,” she shot back, a sob rippling through her body.

He shook his head. “No. Those who reduce you to your looks are blind, and they don’t even deserve you in the first place. What matters most is this–” his large hand found its way onto the left side of her chest, above her heart. “What’s in here is what makes you beautiful, not what covers the outside.”

“But that’s not enough, is it?”

“To me, it is.”

“Not to me, Matthew. Like I said, you don’t get it.”

She struggled against his grip, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Then let me rephrase it,” he tried again, pressing his hand further against her chest. “I care more about who you are inside because I love you. But I don’t need sight to appreciate your physical beauty along with the sound of your heartbeat. Your breathing. Your touch. You know why?”

She shook her head. “Enlighten me.”

“Because I can feel you, sweetheart, and you are the most breathtaking human being I have ever had the pleasure of laying my hands on.”

If words were enough to make a person pass out, this would surely have been her breaking point.

“You mean that?” She turned around, her tears now glistening with a taste of hope.

He brushed them away with his thumb and nodded. “Every last word.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the ghost of his touch. “I don’t like my body,” the admission came quietly.

In response, Matt nodded. “I know, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. That body deserves to be loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I feel like…like I don’t deserve you. I don’t want you to leave me for…for Karen.”

The mention of her name caused him to frown. “Karen?” he asked. She nodded. He sighed, forcing her head to his chest, forcing her to listen to his heartbeat the same way he always did to her. “Don’t even think like that,” he told her. “I would never leave you for someone else. For no one, for nothing. I need you to stop assuming that, sweetheart. It’s not true.”

“It feels true,” she cried.

His lips brushed the crown of her head. “But it isn’t.”

“But–”

“I love you,” he said, a bit more insistent this time. “Only you. I would rather die than never be with you again. And I mean that. Bring me the poison and I’ll prove it to you. I’ll get on my knees and worship the ground you walk on if that’ll make you believe me, but I won’t leave you.”

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shirt. Matt shushed her, his fingers brushing through her hair. The rhythm was soothing.

She sobbed until she had nothing left to give. She cried because she knew he was right. She knew she was overthinking, but she was powerless to fight it. He was the only one who could open her eyes, and even then, she more often than not slipped away. She hated it. She hated the way her brain was wired, the things she was taught, and the things she continuously and wrongly kept teaching herself.

Eventually, though, she slacked in his arms.

“I don’t really like myself right now,” she confessed. “But I don’t know how to stop it.”

Matt chuckled softly, his chest rumbling. He tilted her chin up. “Then let me help you,” he said.

“How?” she asked.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. “Just let me love you.”

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btsficsandsuch · 9 months

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Please Don’t Forget About Me

Your husband Jungkook has to leave for tour. Normally it’s not a big deal, but having to leave your newborn daughter is something he’s never had to deal with before.

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“She’s the cutest baby ever.”, you said looking over at your husband Jungkook. He nodded not taking his eyes off of off the newborn peacefully sleeping in her bassinet, “She really is Y/N. We did a good job.” You began to walk out of the room, but then you noticed that Jungkook wasn’t following behind you. You waited a few more second before speaking, “Kookie are you coming? She’s not going anywhere I promise.” He chuckled, “I know I just don’t want I miss any time with her.” You gave him a knowing smile and made your way out of the door.

You were able to get some chores done around the house and now you were just sitting on the couch when Jungkook came walking out of the nursery. He dropped another bag over by the front door. You looked over and saw the pile that was starting to grow. Tomorrow he was leaving for a world tour that would take him away from you guys for the next two months. You knew it was hard on him to leave when it was just you and now that your daughter was there you knew it was going to be almost impossible for him to go.

Jungkook walked over to you and laid on the couch so that his head was in your lap. He let out a long sigh. You already knew what was wrong but you thought that if you asked him maybe he’d start to talk about it instead of bottling it up. “Kook what’s wrong? You used to get so excited to go on tour. You get to travel the world and see your fans and do what you love.,” you spoke while slowly running your fingers through his hair. He thought for a moment before responding, “Y/N I do love all of that. I always will. But I love you and I love Y/D/N more than anything. Y/D/N is not even a month old and I already have to leave her.” He was quiet for a couple minutes before continuing, “I’m going to tell them I can’t go on this tour. I have to back out.”

You could tell that he was getting more upset by the minute and was starting to think irrationally. You slowly started to rub his chest trying to remind him to breathe and calm down. “You can’t do that Kookie. Remember what we said when we decided to start a family? We said that this wouldn’t stop you from performing or doing what you love. You don’t want to let down the members or the fans. They need you just as much as we do, sometimes even more. I will send you lots of photos and videos and we can video chat every day.” He nodded in agreement but you could tell that deep down he was still upset. The two of you made your way to the bedroom to get ready to sleep. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close in the bed, “Y/N thank you for being there for me. I love you.” You nestled into his chest, “I love you too.” The two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms just like that.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning. Looking over at your phone you saw the time said it was 3am. You figured since you were awake you better go feed your daughter as she’ll be waking up any minute anyways. You made your way out of bed not even noticing that Jungkook was no longer wrapped in the beds warmth. You stood in front of the nursery ready to enter when you heard someone talking on the other side of the door. You slowly cracked it open to hear what was being said when you heard Jungkook’s voice, “and that’s how mommy and daddy met and fell in love” you heard him say. Your daughter must’ve woken up and he was telling her a story to get her to go back to sleep. You were about to let yourself in when he continued, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying to you right not but I really wish you did. It would make this so much easier for me. I love you more than I ever thought possible. I really don’t want to leave you and for two whole months. I’m going to miss so much. But I’m going to think of you every minute of every day. And when I come back I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. So please don’t forget me Y/D/N.” When you heard his sniffles you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. You didn’t know if you wanted to run in there and give him the biggest hug, or pack your bags and follow him all over the world with a newborn, or simply just sit there and cry with him. You decided he had everything under control and you didn’t want to interrupt his time with his daughter so you made your way back to bed falling asleep fairly quickly.

You woke up a few hours later to your phone buzzing nonstop. 18 missed calls. Text message after text message,

Joonie: Y/N I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on, but please call me when you get the chance.

Yoongles: Y/N you really need to contact one of us back. It’s urgent.

Tae: You need to speak with him. Management said if he goes through with his then he’s out of the group.

JinJin: Please call one of us or management back. We know this is a difficult time but Jungkook is making a huge mistake.

It went on and on. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts. What did he do? What’s a huge mistake? You jumped out of bed and through on some clothes. You were going to get your daughter fed and changed and then you’d give them a call back. You walked into the nursery and noticed your daughter was nowhere to be found. Your heart started beating a million beats a minute. You felt like you were going to be sick. You started walking, almost running, to the living room to grab your car keys. With shaking hands you were about to call Jungkook when you stopped dead in your tracks.

Sitting on the couch in the living room clutching your newborn daughter to his chest was Jungkook. You felt a huge rush of relief seeing both of them there and safe, but you were also extremely angry at him. You were about to shout when you heard him sniffling and wiping at the tears under his eyes. You pushed your anger aside and made your way over to him. You rested your hand on his thigh, “Kookie what did you do? The boys are blowing up my phone. Jin said you’re making a huge mistake.”

He looked up at you. His eyes watery and red. He’d clearly been crying for a while. “I told the company that I was refusing to go on this tour. I can’t do it Y/N. I can’t leave her. Not now. She doesn’t understand why I’m leaving. What if she thinks I’m never coming back?” The sadness in his voice broke you, “Kookie we talked about this. You can’t give up everything that you’ve worked so hard for. I know it’s difficult and scary right now but it’ll get easier. You can call and talk to her any time so she can hear your voice and I’ll lay her down next to one of your shirts so she’ll be able to smell you. She would never forget her dad. I promise. You have so many people depending on you right now but no matter what Y/D/N and I will always be here waiting. No matter how long.”

He was starting to calm down with your words. It was at this time you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You had completely forgot about everyone trying to contact both of you. You answered not even looking at the ID. It was Namjoon. The two do you spoke for a few minutes. You let him know that Jungkook was at home and safe and that you were trying to fix the situation. He let you know that the boys were already at the airport and that a car was waiting for Jungkook outside. The two of you went back and forth for a little bit. You asked him for ten more minutes to try and convince him to join the tour. Namjoon agreed to stall as long as he could.

You looked over at Jungkook. He was still clutching your daughter, slowly rocking back and forth. “There’s a car waiting for you outside and the boys are already at the airport.”, you said sitting back down next to the two of them. You continued, “Look Kookie I know it’s easy for me to say all this because I’m not the one that has to leave her but the hardest part is going to be walking out that door. Once you get with your members and you start performing and seeing the fans I think it’ll get easier on you. You don’t want to regret this later on and you don’t want our daughter to feel like it was her fault.” He slowly nodded, “I know Y/N. I just didn’t think it would be so hard to leave. I don’t want to let anyone down though. Especially you and Y/D/N.”

He held onto your daughter for a few more minutes before giving her a big kiss on the forehead and placing her down in the bassinet in the corner of the room, “I love you Y/D/N. Be good for your mom. Remember what I said last night.” He walked over to you wiping away the tears that were still falling on his cheeks. The two of you made your way over to the front door where he turned to look at you, “Promise me you’ll send lots of pictures and videos. And promise me you’ll answer when I call. And promise me you’ll keep telling her how amazing and talented and handsome her dad is.” The last line making you chuckle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss, “I love you Y/N. Thank you for supporting me.” You cupped his cheeks and gave him another kiss, “Of course. I love you. I mean you’re just so amazing and talented and handsome so how could I not.”

He gave one last look back at your daughter while he grabbed the last of his bags and made his way out the door. You watched him greet the driver and slowly get in the car. Once the car was out of sight you went back in the house and picked up your daughter who was starting to stir. Sitting on the couch you began to rock her all while telling her everything you had planned for the next couple months, “And then next month we’re going to go visit daddy and spend the last month of the tour with him. Uncle Namjoon just let me know that he is working with management so that the two of us can safely travel to see him. But when daddy calls us we can’t say anything to him. It’s going to be a surprise.”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts imagines #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 2 months

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Embarrassing themself in front of Mc-4K Followers Special

Lucifer

he fell asleep in his own Coffee and nearly drowned in it, guess that´s what happens if you use a giant ass mug as a Coffee cup

wasn´t the first time it happened too at least during those times it was a small cup and the worst that happened was him spilling his Coffee and ruining some of his paperwork

but nope this time it was him drowning in it and falling out of his chair with his flailing

you would have loved to do nothing more than tell this to Satan and Belphie but Lucifer told you he will take away all of your sweets, even the hidden ones

it would have not been worth it good thing he didn´t say anything about pictures

Mammon

he got his pants pulled down right in front of you but he´s a lot more embarrassed than you are

it seems like he always forgets that you already saw everything that is to see because he refuses to wear clothes to sleep

and that he always crawls into your bed to cuddle…

also he was at least allowed to keep his underwear on so it´s even less embarrassing in your opinion

though it makes sense for him to be embarrassed I mean that isn´t something to get used to easily

at least he doesn´t have to think about what just happened because he´s chasing down whoever decided to do this

Leviathan

he fell asleep on you when he forgot to stock up on energy drinks

which isn´t really that embarrassing but also that´s Levi who isn´t really used to physical touch so I guess it makes sense???

also pretty weird that he immediately jumped away like you burned him as soon as he noticed you

at least it woke him up but he threw you out of his room for it which didn´t really bother you because you can finally fall asleep

you wanted to go to bed earlier but come on you can´t just wake him up when he falls asleep, it´s a very cute and rare sight that you couldn´t just destroy

Satan

he fell into a puddle trying to catch a Kitten that was about to fall, he didn´t catch it

I mean… he technically did while he face planted into a dirty body of water the Kitten landed on his back and just walked away

it didn´t even look back or anything it just straight up went “bye Bitch” while Satan took a mud bath

and he was a little bit embarrassed about it but not that much, he just doesn´t want you to tell anybody he knows his Brothers will tease him about this when they learn so you´ll have to be really quiet about it

Asmodeus

you saw him without make-up and while that´s usually a normal thing if you live with somebody it´s nearly impossible with Asmo

and he does his best to keep it that way, nobody should be allowed to see him when he isn´t at his best

he´s also known to destroy the few fools who saw him and weren´t related to him especially if they decided to talk about it or even worse take picture´s of him like this!

But as long as you´ll be a nice little Sheep and keep quiet there is nothing for you to worry about

he does sound more murderous then embarrassed right now but belief me he is, he just doesn´t show it

Beelzebub

he accidentally ate one of your plushies, it was shaped like a cupcake and had the same size and everything

he´s also embarrassed that you had to help him puke it back up because as much as he would like the ability to he can´t digest it all to good

he´s really sorry and will replace it when he has the time to and until then he will gladly take it´s spot

but please don´t tell anybody what he did he´ll get another scolding from Lucifer for eating something he isn´t allowed to

Belphegor

he punched you in the face while he was yawning but this isn´t really what embarrassed him it was that you punched him out of the bed in retaliation

even worse that you do the same thing as him so it´s extra embarrassing that a Human of all creatures can pack quiet the punch

he still wishes it wasn´t him who got punched, if it was somebody else especially Lucifer he would have found the situation hilarious

but nooo it had to be him and now he´s pissed and his day is ruined because you won´t allow him to stay with you

horrible day all around

Diavolo

he tried to cuddle a Little.D and it scratched him, he might have also accidentally thrown it into a wall because it shocked him so much

don´t worry the Little.D was fine, flew quiet the distance but it was barely harmed

what wasn´t barely harmed was his pride, he was not only embarrassed because he accidentally threw the Little.D but also that you saw him do it

he made you promise to never talk about it and that you will act like it never happened or he will be forced to take action

and yes he was serious about this he has his ways to make people forget their memories forever

Barbatos

he tripped that´s it he didn´t fall or anything he just got caught in the end of the carpet and stumbled a bit and that´s what embarrassed him

I mean it makes sense because Barbatos is pretty much perfect all of the time so a little blunder would be embarrassing for him but it´s kinda funny to think about

he´s just embarrassed about the most normal of all things, it´s even a bit cute

bit less cute was his threats when you told anybody about what happened, he sure knows every threat and torture there is doesn´t he?

at least you got some cake that Barbatos made and tea for not saying anything

Solomon

he fell into one of his potions which wouldn´t be that embarrassing in itself but he fell into a bottled one

and not to get into to much detail but it was bad as in “if I didn´t know he was immortal I would wonder how he´s still alive bad” and Solomon just sees it as an embarrassing oopsie

yeah that was a weird one because it also took a while to clean everything including healing Solomon, I mean the healing was quick just getting all of that out was bad

and that Solomon insisted that he was fine which technically he was but technically doesn´t count

he did enjoying your pampering (basic Human contact and decency) though

Simeon

he mistook you for Luke, that´s it that´s what embarrassed him he didn´t even say anything bad he just told that “you” are supposed to keep your room clean and put everything away when you are done

which honestly should have been embarrassing for Luke more than anything else, which it also was but that isn´t the point

it also isn´t like you aren´t used to people bossing you around, you even told him that it confused you more than anything when he said that to you

but he was still embarrassed at least it´s something you both can easily laugh about in due time

Mephistopheles

you saw him quiet literally eat shit, to your astonishment he clears up after his own Horses but on this day it would have been better if he didn´t

because Horses are little shit´s especially the Hell variant, it actually waited until he crouched down and kicked and unfortunately for him he landed in the Horse shit

and while normally you would take advantage of such a situation and make fun of the person, Mephisto looked mortified enough for you to just shut up and do your best to help him clean up

neither of you ever talked about this and never will and even if you would try to bring it up Mephisto will shut you up real fast

Raphael

he got tricked into eating a bar of soap and you saw him just completely eat it before saying it tasted funny

I mean you did say you know that he got tricked but still shocked on how he could just eat the entire thing and not stop after the first bite

he was pretty embarrassed when you laughed when he told you that it didn´t taste as bad when it was still looking nice

despite that you also tried a little piece, it was honestly a pretty weird thing to witness

it was your turn to be embarrassed when you spit out bubbles

Thirteen

she accidentally punched you in the face, which sounds like an embarrassing enough thing to do

but she also nearly blew you up with a completely harmless trap and this was more mortifying than anything!

It wasn´t even supposed to kill somebody and it nearly did how embarrassing must that be if you have as much experience as her!

and it would have also sucked if she accidentally killed you she supposes, but if you died she could at leas take solace in the fact that nobody was there to witness her blunder

but now she has to deal with the embarrassment of nearly killing somebody she cares about on accident and a malfunctioning trap

at least this gave her the brilliant idea for re-purposing it in one meant for killing!

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collisvng · 4 months

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RED ROSES.

1.3k words, and a whole lot of fluff.

Red roses were your favorite.

He knew that.

They reminded him of you.

Anything that had to do with roses—it was made for you in his eyes.

That is how he won you over in the end.

Han Jisung gave you roses.

He would leave them everywhere for you.

You’d find pedals in your bag, roses on the windshield of your car with little notes on them wishing you a good day… and those few times he would leave them at your doorstep or hand them to you directly.

Most people would find his kind of thing strange, but you knew better.

Especially since you knew what it meant.

Han Jisung was your best friend.

The two of you had been inseparable since you both were kids and you had no intention of ever letting him go.

Once when you guys were in the first grade, Han brought you a rose.

Jisung spent a week or so trying to figure out what you liked in order to properly ask you out. It got to the point that he went to ask his mother for help, and she found the whole ordeal of her son having a little crush to be adorable. She would go out of her way, taking Han to the grocery store to buy flowers.

When he asked the cashier if he could have just one rose out of a bouquet, the lady looked at him confused. His mother whispered the explanation to the girl, and she just laughed. Jisung stood there with his little boba eyes filled with hope and the woman couldn’t say no.

“Just take it,” she would say, taking a flower from one of the bouquets and handing it to him. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay? It’ll be our little secret.”

The next day he walked into school gripping the rose stem with all the might his little body could—holding his head up high.

Han Jisung asked you if you would be his forever and ever. But of course you said no, I mean afterall you were like seven years old and most boys had cooties at that age.

But when six-year-old Han went back to class after recess and you saw him almost cry… something inside you decided to cut him a break.

As you both waited for your moms to pick you after school, you went up to him and made a promise.

“I'll do it when we’re older,” you said. “My parents tell me I’m too young to have a partner right now. But when we’re older I promise I’ll say yes.”

He held onto your words for 17 years.

At first it was just childish hope. And by the time you guys got to high school and you got your first significant other, Han had already accepted his fate. He thought maybe he was holding onto some kind of impossible dream, but still held onto your words with a heavy heart.

Eventually he got a partner.

And another… And another… And another…

But no one was ever right for him.

No one was you.

Han Jisung was stuck in an impossible unrequited love circle forced upon him by no one else but himself.

That was until you both were adults and the dating pool became a little dry for you.

You were going on dates but every person was the same; they all wanted one thing. And when you found solitude at Jisung’s dorm one night after crying your eyes out, all he could think about was your promise as children.

That is when his rose brigade began, and your heart began to swell.

You started to dream of roses and all things beautiful and red.

You’d soon dream of Jisung too, not knowing what it meant.

Did you like him? Did you love him?

I mean of course you did but… was there something more?

Han Jisung appeared in your dream one day while you were napping.

You had just gotten back from work. You were tired, exhausted even. Another rose was found on your doorstep as you walked into your apartment.

You’d clutch onto it, falling onto the couch and practically cuddling up to it as you fell into a deep slumber.

And there he was; Han Jisung laid out in a field of roses in a sea of darkness.

You walked to him slowly. Every flower you stepped on as you made your way in front of him would regrow in your wake. It was like because Han was there, nothing could die or disintegrate—only flourish and grow. He was like a magnet, attracting him to you with such a mysterious yet comforting aura.

When you made it to him, a hand of his was placed on your cheek. You’d close your eyes and lean into his touch… Only opening your eyes when you could feel him start to lean in.

It was in that moment you knew. The burning feeling inside your chest everytime he laughed at one of your jokes, the mesmerizing stars you’d love seeing in his eyes whenever you’d compliment his music, how with each rose you received you could never ask him to stop giving them to you…

Just as you were about to give into instinct and kiss him with the intensity of all the love in the world combined into a singular molecular being—he began to fall.

He slipped right through the roses, falling into an abyss while looking at you with the most longing eyes.

What was this? What was happening? What did this represent?

Were you too late? Was the universe trying to tell you something? Did it take you too long to figure out your feelings and this was signifying that he no longer could feel the same towards you?

You had awoken from your dream due to the sound of thunder.

Heavy breathing and a quick clutch of the rose in your hand brought you back to reality with a bizarre conclusion.

You loved him. You were in love with Han Jisung. And hopefully he would love you back.

For the next several minutes that was all you could think about, until you saw a hooded figure holding a skateboard walk up to your door in the pouring rain.

You knew that hoodie, you’d bought it for Han for Christmas last year, and within seconds you rushed to the door.

When it opened, Han flinched immediately.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

He was drenched head to toe from the rain but seemed as if he could care less about it. He looked down at the rose you were gripping onto for dear life in your hand and sighed with relief.

“Oh thank god. When it started raining I got worried the flower would get ruined. I literally rode my board all the way here hoping it wasn’t destroyed yet. I almost got you a new one. I mean I still can if it got too wet. I don’t know when you got home if it started raining yet. If it got messed up in any way I can run down to the grocery store and—”

You kissed him.

His pretty little lips wouldn’t shut up so you kissed him. You kissed Han Jisung.

It was so abrupt Jisung almost dropped the skateboard he held under his arm due to the surprise. You don’t know what came over you or how you gained enough confidence to just do something like that, but you knew you couldn't let him slip away. Not again.

When you pulled away, all Han could see were stars. His eyes were so big and full with confusion and lust. His lips followed yours out of instinct and you let out the softest little laugh. God how he loved your laugh.

“Come in,” you whispered, tucking the rose in your hand behind his ear. “I’ll let you leave once you're dry. Plus I think we have a lot to talk about.”

You grabbed his hand, leading him into your home. And as he walked in and saw every rose he had given you—some new and some older and starting to wilt—all placed in a big vase sitting on your kitchen table, he knew.

Han Jisung loved you. And you loved Han Jisung.

#➴collisvng writes #han jisung #han jisung drabbles #han jisung thoughts #stray kids imagines #han jisung imagines #han jisung fluff #han jisung x reader #stray kids #stray kids drabbles #stray kids thoughts #skz fluff #skz x reader

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katiapostsss · 2 months

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DRABBLE:

anakin using the force against you

"he doesnt have full control of his powers in RoTS—" shhhh

enjoy!

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anakin had been getting you to put off your work for the past week just to spend time with him, and if you allowed him to do it even once more, you'd miss the due date for all the documents and papers you had to get in order and most likely be booted from your position as senator. you really couldn't help it, though. when he asked, it was near-impossible to say no, and plus, anakin was so often gone on missions, it made it even harder.

you had only a week together before he was off again, and he was definitely using it to the maximum. little dates in private here and there, scattered kisses when no one was watching, and nights spent curled up together like if you pressed hard enough, you'd become one. that didn't mean you couldn't just discard your duties, even though it was exactly what you had been doing, with meaning, of course, but tonight? even your boyfriend and the short time you had with him wasn't an excuse.

so, there you sat, late into the night, ink scattered across crinkled papers and exhaustion looming over your shoulder, tugging at your worn hands. you'd been going at it for at least an hour now, and still had a quarter of work to get through. it was progress. not a lot of it.

and then, there was that matter. with the reoccurring nightmares and the little time on your hands, anakin obviously wanted nothing more than to pull you away and dispose of those stupid papers, to have you all to himself. last time you checked, he was in your bed to the right, trying to get some sleep in, but no. you must've been really focused if you didn't notice his approach. "baby..." his voice sounded somewhere, and you felt strong arms circle your middle from behind you, his chin resting atop your shoulder. you already knew what he was going to ask of you. he'd tried maybe 4 times tonight already. "come to bed, please."

"i can't," you spoke back, not bothering even a glance at his face. an hour more, and you'd be free. you just had to hold him off until then. "as soon as i'm done—"

"it's our last night together... i don't know when i'll see you again," he countered quickly, face turning to peck your jaw, to which you hummed in content, the small noise going unbeknownst to you. "please?" anakin added, and a piece of your attention was given to him just because. you wanted to, you really did.. but...

"in a bit, i promise!" and you meant it. if only you could get these papers done faster, then you'd give him all the love in the world and let him know you'd be there if he woke up from his nightmares. though, you didn't know if he'd even let you.

his lips stopped and you almost looked to him in annoyance. he was definitely trying to bribe you. when he realized it wasn't working, he straightened, setting a hand on the desk and looking skeptically at the papers. "we'll get someone else to do it. senator... what's his name?"

"senator basil?" finally, you turned your head up, craning your neck in a way that made you wince. your eyes locked onto his beautiful features, lit up only by the dim glow of your lamp. his gaze met yours, and you saw his face pass with hope.

"yea," anakin spoke quickly. quietly. "him." you pursed your lips and he leaned to kiss the strain away.

a moment of perfect silence set, and only when his mouth fell from yours did you respond. "he already has work to do, though. i shouldn't have to bother him with mine."

"that's fine. i'll bother him with it for you." and all of a sudden, the same papers you were so fervently working at were floating in the air between you, taunting you. you startled, reaching up to grab them, but they drifted away quicker than your arm could dart out.

"ani!" you fumed, twisting in your seat and preparing to shoot him with your eyes. you were being lifted as well not a moment later. faster than even his powers, you were out of your seat, and anakin's hands were beneath your thighs, forcing your legs to straddle his middle. "anakin!" you spoke again, this time using the full weight of his name against him. "put me down! i need to finish the papers—" thrashing. you hit at his chest with your fists, trying to knock him off of you, but he held tight, leading you to the bed, and you thrashed once he set you atop the comforters, too.

"senator basil will live. it's just a few things more—" anakin began, but you were up and darting back to the desk before he could finish, and you were being lifted into the air once more before you could get there. only this time, by an invisible force. the force. you knew it was useless, but you still fought against it, showing him your distaste.

"i will never forgive you for this," you warned, even as you drifted to him and he pressed you against his body, brought you under the sheets with him. "worst boyfriend ever."

warmth enveloped you and his arms circled around yours once again. your lips were pecked before you could say anything more, and despite the need to get back to your documents, you melted into him like butter on a hot pan. like it was the most natural thing ever. "you love me."

"a little less everyday."

he chuckled, dark and low and vibrating against your chest, and although everything in you defied it, you found yourself fighting a smile.

posting this without thinking cause i gotta be active

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shinestarhwaa · 5 months

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16,25,32,69-yunsanhwa please? thxx.!

I got a little too excited with this one HAHA I'm sorry, I hope you enjoy it cuz I rly did xo

WHAT HAPPENS IN LONDON || YUNSANHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Ateez!Yunho/San/Seonghwa x manager!reader

Word Count: 3k

Tags/warnings: Idol!AU, Dom!Yunho, Dom!San, Sub!Seonghwa, Sub!reader, Foursome, Dirty Talk, M x M (only SanHwa), bottom!Seonghwa, top!San, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (m receiving), lots of orgasms, handjob, Seonghwa is a wee bit pervy, voyeurism

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It had been a fun evening so far, walking around the city with the three boys. They treated you on a meal and you showed them various locations and even took videos of their silly Tiktok ideas.

They were lovely really, very different from the artists you had worked with before. You've had two managing jobs before but they didn't last long because of various reasons, but you got hired by KQ for Ateez and you couldn't be happier.

It paid well and they treated you nicely. They always made you laugh and made sure you were comfortable while you're the one who should take care of them instead. Somewhere in your heart you felt like they truly cared for you and you really felt like you didn't deserve them.

After safely getting them back to their hotel, San invited you and the other two boys into his room for a nightcap. After some begging and pleading you finally agreed and entered his room.

As Seonghwa and Yunho had already sat down on the chairs you stood a little awkwardly beside San's bed, drink in your hand. "Just sit, manager-nim," San pouted, pulling your sweater. You couldn't help but smile at the boy and you nodded, sitting down next to him.

The conversation carried on normally until Yunho decided to ask you more personal questions. "So, you're not involved with anyone, manager-nim?" He asked. You shook your head and laughed a bit sheepish. "No, it has been a while, I'm too busy with you idiots," you answered with a grin.

"Oh, really? Well then I'm sorry," Yunho apologized, "we should make up for that in some way right?"

You locked eyes with Yunho as your mouth went dry. What did he mean by that? "I mean, it is only fair," he carried on, "you're taking good care of us as our manager, Y/N, but who's gonna take care of you?"

The way his name fell off your lips made you feel all tingly, a feeling you tried to ignore and block out, but it was impossible because his deep voice send shivers and all kinds of signals directly down to your core.

"I-I...," you stammered, "I can take perfectly good care of myself, I have my own apartment and I don't have debts-." "I believe that isn't what Yunho meant," Seonghwa chimed in. His stare was a little more intense than you were used to from him, his soft and shiny boba eyes gone.

"You know what we mean," San suddenly hushed by your ear, "who's there to please you? I bet we can do it better than you and your little toys could." "T-toys?" You gasped. "We know what's in that red bag of yours, remember the day you slept in our hotelroom last month?" San asked, reminiscing the night where you lost your keys so you crashed on their couch.

"You looked in my bag?" You asked, nervously. "Well, it was open for everyone to see so, yes, I saw what was in there," San confessed. "But believe me, my cock is bigger than that, I could please you so much better than that thing... I bet all three of us could."

You swallowed thickly and crossed your legs. "I-I don't know San, this all seems quite unprofessional," you muttered. "It's just one night, Y/N, and besides that, no one has to know about it," Yunho said. You hesitated, looking at the gorgeous men in front of you.

It was too good to be true right? Three hot and famous men wanting to have sex with you in a beautiful hotelroom on the other side of the world? But how could you say no if they looked at you like this?

"How... would that work?" You asked carefully, earning a few glances and smirks from the boys. "Well you know how sex works right? You can't be a virgin," San grinned. "No, no I know... I'm not a virgin," you said, blushing, "it's just... how would it work with the four of us...? You'd all be naked in front of each other, is that not a problem for you?"

San smirked and let his hand glide over your thigh. "I'm kinda excited about it, actually," he confessed. "Always have been curious about seeing their cocks hard and leaking...," he went on, "and Seonghwa hyungies hole."

Seonghwa blushed and his eyes went wide as he tried to hide his growing boner with his sweater. "Wh-whatt?" He giggled as he looked away, unable to face him. "You heard me." What did he say?

"I don't care what you guys want, all I know is that right know I'm gonna rip off those stupid tight clothes and I'm gonna ravish your naked body," Yunho grunted. "Hm, we'll share," San said.

San kissed your lips and you immediately melted in his embrace. You had always wondered what his arms felt like, his big strong arms that drove every woman on the planet absolutely insane and they felt great.

San kept kissing you as Yunho got on his knees in front of you, pulling down your skirt and spreading your legs a little, seeing the wet patch on your underwear. "Ooh, did we get you wet, Y/N?" Yunho smirked. You broke off the kiss with San, already missing his soft lips as you nodded and slipped your panties off. Yunho nearly growled at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him, running his hands over your soft thighs.

San undid your blouse and bra in a few simple motions, leaving you completely naked. You felt so exposed, looking at the three completely clothed boys and they caught up on it quickly. One by one they started to undress, leaving just their underwear on.

Yunho got between your legs again and licked a stripe up from the bottom of your cunt all the way to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. "O-Oh, Yunie," you panted out, making Yunho grin as he heard the nickname you always gave him roll from your tongue in the form of a moan.

"Yunie, Yunie, Yunie!" You moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and occasionally sucked on your clit. "Stay quiet dear, they'll be able to hear us," San smirked as he kissed your neck and fondled your breasts. You saw Seonghwa in the corner of the room, clearly nervous but palming his crotch as he watched Yunho eat your pussy.

"A-Are you not joining in, Seonghwa?" You asked him, as you were kind of hoping he would come closer and pleasure you. He was a little shy, but he nodded and came closer, sitting on your left side. "If we're gonna do this I want all three of you," you said in a husky tone as you kissed his neck and latched your tongue on his sensitive skin.

His brows furrowed and he swallowed thickly, clearly getting harder from your actions. Your hand reached Yunho's dark hair and pulled it slightly. He looked up at you from between your legs and moaned against your pussy as he kept eating you out.

"So when did you start thinking about fucking me?" You panted out as you grinded your sex on Yunho's tongue. "Hmm, for months now," he moaned against your cunt. You moaned out his name again, a little louder this time.

"You want them all to hear, don't you? You want everyone to hear how good Yunie's making you feel?" San smirked. You couldn't even form a proper sentence because Yunho was currently bringing you to fucking paradise on that skilled tongue. Your moans grew louder as your orgasm washed over you, body trembling in San's embrace.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Seonghwa breathed out as he watched Yunho ride out your orgasm, licking your pussy clean. "Yeah? You want in too, hyung?" San smirked. Seonghwa bit his lip and nodded. He really seemed to be a bit more submissive towards the other boys, wondering what he would be like to you.

"Kiss first then," San stated, pulling Seonghwa closer by his neck and crashing their lips together. Fuck. You were squished between them as they made out, your pussy clenching around nothing as you got needier and needier.

Suddenly you felt two of San's thick fingers in your cunt, pushing in and out of you, making you moan out. Seonghwa reached for your pussy too, rubbing your clit with his middlefinger as San kept fucking you with his fingers. You cried out and clenched around their fingers, the pleasure being so good. ''O-Oh my fucking God,'' you moaned out as Seonghwa picked up the pace. This way you could never last long.

Before you knew it you came again, arousal seeping out of you and coating San's fingers. The boys pulled their hands away and ended the kiss and San held his fingers in front of Seonghwa's mouth, ordering him to lick them off. Seonghwa sucked San's fingers clean while looking at him so intensely as you pulled San's underwear down.

San's dick was rather girthy and thick and it nearly made you drool. Wow, fuck. You got on your knees in front of him and Seonghwa followed your lead. ''I think our hyung is a little needy for cock, don't you think?'' Yunho grinned as he sat on one of the chairs, stroking his erection through his underwear. ''Are you needy for cock, Seonghwa hyung?'' San asked, raising his right eyebrow.

Seonghwa's cheeks and ears were red, so embarrassed but God, it was so cute. ''Can I?'' Seonghwa asked with a small voice. ''Hm... What about Y/N then?'' San asked. Seonghwa thought for a few seconds until Yunho showed up naked and sat next to San. ''She can suck my cock first.''

You swallowed thickly as you saw his big cock sitting between his legs. ''Wow,'' you breathed out, ''where the fuck do you hide this thing?'' Yunho laughed and leaned back a little. ''If you suck it well enough I'll let you ride it.'' You nodded and quickly got to work.

Yunho's muscles tensed when he felt your hot, wet mouth swallow his cock. Your head bobbed up and down as you used your hands on the part you couldn't fit in your mouth. The idol threw back his head and moaned out as he watched your 'innocent' eyes look up at him.

Suddenly you heard groaning beside you as well, making you let go of Yunho's cock with a pop and watch the two men in awe. Seonghwa was sucking San's dick as if it were the sexiest porno in existance, it looked and sounded so incredibly sinful.

The slurping sounds and the moans Seonghwa let out as he gagged on San's cock made your pussy throb. San was moaning and thrusting his hips upwards, fucking his hyung's throat. You gasped as Yunho grabbed your by your hair and forced you back down on his cock. You moaned and gagged around his member as he made you choke on it, fucking your mouth just the way San was doing to Seonghwa.

Yunho and San gave each other a glance, smirking as they were abusing your throat's for their pleasure. ''Fuck, that's so good, such a good girl,'' Yunho moaned as he felt his release coming closer. ''Are you gonna cum Yunie?'' San smirked. ''Fuck yeah, gonna paint her throat all white, ah!'' he moaned out as he came deep in your throat, forcing you to swallow his seeds. You let go of his cock with a pop and you panted out.

Seonghwa was still working on San's cock, drool all over his chin and down the base of San's shaft. ''I'm gonna cum in your mouth now and you're gonna fucking take my load,'' San grunted, ''you're gonna fucking take it, okay baby?'' Seonghwa moaned around his cock before swallowing the big load that San released with a loud moan. Seonghwa panted heavily when he got off his wet cock, tears in his eyes. ''That's a good boy,'' San said as he caressed Seonghwa's hair.

''Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever experienced,'' you breathed out as you got on Yunho's lap, hands over his toned chest. You pushed him down to lay flat on the bed as you mounted his cock, letting it sink all the way in. You let out a long moan as you felt him stretch you out.

''I-I want all of you, please, all of you at once,'' you whimpered as you bounced lightly on Yunho's length. ''Oh? You want all of us at once? What a naughty little girl,'' Yunho smirked, ''well you heard her boys.'' ''Hm, you're one to like having all her holes filled don't ya?'' San smirked. ''You're not fucking my ass San, do you understand? You're not fucking my ass'' you said, rolling your eyes, knowing about his ass-obsession. San laughed and nodded as he got behind you. ''I promise I won't fuck your ass, only Hwa's.''

San slid his rigid cock right next to Yunho's, deep into your pussy. ''Oh-Oh my God!'' You cried out. ''What about me?'' a now naked Seonghwa asked with his boba eyes. God, those eyes. ''Kiss me,'' you whimpered, pulling him close by his hip. Seonghwa got closer and passionately kissed you on the mouth, driving you inside with his soft lips.

Yunho and San slowly started moving inside you, making you moan into Seonghwa's mouth. You took his long cock in your hand, pumping it up and down slowly, trying to match Yunho and San's pace. Seonghwa moaned along with you and bucked his hips up.

''I had no idea Seonghwa hyung was this filthy,'' Yunho smirked as he rolled his hips up into you. San and Yunho were moving faster, fucking you harder and it felt so good that you could barely keep on kissing Seonghwa. You kept moaning and moaning, eventually breaking the kiss and resting your head against his shoulder. You kept pumping his cock rapidly, earning the most beautiful moans from the boy.

''O-Oh my, you're driving me insane,'' he moaned out. ''Hmm... I always knew he was filthy, I still live with him,'' San smirked before continuing, ''He's always fucking touching himself, fucking himself, listening to us when we're jerking off, he's a little pervert,'' San smirked. Seonghwa could only nodd, whine and moan at San's words,

''I-I'm sorry, I don't wanna be a pervert,'' he cried out, ''I-I just couldn't help it!'' ''It's okay babyboy, it's okay,'' San cooed, ''I'm gonna take care of you after this.''

San's hips thrusted quickly into you, his balls softly clashing against your ass. ''Fuck, you are so good for us,'' Yunho moaned. ''Y-Yes, so good for you, so good for you, I'll fucking let you ruin me whenever you guys want I promise y-you can use my pussy,'' you moaned out. ''Oh? You want us to use your pussy as a good little fucktoy when we're on the road? Well I cannot say no to that.''

''Yes, please, please, please!'' You begged them as you kept working your hand on Seonghwa's cock. He bucked his hips up in the air and started fucking your fist, cumming all over it with a loud moan before he could even announce it.

''What a filthy boy,'' San said, smirking as he pounded into you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You let go of Seonghwa's cock as you felt forward onto Yunho's chest, moaning out from the friction you got on your clit. ''Oh look at you, you're close aren't you?'' Yunho said, smirking. ''Y-Yes, Yunie, yes! G-Gonna cum so hard,'' you moaned loudly. San and Yunho thrusted a few more times before they send you over the edge, making you scream out in pleasure.

Only seconds later Yunho came as well, spilling inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out of you and so did San, seeing him watch the three of you by himself. San laid Seonghwa down and smirked at the innocent-looking boy. ''Shall I fill you up now, huh?

''Y-Yes, please, please I've been wanting you for so long,'' he cried out. You and Yunho felt quite fucked out so you laid in his arms as you watched San lube up his dick and slide it into Seonghwa's puckering hole.

''I'm gonna fucking make you scream, hyung,'' he panted out as he let the older one adjust to his size. ''Please, have no mercy on me, I can take it.'' ''I know you can, I've seen that dildo underneath your bed,'' San smirked. Seonghwa's eyes grew wide as San moved inside him, starting off with a rough and fast pace.

He already earned so many sinful, slutty moans from him, making you think that Seonghwa went in the wrong entertainment business cause damn he was sexier and hotter than any pornstar you've ever seen.

''Yeah, you like that baby?'' he smirked as he plunged deeper inside him. San grabbed Seonghwa's cock and jerked it off as he kept fucking him, turning him into a moaning mess. ''I-I'm not gonna last long like this!'' Seonghwa moaned out, ''Your cock is too good, too fucking good!''

San smirked and absolutely went nuts inside him, ramming his cock deep inside him and letting out the most animalistic groans. ''Fuck me, fuck me hard, give me your cum, please!'' Seonghwa begged. With a few more jerks of his hips San released inside Seonghwa, moaning out his name.

Seonghwa moaned louder as he felt his orgasm approach, clenching down on San's cock, milking him dry. San's dom facade slowly broke down as his pleasure took over and watched Seonghwa unravel beneath him, spilling all over his hand and abs.

After getting cleaned up you wished the boys good night before getting back to your own hotelroom, rethinking the shenanigans of earlier and you couldn't help but smile. This was definitely not gonna be the last time this was happening.

What happens in London, doesn't stay back in London. It's comin' back home, you thought.

#kpop #ateez #smut #seonghwa #san #yunho #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️#shinestarhwaa

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kenmjiro · 7 months

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ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ Scars and bad memories | Carl Grimes

Carl grimes (TWD) x Fem reader

TWS: angst, kissing, mention of child abuse

Carl was locked in his room throwing darts, he did this frequently since they let him out of the infirmary after losing his eye.

He was distant, he didn't talk to anyone except his father and Michonne occasionally, he didn't leave his room and that had me worried, I have come to see him every day, but he doesn't speak to me and barely looks at me

We had been together for 6 months before this happened, but I just don't know what will become of us anymore. It hurts me to see him like this, but I will continue fighting, because I love him and I will do everything possible to prove it.

With my legs trembling with nervousness I decided to go in, I wiped the sweat that was accumulating on my palms on my pants, I gathered my courage and pushed the door.

When I saw Carl with his back to me, he was throwing darts from the side where he had been shot, and there were no darts on the target, they had all hit the door and he seemed more and more frustrated and absent.

“What are you doing here again?” His voice sounded so cold and hard that for a moment I thought I had hit an ice barrier, and as soon as I could answer, a cruel lump of anguish had formed in my throat.

“I-I came to see little Judd.”

He didn't even look at me and continued throwing darts at him.

“She's in her room, so don't bother me.

That hurt me, but I'm not a weak girl and my duty is to help Carl, there's no time to get depressed.

“Talking to me like that won’t give you back your eye.” I knew that my comment would piss him off and I waited expecting the worst from him, that he would run me out of his room or yell at me, whatever he did to hurt me I didn't care, I needed to remove all that indifference that was consuming his feelings.

“You think I care? Go chase squirrels, you silly little girl.”

“No thanks, I already had lunch.” My sarcastic response seemed to bother him more and he began to throw the darts with more fury than before, but half of them hit the door and the rest fell to the ground.

“Do you remember when we met and I had a huge bow with me?”

“No." He cut me off abruptly, trying to silence me.

“You said it was impossible for a girl as short and skinny as me to have enough strength to shoot it, you made fun of me for days until she saw me shoot it.”

The memory seemed to have softened his bad mood; he stared vacantly at a spot on the wall and smiled imperceptibly.

“Yes, I still don't understand how you did it... You were tiny.” He gave a small, fleeting chuckle. "You still are."

Carl had spoken almost in a whisper, but since we were alone, that was enough for me. In the end he gave up throwing the darts and looked at the ground.

“I just needed my arms, correct posture...and an eye. “Carl turned around to look at me, he seemed angry, but at the same time I could see that I was getting to him.

“What are you getting at, y/n?”

“You don't need everything to shoot a bow, or a gun, or to throw darts, you just...you just have to have the way.

“Yeah? and when you lose an eye… what is the Y/n way?” Carl began to approach me in a threatening manner. " which ?!?"

“I can teach you.”

I raised my hand to caress his face, but he moved away from it as if my touch burned him.

“Oh yeah? Try it, see what you can do as a hunter.”

“First stand up straight, put one foot on the shooting line and the other behind.” With my hands I gently corrected his posture and pushed his leg so that it was aligned. “stand on your side and fix your target with your dominant eye.”

“You will say with the only eye I have left.”

His voice was bitter and sarcastic, but he was relenting.

“That's all you need, sheriff.”

I carefully took his throwing arm and told him to take it back to throw the dart, I left his side and he looked at me skeptical, but he threw, and it took him half a second to realize that he had hit right. the target. He hid his surprise and finally spoke to me without his tone of indifference and bitterness.

“Not bad hunter, now I understand how being so little you had better aim than dad.”

“You see, everything has its side... You just have to find it.”

He looked down so that his hair hid how heartbroken and sad he was, but he knew him better than I knew myself, he knew how he felt.

“And how do I find the side to this?”

She pointed to the side of his face where there was only a thick bandage.

I approached him calmly and hugged him, he didn't return the gesture, but his entire body was trembling.

“Why are you still looking for me?” His voice was barely a whisper full of pain. “I'm horrible, I can't force you to stay with me like this, please don't feel sorry for me and just leave.”

My heart hurt so much hearing his voice, so fragile, so vulnerable.

“I don't feel sorry, I love you. Please believe in me, we will get through this together, let me help you. ”

"You do not have to do it. “I’ll be fine alone… You don’t deserve to spend your life with a monster, full of scars and bad memories.”

My heart broke at his words, I separated from him and forced him to sit down on the bed in the room, it's time for me to show him my own scars, I calmly took off the blouse I was wearing and then the small tank top, leaving me only with a sports bra.

“Do you see this scar?” I said pointing to my stomach “When my uncle got drunk he was very violent, he tried to hit my mother, but she locked herself in her room and left me alone with him. "She was scared, and trying to escape I fell on a glass table... her blood must have scared him, because she left me lying there and walked away."

“and-I didn't-I had no idea…”

“and you see these marks here?” I took off the leather wrist guards I always wore. “A year before I found them I ran into a group of unpleasant people... Our leader made them angry and as punishment they handcuffed me and other kids to a fence and attracted the attention of some walkers so that our parents could see it, I I tore the skin on my wrists to free myself, I didn't even care about the pain, I just had to pull. And do you see this ugly mark?” I brushed the hair off my shoulder and showed him a large asterisk-shaped scar. “I had a small accident with Daryl when we went out to look for Beth, a guy tried to shoot me at point-blank range, luckily Daryl was able to deflect the shot and it didn't hit me.” in the heart as was his plan.”

“...Why didn't you ever show me all this?”

“Because I'm horrible... How could I expect you to love someone who carried only scars and horrible memories?” Carl looked at me bewildered and looked away.

“It’s not the same Y/n.”

“Of course... we are both full of scars and these remind us that we were stronger than what tried to kill us, we are survivors and this is our life... and I want to share my scars and my bad memories with you and I want you to you do the same. Carl, I love you and I want to experience all the good that is left in the world with you.” Without realizing it, I had walked until I was in front of Carl and I knelt down so I could look him in the face, my eyes were full of tears and my voice was shaking, “and don't think that you can decide for me, I want to be by your side... “Just… Unless you don’t love me anymore…”

He didn't let me finish and silenced my crying with a kiss. He knelt down next to me and kissed me passionately. His arms wrapped around me with strength and desperation. My cheeks were wet, but he didn't care. With his fingers he delicately caressed each one of my scars and I did the same.

“Of course I love you, forgive me for acting like an idiot, I…”

This time it was my turn to silence his lips, my entire body vibrated as the temperature rose, in desperation I lightly pulled his hair, wishing he would never leave me. When our lungs were begging for air we did not separate slightly, his lips were red and swollen from what had happened before, we both gasped to catch our breath.

“You know, it's very unfair that even with a scar like that you still manage to look so perfect.” Carl laughed lightly and leaned down to kiss my shoulder.

“Says the girl who, even with all her scars, looks like an angel.”

I blushed at his comment, it was always the same, he managed to take my breath away just with a phrase like that.

“Shut up and kiss me sheriff.”

“With pleasure, hunter. ”

The kisses continued just like the memories and the scars.

Even though we had both lost a part of ourselves and even though destiny had marked us, it no longer mattered to us, because being together we were finally complete.

#fanfic #oneshot #kenmijiro #carl grimes x you #carl grimes twd #twd carl #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x reader #twd x you #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending

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damiansgoodgirll · 6 months

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Can you do one with yn being in love with Kylian but he just want to have fun and do not think about love right now and just want to sleep with yn but she doesn’t want that because she knows he is playing with her and then he falls in love with her but it was to late she already found someone who respects her and loves her

i’m definitely feeling this because i’m just ended a situationship/relationship with a man, an older man, so reader is practically my pov, i really hope you can’t relate because i feel like sh!t so, here’s a sad one!

kylian mbappe x reader

strangers

you couldn’t deny how you felt everytime you were with kylian. he made your heart beating so fast, you were afraid it would explode. he was kind and caring with you, always paying for your nights out, always driving you home and making you feel safe. you spent nights just talking with each other, getting to know him better.

you really thought he was interested in you, you hoped so but when one night you declined his offer of staying at his place, you slowly saw how he started losing interest in you.

you were the one to text first.

you were the one to call first.

you were the one to make sure he was okay and that he wasn’t overloading himself with work.

but he just stopped caring about you.

leaving you on read. you waiting hours and hours, even days to get a simple reply back. you’ve spent sleepless nights thinking of what you did wrong, of what you could do better. your mind was wandering around the constant feeling of not being enough.

he was the kylian mbappè.

he was probably fucking a different girl every night.

everything he gave you were short replies with “okay” “sure” “whatever” and “yes”. and honestly it was killing you inside. you knew he was busy but the first time you started texting, he always made sure to give you a good morning and a goodnight, texting you first in the morning and making sure you were okay.

you’ve spent days going through your old messages. seeing how eager he was to meet you.

and when you met everything felt amazing. you felt the spark with him. when his hand touched your thigh when he was driving you back home or when his lips met yours as a kiss goodnight. everything felt right until it wasn’t.

when you said to him you were looking for something more serious, you didn’t expect him to completely block you out of his life. he told you he didn’t want anything serious and you had no idea of how to feel.

why would he be so kind if he didn’t mean anything of that?

just - why?

you’ve thought so many times about texting him “hey, can we meet?” “hey, we need to talk…” but you stopped, knowing that you would probably look more desperate than how you really were.

but you did try in the end and that was when you realised it was over. he ignored you, he pretended you never existed and in the back of your mind you knew he wasn’t even thinking about you anymore.

“i can’t believe i fell for that dick!” you screamed to yourself one night, when you were home alone, crying your eyes out because you felt used. you felt like a whore, and it took you too long to realise that he was only using your body.

but then kylian wanted you back.

he got bored of the same superficial girl, he wanted someone real and he wanted you.

you knew it was too late. you knew that if you fell for kylian once again it would be over for you so this time, you were the one who blocked him out of your life.

you wanted to find something new, feel something new and with kylian by your side, you knew it would have been impossible.

so you let him go. no matter how much it was fucking killing you. you needed to work on yourself and you needed to heal first, that’s why you became your first priority.

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this felt more like a letter to myself but i really needed this.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Prompt #2 smut with chad Meeks-Martin x reader

‘’Does that feel good?’’

Warnings: smut, handjob

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After nine days in an uncomfortable hospital bed and eating tasteless meals, Chad was discharged from the hospital. Recovery was going well for him. The stabbing wounds were healing slowly but nicely, according to the doctors. His leg, however, was more damaged. Amber’s knife had touched a nerve in his thigh and it will possibly leave him with a slight limp.

‘’This is much better than the hospital,’’ Chad declared, his head on your shoulder while a movie played on his small TV. ‘’I like having you as my personal nurse.’’

You had offered to stay with Chad and play nurse while his parents were at work during the day. Mindy had immaturely pointed out how dirty it sounded, but you just wanted to help and take care of the person you loved after almost losing him.

‘’You didn’t like Dr. Monique?’’ You held your laugh, already knowing his answer.

‘’She kept insisting to change my bandages and tried to give me a sponge bath. A sponge bath, babe!’’

‘’Wouldn’t it have been a safer idea? You had me help you in the shower and almost fell on me. I’m half your height!’’

‘’I already apologized for that — a thousand times. My foot slipped, okay?’’ Chad said, getting defensive.

You chuckled. ‘’Okay.’’

Chad opened his mouth, but you captured his lips, finally able to kiss without having to worry about making the heart monitor go crazy.

Although he had only spent over a week at the hospital and you saw him every single day, it felt like you hadn’t seen him in months and this was your reunion. In a way, it was. The hospital wasn’t the best place for privacy. There’s doctors and nurses coming in and out at all times, family and friends visiting, and that annoying heart monitor.

The kiss was a mix of relief and desperation, your hands clinging to Chad’s bicep and shirt. His tongue slipped between your lips, cupping your face to deepen the kiss. He’s been wanting to do this for so long — and so did you. Being home made more room for possibilities, but with his parents and sister checking in on him all the time, you and Chad didn’t have a lot of alone moments.

The hand grabbing his shirt slid down his chest and stomach, careful to not apply any pressure over his healing wounds, and slipped underneath his sports shorts.

‘’What are you doing?’’ Chad sad against your lips, speaking low.

You continued your journey down, and cupped his flaccid length over his boxers. ‘’Taking care of my boyfriend’s sexual urges. What does it looks like?’’

He took a sharp breath, trying so hard not to buck his hips into your hand. ‘’I’m a big fan of that idea, but I don’t want to risk popping a stitch— aah.’’ Chad threw his head back against his pillows, his words forgotten as you continued your ministrations, feeling him grow stiff swiftly from all the pent up sexual needs.

Laying on a hospital bed trying to recover from countless stab wounds made it impossible for any kind of sexual interaction. Not even by his left hand. His bed was unfortunately situated right where anyone would have a full shot of his private parts if walking by his room and the shower was too hazardous. It was also very illegal to jerk off or do anything sexual in a hospital. This is not Grey’s Anatomy or some other hospital drama.

You smirked to yourself. ‘’Who said you were going to do any of the work?’’

With some gentle shuffling and maneuvering, you managed to get Chad’s cock out. He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his touch starved cock, so sensitive and responding.

''So needy for my touch, uh?’’ you teased, rubbing your thumb over his tip and spread the precum leaking out down his shaft. ‘’Does that feel good?''

A moan spilled from Chad’s lips in response, not caring how needy and desperate he sounded. ‘’You have no idea.’’

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