#buy his fruit pls

[chlix]

to do what i can do

pairing: seungmin x f!reader

genre: fluff, light angst

word count: 6.1k

warnings: insecurity, light angst, exactly three (3) uses of "y/n"

synopsis: after a conversation with hyunjin's girlfriend, you grow worried that you aren't putting enough work and attention into your relationship. seungmin dissuades you of this idea immediately.

a/n: literally never done this before so sorry if this formatting isn't standard. also ignore any spelling errors pls <3

Seungmin kisses you goodbye every morning. It’s like clockwork: he puts on his shoes, pours his coffee in a mug, kisses you goodbye, and is out the door. Both of you are routine-oriented people. You like schedules and organized silverware drawers. Ever since you first got together, Seungmin has been kissing you goodbye whenever you part ways, and nearly a year later that hasn’t changed. It’s sweet that he always remembers, and the fact that it’s practiced doesn’t make it feel any less sincere.

This morning is more of the same. You get up before him, as always, and put the coffee on. You check your emails while your breakfast cooks. Seungmin emerges just as the food is done (too late to actually eat it, as always) and goes to get his coat and shoes from the door. He loops back around to put his coffee in the cup you washed the previous night and leans down to where you’re sitting at the table to kiss you lightly on the lips. It’s so rote as to be unnotable, but it makes you smile anyway, your day instantly brighter.

“I love you,” you call after him, as you always do, and Seungmin waves as he leaves, throwing a “Be safe!” over his shoulder.  And then the door closes, and you’re alone.

In a few minutes, you’ll go to work at your office job. Later, you’ll come home and make dinner. At some point in the day, Seungmin will text you to let you know if he’ll be coming home or not, so that you’ll know if you need to make one portion or two. You normally make two anyway, and just leave the second wrapped up in the fridge. If worst comes to worst, you don’t mind eating the leftovers. It’s far more horrible in your mind to not have food ready for him when he is home. It’s not that Seungmin expects food from you. He’s expressed multiple times that he can buy food on his way home. But you like cooking for him, and lately you don’t get much chance because he’s so busy. You want things to be perfect when he’s home because the time you get together is precious. You’re not obsessive about it, or anything. You’re not “playing housewife” as your friends sometimes say. It’s not a crime to want to take care of your boyfriend.

Right now is a bit of a hectic period, and you haven’t seen him much for a while. You were surprised he even had the time to come home the previous night, although of course you were grateful. When he does come home, he gives you his undivided attention, like you’re the only person on earth. It makes the wait worth it. And he kisses you goodbye every morning because he loves you, and you can feel it on your lips all day, and it assuages the loneliness you might otherwise feel.

Today you have lunch with Ahrin, Hyunjin’s girlfriend. You have good relationships with the partners of all the boys, but you’re a bit closer to Ahrin, maybe because you two are so similar. Ahrin is quieter than the other women, and is more content to observe rather than participate. She’s witty and sharp-tongued, but still kind, and has a gentleness to her that makes her easy to open up to. She calls you up and complains she hasn’t seen you in a while and asks to have a meal with you that afternoon. You haven’t been feeling work very much, and you do miss her, so you agree to take a late lunch and meet her a cafe near your office.

Ahrin is radiant as always, and you make small talk about your families before devolving into complaining about mundanities: annoyances at work and the price of fruit at the supermarket. As you’re speaking, you notice Ahrin is wearing a dainty gold necklace that you don’t recognize, and cut yourself off to ask about it.

“Oh, this? It’s Cartier. Hyunjin bought it for me,” she says, bringing a hand up to touch the small pendant like she’d forgotten she was wearing it. “He’s on this kick about couple’s jewelry.”

“It’s beautiful,” you say, and you mean it. It suits Ahrin’s softness and sophistication. He may have bought it because it was Cartier, but he clearly put some thought into it besides the designer label.

“Thank you,” she says, genuinely pleased. “I try to wear something he bought me whenever I go visit him.”

“Are you going to see him today?”

“I just come from there, actually. He took my credit card in his wallet, so I had to go get it back.”

“Oldest trick in the book,” you say.

Ahrin rolls her eyes. “I know. But it’ll work every time. I can’t help that I need it to go about my day.”

She doesn’t sound the least bit bothered. Ahrin and Hyunjin have been together for two years, and it’s a trick he’s pulled ever since they started living together, the “accidentally taking one of Ahrin’s things to work.” You’ve asked her before why she doesn’t confront him about it, but she says that she thinks it’s cute how he keeps coming up with excuses to see her, and anyway, she also likes having excuses to see him.

You also think it’s cute, if in a more wistful way. Seungmin is organized to a T, and he’s never needed you to bring him something he’s forgotten or vice versa. In fact, you can’t remember if you’ve ever visited him at work at all. You don’t think it’s that strange, though. It’s not like he’s made a habit of showing up to your workplace. Also, you likely wouldn’t have the time even if he’d offered. It does dampen your mood a bit though, especially as Seungmin texts you in the middle of your conversation that he in fact, would not be coming home today, meaning you would have to eat dinner alone tonight.

Ahrin notices the dip in your mood as you set your phone back on the table.

“Bad news?” she asks.

You swipe the notification away.

“It’s nothing. Seungmin just texting me about how busy they are.”

Ahrin hums in understanding. “Well, what can you do. At least it’s not as crazy as it was a few months ago.”

“Isn’t it?” You’ve been seeing less of Seungmin than you had in ages, and you’d assumed it was because their schedules had been bordering on unbearable lately. But Ahrin looks confused at your question.

“I don’t think so. Busier than last month, yeah. But they’re not filming anything right now, so the schedule isn’t as rigid. Seungmin hasn’t talked to you about this?”

You feel embarrassed, somehow. “He doesn’t talk about work much when he’s with me. He likes to keep it separate.”

“That makes sense. You should ask him to share his schedule with you, though. What if you need him and you don’t know where he is, or when he’ll answer?”

“I know where he’s at, generally. He tells me if he’s traveling. I just don’t know the minutiae.”

“You’re allowed to know. You should, for your own peace of mind.”

It’s not that it hadn’t occurred to you to ask. Seungmin told you his whereabouts if you questioned him, and he even volunteered information every once in a while, so you hadn’t thought much of it. And you didn’t suspect him of cheating on you ever in a million years. You knew he had other hobbies and friends as well- a whole life outside you that you weren’t privy to and didn’t need to be. But was it possible you were being a bit too aloof about your boyfriends daily habits? Why didn’t he share what he was doing, if he wasn’t at work? Why didn’t you know?

“I’ll ask him,” you say. “You’re right.”

Ahrin smiles encouragingly, and the topic is dropped for other matters. The odd feeling in your stomach doesn’t settle, though, and by the time you’ve finished your day and sat down to eat dinner, you realize you’ve unfortunately lost your appetite.

Seungmin calls you the next day to say he’ll be staying at the dorm for several days, and you tell him okay, thanks for telling me, I love you, goodbye. After you hang up the phone, you berate yourself for not asking more questions. You’re his girlfriend. You should be care that he’s leaving you alone for days at a time, you think as you drive to work. Maybe he’d been waiting for you to ask what he’d be doing or pester him for spoilers about the group’s upcoming plans. Maybe he wanted you to pout and whine about missing him and beg him to come home. You’d never done any of those things before, but maybe you should be. Maybe he’d called you hoping you would do those things and had hung up the phone disappointed.

The central problem of dating an idol is always a scarcity of time. They’re always busy, and because they’re always busy, you as a partner need to have a life outside them that is full and fulfilling, and sometimes those two schedules conflict. You can go long stretches without spending meaningful time together, and it’s hard to cope with, especially when they’re within driving distance of you, but still inaccessible. You know, though, that a scarcity of time does not always mean a scarcity of attention. You’ve seen it in Ahrin and Hyunjin, in the Cartier necklace and the missing credit card, that Hyunjin thinks about Ahrin all the time, and Ahrin knows that he does, is thinking of him just as much if not more. She can languish in the thought that even if Hyunjin is not with her, he desperately wishes he was, and when she wears his necklaces and bracelets and $500 hair clips, Hyunjin knows she is also desperately thinking about him.

You and Seungmin don’t have a system like that. Seungmin isn’t in the habit of buying you expensive gifts, for starters. He’s frugal with his money, hyperaware that one day his youth and fame will fade, and he won’t have such extravagant income. You’re similarly pragmatic, and you’ve never resented him for this. And that’s not to say he never spends money on you. He buys you flowers and takes you on expensive dates. He bought you a new laptop and headphones without you saying anything, and your closet is full of fancy dresses that are each tied to a high class outing you’ve been on. For each one, he’d bought himself a shirt and jacket to match. But those aren’t things you wear every day to show off. They’re for special occasions, specific memories. There’s nothing you wear or carry daily that marks you as ‘his.’

And honestly, you’ve never really thought about yourself that way. You and Seungmin are together, and you live together (by whatever measure your living arrangements currently count as), but you’ve never longed to be “branded” in a way befitting a pair of earrings or an oversized sweater. You wear his clothes at home, but never out. You don’t feel the need to show up to his practices and recording sessions. You’ve never even asked if you were allowed. If Seungmin bought you a Cartier necklace, you aren’t totally sure you would wear it.

It hits you like a freight train when you put it all together: You don’t care enough about Seungmin. You’re comfortable with him, you feel like you love him, but you don’t care about him the way you’re supposed to care about him. You’re not involved enough. But then, the same goes for him too, doesn’t it? He knows what you do for work, but he rarely asks you about anything other than a cursory how was your day? He doesn’t pester you for anything, doesn’t ask you to visit him or stay up for him when he comes home late. Aren’t those things that he should expect from you as a girlfriend? Why doesn’t he care that you’re so obviously neglecting him? When he kisses you goodbye in the morning, is that because he misses you, or is that just a habit formed over these past months, a meaningless part of the morning ritual he couldn’t resist if he tried?

You feel caught in a lurch, unsure what to do now. Seungmin deserves better than you, clearly. He deserves a girlfriend who actually gives a fuck about his life. But maybe, if you start making up for it now, he’ll forgive the past few months of you being so terrible. He’ll realize that you are an attentive girlfriend, and that you do care about him and that you love him, and you can prove it, you swear, it took you a while to realize what was wrong but you’ve got it all straightened out now. 

You can change. You can fix this. You know you can.

-/-

The next time Seungmin comes home, you wake up first the next morning, like always. You go to put the coffee on, and you make breakfast, and you check your emails. Seungmin comes out, walks past you to his shoes and coat, and doubles back to get his morning coffee.

“Busy day today?” you ask.

Seungmin freezes in his movements, caught off guard by your question. He recovers quickly enough, and answers. “Not particularly. Vocal practice, some other things.”

“Oh, good. Do you think you’ll be home today then?”

Seungmin turns to face you, his cup abandoned on the counter, unfilled. “Is everything alright?”

“What?”

“Is something wrong? Do we need to talk?”

Oh god, it’s worse than you thought. Asking if he’s going to be home to eat dinner is enough for him to think something is amiss. Have you truly never asked him that before?

“Everything’s fine. It would just be nice to eat dinner with you, is all.”

Seungmin relaxes. He leans down to kiss you, but it lingers longer than normal, as if he’s savoring the touch, your attention. “I’ll do my best,” he promises. “I love you. Have a nice day.”

You absolutely blossom under his affection, the verbosity atypical for so early in the morning.

“I love you too. Be safe.”

“I always am,” he says, and presses another peck to your lips before pulling away. He finishes pouring his coffee, grabs his coat, and waves as he leaves. You sit at the table, vibrating with satisfaction. You’re doing it, you’re giving him what he needs. Maybe all hope isn’t lost for you two just yet.

Your sky-high mood follows you to work, and the day keeps getting better with the discovery of cupcakes in the break room. One of your coworkers’ kids just had a birthday, and they had way too much food left over. You take one back to your desk to nibble on while you work, and even the mundanity of your daily tasks can’t bring you down from how well this day is turning out. Around midmorning, it occurs to you that this is the perfect opportunity to do something else nice for Seungmin by bringing him cupcakes. They’re not filming, which means they’re not on diets, so he can handle a bit of sugar and frosting, especially if it’s a gift from you. You borrow a container from the staff kitchen to carry some cupcakes and decide to defer your own lunch to deliver them across the city.

When you get to the JYPE building, though, you realize you have no idea what to do. You’re fairly sure you’re allowed access; the other girlfriends pop in and out all the time. But it’s possible no one here recognizes you, since this is the first time you’ve shown your face around here.

Being spontaneous is cute and quirky, but standing around lost and embarrassed grows tiring within seconds. You give up and decide to text Seungmin.

Are you busy?, you send, standing awkwardly by the door and hoping security doesn’t throw you out. Thankfully, he responds quickly.

Not super. Do you need to call?

Actually I’m in the lobby of your building. Can you come down?

Typing, and then a pause. Then more typing. Eventually the message comes through.

Ok.

You can’t decode that at all. It strikes you for the first time that you may be bothering him by driving over here. You did ask if he was busy, though. And it stood to reason that if you had time for a 5-minute phone call, he had time to come downstairs and accept the gift you’d brought him. It isn’t intrusive. This is what people do for each other when they care about each other.

It only takes a few minutes for Seungmin to round the corner into the lobby. His face is creased in concern, even worse than he’d looked this morning, and he’s walking at a brisk pace to stand right in front of you.

“Hey,” he says. “What’s going on?”

You don’t know how to respond to his intensity, so you just hold out the container towards him. “I brought you cupcakes.”

Seungmin’s eyebrows furrow in utter confusion. “You…made cupcakes?”

“I didn’t make them. A coworker brought them in. But I remember you saying you liked cupcakes, and I had a free minute, so I thought I’d bring them over before they got finished.”

Seungmin accepts the box gingerly, as though it contains a nest of wild hornets, or lit sticks of dynamite. “You drove all the way over here to give this to me?”

Your doubts go from an inkling to a full-on tumult. “Yes, I did. I was just thinking of you…I thought you might like something sweet.”

You don’t mean to look dismayed, but Seungmin must clue-in to the fact that this isn’t the reaction you were hoping for. He shifts the box to one hand and laces your fingers together with his other.

“Thank you for thinking of me,” he says. “But you don’t need to go out of your way to bring me things.”

“It’s not out of my way. I had time.”

“Let me rephrase. You shouldn’t expend your lunch hour to bring me food. When are you going to eat now?”

“I’ll stay an extra half hour. It’s fine.”

Seungmin clearly isn’t satisfied with this. He tugs lightly on your arm, bidding you to follow, and you do, unsure of what else to do.

He takes you up a floor, and down a hallway to what seems to be a regular employee break room, where he gestures for you to sit down at one of the tables. You do, and he walks over to the fridge to get bottled water and brings back one for you, along with napkins and a knife from the drawer next to the fridge.

“If you aren’t going to eat lunch, you might as well share your spoils with me,” Seungmin says. He opens the container and takes out one of the cupcakes (and they are huge, to be honest, you kind of can’t believe they’re from a kid’s birthday party) and cuts it in half.

“Pick a side,” he says, and you do, and he carefully picks it up and lays it on a paper towel before sliding it towards you. He takes the other half, and you pick your desserts apart with your fingers. Seungmin tells an anecdote about Jeongin from their vocal lesson that morning. It’s…nice. You’re just spending time with your boyfriend, a quick stolen minute in the midst of your busy lives. The frosting is sickeningly sweet, and you find yourself reaching for the bottle of water without even thinking of it, and only later preen at the realization that Seungmin knew you would need to wash the artificial taste out and had brought you water preemptively. He knows you well enough to identify if something would suit your palette with only a glance.

Both of you don’t have much time to spare, so after fifteen minutes you wipe off your hands and clean off the table.

“I’ll bring the rest of these back upstairs,” he says. “They won’t last ten minutes once the others see them.”

“That’s fine. That’s what I was hoping for, actually.”

“And here I thought you brought these only for me,” he says, but his lips are curled up, teasing. He kisses you goodbye, like always, lips sugary-sweet and soft as cotton-candy. “Thank you for stopping by. I’ll see you tonight.”

Your heart grows three sizes. You’re on cloud nine. “Anytime,” you say.

That night you try very hard not to be an absolute freak about dinner. You cook nearly every day, so the cooking itself isn’t that special, but for some reason your usual rotation doesn’t feel good enough. Seungmin is coming home for the second day in a row, and you don’t want to reuse ingredients, or phone it in when you’d specifically asked him to come home. At the same time, a five-course meal is definitely doing way too much. You stop by the store on the way home and scan the shelves, before wrestling yourself into a compromise and getting ingredients for a meal you both enjoy, but you’re normally too lazy to bother after a long day at work. It’s nothing fancy, just time-consuming, but you’re in such high spirits that the labor doesn’t even feel harrowing.

Seungmin gets home a few minutes before you’re properly done, with the pot on the stove ticking down steadily as you wash dishes and spoons. Seungmin greets you as he walks in but vanishes quickly down the hall to shower and change into inside clothes. By the time he reappears, you’re all but done, and you’ve never been more satisfied with yourself as you dish the food into two bowls and set them on the table. Sure, maybe it’s “playing housewife” a little bit, but you don’t even care. If playing housewife is this rewarding, you might have to start doing it more often.

Seungmin raises his eyes as the dinner you prepared.

“Didn’t you complain that this is hard to make?” he asks. You shrug.

“Felt like cooking today,” is all you say. “No biggie.”

Seungmin sits down at the table, pushes his plate to the side, and looks directly at you. “Y/n. What’s going on?”

Anxiety shoots through you. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do. I’m not oblivious. You’ve been acting off all day.”

“Off?”

“Visiting me at the company? Cooking this fancy dinner? It’s not like you at all.”

“That’s not me being ‘off.’ I just missed you, that’s all.”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you? Is that why?”

“No! I mean, you have. There is no ‘why’. Am I not allowed to miss my boyfriend?”

Seungmin looks distinctly unimpressed. “Nice try. Wanna go again?”

All your good humor from earlier is dissolving into your soup. “You’re mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you.”

“I was trying to do something nice for you. I just wanted to spend time with you today. Is that so wrong?”

“It’s not wrong. It’s just unusual for you. When you told me you showed up at the company, I thought something horrible had happened, because you never visited me before.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“What doesn’t?”

“That I never visit.”

“Why would that bother me?”

All your anxieties are simmering near the top, threatening to boil over. “Because the other members’ girlfriends visit all the time. I know they do. They have security clearance and everything. But I never do. I don’t even know where you are most days if I wanted to visit you.”

Seungmin frowns. “You’re busy. You have a job you’re at all day, same as me. Some of the other members’ girlfriends work less or have other things going on.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you mutter. “Maybe I have too much going on.”

Seungmin looks hesitant at this. “If you feel you need to cut back, I’ll support you.”

“Is that what you want? Do you think I should work less?”

“No, I don’t. That’s not my decision anyway.”

“But I just…” You’re cracking, you know you are, you can hear it in your voice- “I just want to be there for you more. I want to be attentive.”

“You are attentive. You’re there for me all the time.”

“I’m not!” It bursts out of you more violently than even you expected. Seungmin is taken aback, eyes widening as you finally break. “I’m so aloof towards you, it’s awful. I never know where you are, or what you’re doing. I never ask you to come home to me. I don’t stay up for you. I don’t visit you. Other girlfriends have bracelets or necklaces they wear for their boyfriends, and I don’t do any of that. No one would even know we were dating, based on how we are now.” You suck in a breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. “I just don’t even know what you get out of being with me. I don’t do anything I’m supposed to do, and you keep letting me get away with it. And I thought if I changed, and I started trying harder, maybe I could fix it before you realize that I don’t deserve you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, humiliation and sadness making you feel dizzy and hot. Now that you’ve said it all out, it sounds ridiculous. It’s not as if you could fix a behavioral pattern with one good day. If your relationship really is rotten through, all you’ve done is draw attention to the problem and made it even worse. Contrasted with how you acted today, the past eleven months must seem downright hollow.

Seungmin sighs. “Y/n, look at me, please.”

You open your eyes and are horrified to see Seungmin looking absolutely mournful where he sits across the table. He looks so aggrieved, so weighed down, and a horrible rock forms in the pit of your stomach.

“First of all,” he says. “I don’t ever want to hear you say again that you don’t deserve me. It’s not true, and I won’t have you putting yourself down like that. You don’t decide what I deserve, I do. And I’ve decided you’re exactly what I want.”

You blink, confused at the turn of events. It’s a very Seungmin thing to say, yes, but in this situation, you didn’t expect him to double down on it so earnestly.

“Second of all, you’re not aloof towards me. I know you love me, and you care for me in your own ways. I also know you have a life outside of me that keeps you busy. I’m grateful for that. I would feel horrible if you spent a significant amount of your day just waiting around for me when we both know I can’t always be there.”

“That’s different,” you can’t help but interject. “You’re an idol. You can’t help that you’re busy.”

“You can’t help being busy either. Being an idol isn’t any more important than any other job. You have responsibilities too.”

You deflate, sagging in your chair. He takes this as license to continue.

“Third, I didn’t think you were the type to wear jewelry every day. If you want me to get you something, I can do that. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured to wear something just because I bought it and it was expensive. Someday, if we get married, you’ll wear my ring, and that’ll be enough for me.”

He’s right. You don’t usually wear jewelry every day, and you would feel bad about not wearing something he’d specifically bought you as a gift. You’re starting to feel more and more foolish as this conversation continues.

Thankfully, his itemized list ends there, and he leans forward, dark eyes fixed on yours. He doesn’t look angry, or upset, just focused. Leave it to Seungmin to mind-map his way through a relationship crisis.

“Can you tell me what brought this on? It’s unlike you to be insecure. If I’ve done something to make you think you’re not good enough for me, I’d like to know so that I can change my behavior.”

You let out a long breath, giving up the fight in the face of Seungmin’s rationality.

“I had lunch with Ahrin the other day. I was complaining about how you’re so busy these days, I rarely see you. Ahrin said you guys actually haven’t been that busy. It made me realize I don’t actually know your schedule, like what you do all day, much less outside of work. And I also realized part of the reason I haven’t seen you much is because I never ask to see you. You have no reason to spend time with me when it seems like I don’t even want you around.” Your voice trails off as you continue, shame sticking the words in your throat.

Seungmin hums, thinking. He lifts his hand up and stretches it toward you, your sign to extend your own hand so he can lace your fingers together. You oblige, and the contact settles you a bit.

“I have never thought for one second that you didn’t want me around. I don’t take offense to you not knowing my schedule either. I know I don’t talk about work much. It might be a flaw of mine.”

“Hyunjin is always playing these little games with Ahrin to get her to come see him. But I’ve always felt that you’d prefer I stay away when you’re working.”

Seungmin hesitates again. “That might be right. That’s not because I don’t love spending time with you, though. It’s the opposite.”

“I…don’t follow.”

“Whatever you believe, the other members’ partners don’t really come around all that much, but when they do come around, it’s not really a big event. They’re just spectators. Like when Ahrin visits us at practice, it’s easy for Hyunjin to pretend she’s not there and keep working. I couldn’t do that. If you were in the room with me, I don’t think I could be as focused as I normally am. I’d be distracted because all my attention would be on you and how you’re doing. That’s why I’ve never encouraged you to visit.”

A small hysterical part of you wants to twist his words somehow, to start a fight about him calling you a ‘distraction’ and all it implies, but you know what he meant. It’s a fairly big admission he’s given, that he couldn’t keep control of himself if you were in his eyeline. It’s…unexpectedly flattering.

“I fluster you that badly?” you ask, half-teasing, half-curious. But Seungmin answers you dead serious.

“Embarrassingly so. When I went back upstairs with the cupcakes, Minho-hyung didn’t give me a second to breathe before commenting on it.”

You find yourself grinning. “Really?”

“Don’t laugh at me. It’s unkind.”

“I’m not laughing,” you say, even though you definitely are. Seungmin rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat or embarrassment in them.

“You could at least be sorry about it.”

“I’m very sorry that I got you bullied by your bandmates,” you say dutifully. “I promise I will do my best not to place you in such a compromising position again.”

“You can visit me if you want,” Seungmin rebuffs. “I can take a little teasing if you really want to see me. My point is just that you shouldn’t feel like you have to because the other girlfriends do.”

“Okay.” You nod, then venture out into the part of the conversation you’ve been avoiding. “If that’s all true, why do you stay away so often? It’s okay if you just have other things to do, but why do you let me think you’re at work if you aren’t?”

You aren’t sure what he’s going to say to this. You believe in his loyalty, always, and you don’t think he truly intended to lie to you, but you still can’t figure out who’s to blame here, and how this miscommunication has persisted between you for so long.

To your surprise, Seungmin’s ears flare red. His grip tightens on your hand, like he’s fighting himself, but you can tell he answers you honestly when he says,

“I was worried I was imposing on you.”

You blink. “Imposing?”

Seungmin is no longer meeting your eyes, his gaze lowered to the table. “Like I said, I don’t want you to constantly be waiting around for me. I don’t want you to get used to having me around, and then when I go on tour, or get busy with activities, you feel my absence stronger. Then, when I come back, I become an inconvenience as you try to fit me into your life again. It’s hard, and it’s unfair. I thought it would be easier to try to keep the same level of involvement all the time, so that you didn’t miss me too badly when I was gone, and I didn’t annoy you too much when I came back.”

You hardly let him finish his sentence before you say, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You keep your attention from me so that I won’t miss you later? How does that make any sense? I miss you regardless. That’s the point of being in a relationship.”

Seungmin winces, and you decide to dial back your indignance. He’d spoken to you evenly, and you could do the same for him.

“Sorry. I just meant that you shouldn’t keep yourself away from me in an effort to spare my feelings. I know what I signed up for when we started dating. I know some times will be easier than others. I appreciate your efforts to mitigate that, but this isn’t the way. You being gone so often is all the more reason to be overt and intense when we do have time together. It’s fine to not want to spend all your free time with me, but don’t ever think wanting to be around me is imposing, or hurting me in some way, because it’s not.”

Seungmin looks properly chastised. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll be around more.”

“And I’ll ask for you more. We both need to stop holding ourselves and each other back.” You let out a little laugh. “We’re acting like it’s embarrassing to be in love or something.”

“Hyunjin said the same thing to me once.”

“Hyunjin is smart in exactly one area,” you acquiesce. “Ahrin is a lucky girl.”

“Comparison is the thief of joy,” Seungmin mutters. You lean forward over your cold dinner and press a kiss to Seungmin’s cheek.

“I didn’t say she was luckier than me.”

You both grin.

-/-

Next week, Monday. You wake up at your usual time, put on coffee, make breakfast. You clear your entire inbox because fuck the sales department, they can say whatever they need to say in the meeting this afternoon. You set your phone down and enjoy the warmth of the tea you brewed and watch the sun come up outside your living room window.

Seungmin gets up, gets his shoes and coat, and doubles back around.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Good morning.”

“Busy day?”

“Nope. I’m free after lunch.”

“Lucky. I have an awful meeting from two to four.”

“You’ll do fine,” Seungmin says. “Sales isn’t the boss of you.”

“They actually are,” you groan, and Seungmin laughs at your dismay. He kisses you goodbye, tells you to be safe. You tell him you love him. The front door opens and closes.

At around 1pm, your phone buzzes with a text.

Are you busy?

Eh. Why?

I’m in your lobby.

No way.

You grab your security pass and head towards the elevators, watching every floor tick down until it lets you out on the ground floor. Seungmin is sitting in a chair in reception, holding a white cardboard box. When he sees you approach him, he grins and holds it up.

“Got time for cupcakes?”

Your smile is so wide it’s splitting your face in half. “Follow me. The break room is on the fourth floor.”

-/-

“I didn’t even know you knew what building I work in.”

“I looked it up on NAVER.”

“Of course you did.”

“Why reinvent the wheel when someone invented the iPhone, y/n.”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #seungmin fluff #seungmin angst #skz imagines #skz x you #skz x y/n #seungmin x y/n #seungmin x you #skz hurt/comfort

[saerotonins]

actor!satoru headcanons

ft. gojo satoru x reader

content warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, implied gojo satoru x reader

wc: 573

jjk actor au masterlist

as an actor:

when he became a rising actor, many people found out that his parents' names were also big in the acting industry 

people immediately assumed that he's just a nepo baby with no talent and only got to where he is due to his parents' wealth and fame

but boy did he prove them WRONG

he's actually so good at his craft that his acting captivated many people

people are also shocked that he studied and actually has a bachelor's degree in fine arts

so yeah, this man is EDUCATED 

a fun fact that many didn't believe is that he wasn't actually even supposed to be an actor and only wanted to help produce and even create his own films

but when he helped producing a film, the director thought he would be a good eye candy on screen and encouraged him to try acting

he first landed some minor roles until more and more people paid attention to him, which helped him unleash his full potential as an actor

if you think he's goofy and silly in jjk, you best believe he is even MORE silly and goofy irl 😭

but he's literally the sunshine of the set so his goofiness really helps in easing the stress of his co-stars and the filming crew

if nanami's the one bringing drinks to the set, he's the one who brings TOO MANY sweets, specifically mochis

it's also ones that are really expensive too like 

doesn't drink coffee because he hates the bitter taste of it, maybe he'll drink one if it's sweet enough (aka doesn't taste like coffee at all), so nanami only buys him fruit teas and frappes LOL

he's also a detail-oriented man so his acting is really GOD TIER and is really keen on nailing every subtle detail whenever he is on screen

definitely very active on ig LOL acts like it's a dump account and is very interactive with his fans in the comment section

his ig composed of various selfies, photo dumps, promotions, his s/o, and definitely a lot of foods

i'd like to think that he also has his youtube channel as well

he posts vlogs and some behind the scenes when he's shooting a drama or magazine shoots 

tries, keyword: tries, not to show spoilers

pls save the directors from him for almost having heart attacks

as a boyfriend:

he really likes to tease you by making you help him practice his lines that needs him to use his hottest voice like bae, FOCUS 

he also practices the fight scenes with you btw 

but he's REALLY annoying about it please

remember that jogo scene? no, the one in shibuya

yeah, he made you feel his entire length like WOAH THERE DUDE? that ain't on the script for sure 😭

also comes home really late but makes up by cuddling you extra longer in the mornings

borrows your lip glosses and takes them to the set because he refuses to buy one and that "it makes your bond as a couple grow stronger" istg

now you know why his lips always look like that on screen LOL

puts them on right before going to the shoot so he can kiss you good with his glossy lips

#gojo fluff #jjk actor au #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x yn #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

PLS YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE FICS ABOUT ASTARION the one you did was so good and cute ☹️☹️ i love it

Let Me Clean Your Wounds

pairing : astarion x (fem) reader

summary : a long week of hard work leaves your party tired and injured. you offer to clean astarions and to your surprise, he accepts.

warnings : talk about blood.

a/n : thank you anon :0 i STILL have not played baldurs gate (so i apologize again for my lack of knowledge).

It had been an incredibly long week. 

It started by someone in the party pointing out that you had no more money left. So you had to spend your days doing odd jobs for people in the nearby town. 

However, a few of them had failed to mention the fact that their job requests could end up harming you in more ways than one. An easy job, like gathering fruit for an old lady who can’t venture out that far anymore, suddenly turned into fighting a hag in the woods for trespassing on her property. 

The compensation received was hardly enough for the injuries you and your party would gather on your bodies throughout the day. 

As powerful as your group was, being caught off guard by some giant creature in the woods left you at a disadvantage. And when calmly mentioned to the people of the village, suggesting that their pay be higher for sending you to do such strenuous tasks so they wouldn’t be attacked themselves, they threw their arms up to you. 

Calling you greedy and saying you were trying to steal their gold. Of course that didn’t sit well with the nearby guards, and while jumping to conclusions without any investigation, you were thrown in a cell. Not all your party, just you, as the leader. 

You weren’t released until a member of your party persuaded them, using the gold you had just earned from the townspeople’s ridiculous jobs. 

So you packed up your camp, and ventured out to find another village. One where you hadn’t been put behind bars for scheming and trying to steal gold from the elderly. 

When you found a nice spot, and a town that looked to have more than enough gold to go around, you set up camp in the nearby woods. The townspeople were less than friendly, but at least they were honest about their jobs. 

They made it abundantly clear that they would not be handing out charity and that you had to work for the gold you earned. That turned out to be a challenge after a few jobs had been completed , and it had clicked that your party has been consistently acquiring injuries over the last few days. 

Your party was down in power. You were lacking in energy, and it was showing in the way your attacks would fly but often miss or hit with not much force behind them. 

So after completing one last job, and buying some fresh meat from the town, you decided to rest. Finally caving into the exhaustion, you felt almost weak when Lae’zel complained about stopping. But nobody else seemed to have any complaints. 

Lae’zel was hasty to eat, along with almost everybody else in the party. They got a fire started and the warmth hugged your body, but while scanning over everyone’s face you realized just how rough your condition had become . 

Everyone seemed to be holding up all right, you weren’t too worried, but as you looked in closer you noticed Astarion was seated farther away from the fire picking at his skin. 

Curious, you left the warmth of the fire and wandered over to him. 

“Mind if I sit?” 

“No, well, not much. But I don’t think you’d listen if I said I did.” You shook your head at him before taking a seat beside him. 

His face was pretty bruised up, cuts on his cheek and lip. And his arms were covered with scratches that it was continuing to pick at. 

You took another glance before standing up and walking back over to your own tent to grab some bandages, your flask of water, and a rag of some sort to wipe his wounds. When you came back he stared at you with amusement in his eyes. 

“What exactly are you planning to do with all that, darling?” 

“You're covered in cuts, have to clean them up so they don’t scar your pretty face. Let me clean your wounds?” You tried not to let the pet name have any effect over you, but you were sure your thoughts were showing through your cheeks. His hand moved to touch his cheek, as if he didn’t believe that he truly did have any injuries, wincing as his finger brushed against a larger cut. 

“You’re seriously worried about me when you’re in the same condition? For the love of the gods , you were thrown in a cell this week and you're truly worried about some cuts on my cheeks?”

“May I?” You held the rag up in your hands, pouring some water over it. He nodded, hesitantly of course, but he allowed it anyway. 

Gently, you placed the dampened rag over his cuts, wiping away at the dried blood and layer of dirt covering his pale skin. His brows furrowed, the sight causing you to let out a giggle. Usually, Astarion was very closed off, so being this close to him and him allowing you to help him was sort of new to you. 

“Why are you laughing? I’m in pain and your ..giggling?” He tried to be stern and serious, his usual facade, but a small smile was playing at the corner of his lip.  

“I’m sorry,” You let out another giggle as you swiped away at his skin and his eyebrows furrowed once more, “It’s just cute, I’ve never seen your face scrunch up like that.”

He seemed to pause, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you. You were being serious. You thought he was cute, when he was covered in blood and dirt. Him showing a little weakness , you thought it was cute? 

“What? I know my face is probably dirty.” You rubbed at your cheek with your free hand, conscious of your appearance as his gaze lingered on your face. He didn’t care though, he was too busy thinking about your words. 

“Cute is an absurd word to use when describing someone like me. I’m too handsome to be described in such ..simple terms.” His smirk returned to his face, your mouth now agape unsure of whether he was serious or not. 

“C’mon now Astarion, I never said you weren’t handsome. I just said you were cute with your face all scrunched up like that.” The rag sat in your lap, his face was clean, his cuts just needed a little cover up. 

“So you do think I’m handsome?” He leaned in closer , his voice captivating. 

“Well I never said that either.” You placed your hand on his chest to distance yourself , ripping off a piece of the bandaging in your hands and manipulating it into place on his cheek. 

He wore a subtle pout on his lips but when you moved in close and kissed his cheek, in a moment of boldness,  it soon fell away. 

Astarion’s hands brushed against your own, taking the damp rag and pouring more water onto the other unused end. 

“My turn, darling.” The rag, making contact with your skin, made goosebumps appear on your skin. It was colder than you expected, and you knew there had to be small cuts littering your face by the way it stung. Your face must have tensed because he took his turn to laugh at you. 

“You know, you are very beautiful, even with your face all scrunched up.” He was mocking you. obviously, but his voice mixed with his compliments made your cheeks flush. 

A final swipe along your cheek and he pulls the rag away, “There. All clean, my dear.” 

His hand reached out to cup your cheek, but before the act became too intimate, he changed his course and ran his hand along the side of your hair to flatten it down. 

“You really are quite pretty .” He knew his words had such a serious effect on you, as you never tried to hide the fact that your feelings for him were far from platonic interest. It was so weird seeing him be so friendly, and flirty in a way that wasn’t meant to manipulate.

“Would you stop? It’s not nice to tease y'know.” 

“And who told you I was teasing, my dear? Was it Lae’zel cause I’ve always thought she might have a thing for me.” He laughed at the end of his sentence, joking. “I would never tease a woman as pretty as you, that would be very cruel of me.” 

“Do you want to join me by the fire?” His gaze shifted to look at the group seated around the fire, he seemed to ponder before looking back at you with furrowed brows. 

“I can smell their horrible odor from here.” You huffed, pushing his shoulder. He looked once more, and seemed to ponder some more but his face was hard enough to read when he wasn’t looking away from you. 

Astarion groaned, ringing out the wet rag still sitting in his hands. “That is not an answer, Astarion. I’m cold, and the fire looks so nice.”

“Fine, if we must, we can go,” You smiled down at him as you stood but it was replaced with a look of shock when he pulled you to sit back down, “On one simple condition.” 

You rolled your eyes, “What could you possibly want from me?” 

He stayed silent for a second, but as he noticed you becoming increasingly impatient he began to speak.

“A kiss. Not a petty one, and not on my cheek. I mean a real one.” You were flush in the face once more. He seemed totally serious, a permanent smirk painted on his face, but his eyes stared into your own without any sign of humor. You honestly thought he might be mocking you. 

“Okay. I can do that. Easy, but only if you’re nice and say please.” 

“Now who’s teasing.” You only stared at him, sternly. If he wanted to act like a child, and demand rewards in order to complete simple tasks, then you could tease him like one. “Fine. Please…pretty please.”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t think you had ever heard him say please to anyone, let alone add in a “pretty”.

 He didn’t move, he was entirely dead set on this. His face was close enough to yours that you didn’t have to shuffle very far. As gently as you could, in case he decided that he was joking and pulled away, you placed your hands on his face.

One hand cupping his cheek, fingertips rubbing at the hairs falling delicately in front of his ears, the other near the bottom of his cheek and holding onto his jaw. Slowly, you pulled him in until your lips met his. You still weren’t entirely convinced that he was serious, but when his fingers entangled in your hair and pulled you in deeper, you had a hunch that he might not be joking. 

He didn’t let you pull away until he was entirely satisfied. Your breath was heavy, and your skin was hotter than before in multiple ways. 

“I haven’t had a meaningful one in a long time, darling. Thank you.”

“Should we go sit by the fire?” You stood up, legs wavering before stiffening, and you offered him out your hand. He took it in his large one, following you to the fire, sitting beside you. There was a heavy silence, causing you to look around and see everybody's eyes already on you. 

“What?”

“If you guys are gonna keep sucking each other's faces, could you please do it in a tent? You made me lose my appetite.”

#astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bdg3 #baldurs gate x reader #x reader #female reader #oneshot #drabble #fem reader

[thoughtsforsoob]

hiii! if its okay w you, could u do txt giving u princess treatment pls ? written imagine or texts idc! whatever u are most comfortable with. thank you~ 🩷 feel free to disregard if u aren't up to writing this i understand! <3

Giving their s/o princess treatment - TXT

A/n: thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this and that it meets your standards! This is gonna stay sfw because there was no specification so I’ll just stay on the safe side. Thank you once again. As always, requests are open!

Soobin

•His form of princess treatment is holding you close all the time and making sure you’re feed/have enough food

•One way he does this is by keeping snacks in his bag and also sneaking snacks in your bag

•You’re out driving to get to an amusement park and suddenly you start with “binnie! Im hungry”

•He points to his bag and smiles, “I packed you a little baggies with goldfish and one with cereal.”

•He sees the heart’s in your eyes and feels your appreciation

•Another way he does this is by taking you to eat/cooking for you every single time you two see each other or go out on a date

•Having a casual home date? He’s making sure to buy your favorite ramyeon and toppings to cook it for you when you arrive.

•Went for a couple day get away in Japan? He’s making sure to feed you your 3 meals a day and getting you snacks at konbini at night! (Buys you onigiri and coolish if you’re still hungry at night :)

Yeonjun

•I would say yeonjun, at least in my opinion, is within the top 2 most romanic members of the group

•This guys would do anything for you

•When I say anything, I truly mean it

•There would be days that you tell you you’re sick or your period is causing you horrible cramps, he would drop everything at work and come over to your place

•I would say his designated ‘princess treatment’ act would be always asking you what you want or need and buying you those things

•He wishes he could care for you more in a financial way but you don’t let him (slayyyy girl! Independence is so sweet)

•So, he loves to surprise you with essentials you were running low on (shampoo, fruit, toothpaste, skin care, etc…) and with luxury gifts :|

•He comes home all the time with something in his hands

•That most outrageous things he’s done is come home casually with a Birkin hand bag for you

•He’s all giggly “here you go baby! I thought it would be perfect for our trip to jeju this weekend!”

•“WAIT! We’re going to jeju this weekend? WAIT WHY DID YOU GET THIS BAG? Omg yeonjun I love you”

Beomgyu

•His definition of princess treatment is doing anything to make you smile.

•He tells you bad jokes when he sees you frowning, sitting alone in your bed

•“Hey baby…what do you call two ducks and and a cow?”

•“What :(“

•“Quackers and Milk :D”

•Smiles once you start to giggle and he’s just happy you can feel better because of him

•Anything things he does is make a fool of himself in front of anyone

•One time, you two were taking a nice walk in the evening. He saw you just kind spaced out. He knew exactly how to snap you out of it.

•He pretends to trip, shrieks and falls on the ground dramatically…embarrassingly

•“BEOMGYU are you okay???” You kneel down to help him up and he smiles

•“Do I have you attention now, cutie pie?” Smack some sense him :| dummy

•His ultimate card…doing aegyo for you in front of his members

•They all start to practically piss themselves laughing when they see beomgyu making silly faces and baby talking.

•He’s never gonna live it down but he doesn’t care because it’s gonna help lift his girls mood

Taehyun

•His definition of princess treatment is protecting you in any way he can

•What else are his muscles for (lmao his muscles are sooooo secy :(((

•He does that thing where if you’re walking on the sidewalks, he makes sure you’re on the side thats away from the road

•He wants to keep you safe from the cars :(

•He also get’s defensive when guys start looking at you 

•For example: you two went to a club once and tyun had to go to the bathroom

•He whines about leaving you alone but you push him away so he doesn’t hurt himself holding it

•A guy shorted than taehyun comes up to you and starts trying to talk to you, asking you questions about yourself (homie rlly thoughts his was a razz master 🙄)

•you’re trying to let him off easy by being short and not saying much but this dude is DETERMINED to speak to you more

•“I have a boyfriend. He’s in the bathroom right now. You don’t wanna be here when he come’s back.”

•“Doll, no the guy is gonna scare me away from talking to you.”

•He’s trying to put his hands on his hips and taehyun comes back, grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him back

•“Try making any sort of contact with my wife again and I’ll kick your ass”

•That guy runs off, scared out of his mind

•“That guy’s shirt was so fake. The material was so horrible.”

•“Wife :((“

•“Yeah, my wife. Let’s go get new drinks. On me.”

Huening Kai

•This man practically worships the ground you walk on

•So so sweet and caring

•He loves taking care of you both physically and financially

•He gives you a nice massage every day and helps you take baths and stuff

•Buys you all the skincare items you want and buys lots of masks so you two can have self care nights

•Speaking of self care nights…he does this silly little act where he pretends to be a butler for you “yes miss, I will go get you a ‘yummy drink’. Whatever you want”

•Rushes around to get you whatever you need during your self care nights so you don’t have to get up until you’re ready.

•He also loves to buy you things, kind of like yeonjun

•Takes you on surprise vacations to different places around the world

•He takes you to different cities for the weekend

•He also buys you souvenirs everywhere you goes or everywhere goes on tour

•He loves taking you to the arcade so you two can play games

•He’s the type of boyfriend that will stay at the claw machine with the prize you like until he get’s that prize for you

•He love’s you so much and your little plushie family

•He also loves late night drives especially when the weather is nice

#txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt reactions #txt x reader #txt fluff #huening kai x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader

[hisbitchhh]

𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓟 𝓨𝓞𝓤 - GOJO SATORU X READER

Warnings: creampie, Gojo being jealous, suggestive themes, smut, pussy eating, finger fucking, prepping, rough sex, mean! Gojo, argument, crack, edging, cumming inside, exhibitionist kink if you squint, threatening to fuck in public, fem! Receiver Gojo being a bitch. (I think that's all!!)

Prompts: 17 and 22 **check Gojo prompts here if you want to request* (Geto prompts are also available❤️)

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Smut

Wc: nearly 4k!! 😜😜 big slay for me

Notes: THE PROMPT SUGGESTIONS ARE HEREEEEEE it's not proofread though soooo don't come at me pls!! :3 Reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

(HES SO FUCKING SEXY FFFFUCKKKKK)

The beeping of card confirmation sounded about, along with faint pop music and different genres coming from other stores. Satoru walked along the bustling mall, hand holding yours as you looked around with a small smile gracing your features. Your boyfriend sipped at a way-too-sweet multi fruit boba drink that rested in his free hand, the barista staring at him with wide eyes and a wide jaw when prior to now he ordered for every single dulce flavor on the menu to be poured into the largest cup they had. You were worried, but you knew the man had probably consumed much sweeter than that extra large milk tea. at least more than a dozen shopping bags hung on his arm, and you continued to look and glance at the different kinds of stores the big shopping place provided.

Earlier that day your boyfriend woke you up early, shaking your heavy-sleeping figure so hard he almost launched you off of the bed out of desperation and excitement. You let out a loud groan in annoyance and nearly broke his nose when you shot your foot up into his face, the strong cologne that he always wore attacking your sensitive nose as you sat up and rubbed your eyes, grumpily asking him why the fuck he was waking you up at 06:30 in the morning.

“It's shopping day!” The man yelled while raising his arms in the air, chuckling when you threw your pillow at him in response. He basically had to drag you out of the bed and swing you into the shower like a ragdoll when you whined and gripped his ankle like a touch deprived toddler in an attempt to crawl back into bed with him and cuddle for the rest of the day. 

“Go shower! We have to go shoppinggggg~”

“Satoru, I'm really tired–” and the last thing you saw was the shower water shooting down into your face and soaking your night tie, drowning your words out.

“I'll be waiting for you in the car!!!”

And now here you were, hand in hand with your boyfriend as you walked in the mall, completely woken up by all of the beautiful things that caught your eye. Of course, you had begged Satoru not to spend too much money on you, but it was all just rubbish to him. He was already carrying most of your shopping bags and if it weren't for you stopping yourself from looking anywhere else in the store, you were sure he’d buy you the entire mall if you wanted him to. He even bought you lingerie for tonight almost fucking you against the dressing room mirror if it weren't for the clerk knocking and asking if you were okay because of the whines leaving your lips and hangers falling loudly to the floor. The interaction ended with a single grind of his boner against your thong clad ass and a groan in your ear, leaving you desperate for more. 

You knew better than to arouse him any more, considering that if you did he'd press you against one of the store’s windows and fuck you right in front of everyone. Luckily, you had calmed him down with that cold fruit drink. 

As the both of you continued to walk in the mall, you stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar voice call your name in question. 

You turned your head to the voice, raising a brow in confusion while you looked around until you finally found the owner of the voice. Your expression raised from one of confusion to one of surprise almost immediately. The man that had called your name gave you a sheepish smile and a shy wave, and you smiled happily in response, dragging your boyfriend along with you to greet the man he didn't know a single thing of. Why were you walking towards that stranger, and why did you look so happy? 

Once you got close enough to the man you squealed and wrapped your arms around him in a friendly hug. Satoru’s eyes widened when the stranger wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed your figure. 

That definitely looked like a friendly hug.

The white haired man fixed his round sunglasses, the sunglasses he used for the whole day to hide his perverted gaze from you when you came out of the house with a mini jean skirt and a tight fitting long sleeved mesh top you blindly pulled out of your closet. He even had to throw his jacket over your body to prevent the boner that was close to tenting his pants from completely taking control of his body as he drove toward the shopping place. Satoru was busy for seven whole days with his work, resulting in a sex-less week for the both of you. It felt just as terrible as it sounded– every time he got home he'd either be late enough to see you sleeping on the couch from waiting for him for hours, or he'd get home overly exhausted leading your excited and overthinking self to disappointment, knowing that the man needed to get sleep whether you liked it or not.

As you pulled away and began conversing with the man, asking him how he's been and how things were going and such, Satoru cleared his throat, folding his shopping bag clad arms over his chest and tapping his foot against the floor only once as he watched you through his dark sunglasses with an expectant brow cocked up in curiosity and the slight tingle of jealousy creeping up on him that he hid with his angered orbs under his shades. The taste of his fruity drink had become bitter now, hand itching to angrily swing it into a nearby trash can when you turned to him, smiling apologetically. 

“Oh, sorry, this is an old friend from highschool.” You hummed, turning back to the man to introduce him to the other. A highschool friend? That's what all of this was about? What, did the two of you fuck back then? Did you suck his dick and let him manhandle you so much that you couldn't forget? Why were you so close?

Your boyfriend shook the stranger's hand with a bone breaking grip, pulling his glasses off with his free hand and placing them atop his head as he glared at him, ocean-like orbs piercing into your friend’s so boldly that the poor guy had to rip his hand out of Satoru’s shaking it with a wince to calm the stinging pain down. 

“Wow, uh, your boyfriend's got a pretty strong grip, heh.”

You raise a brow in confusion, before looking over at him, both of your eyebrows shooting up when you caught the deadly look he was giving your friend, clearing your throat and placing your hand on his shoulder. A faint smile curled your lips when you looked at your friend once again, speaking up.

“Uh, it was nice talking to you–”

“We're going home.” 

Yep, you're definitely in some deep shit. 

The rest of the car ride was dead silent. You tried to talk to your boyfriend, apologizing for getting so touchy with the guy right in front of his eyes. Hell, even putting your shopping bags in the car trunk was awkward, whining when he ignored you and just shut the driver’s door in your face when you tried to get him to talk. He had a reason to be angry, considering that you allowed a stranger you've known for only a few years to get so up close and personal with you. You tried holding his free hand while he drove, but it only resulted in him tearing it away from your gentle grasp and slamming it onto the steering wheel. Though you couldn't lie, the angry pout playing on his glossed lips was too cute to ignore, and you found yourself wanting to press sweet kisses all over his scrunched up face while straddling him in a form of apologizing, but he had more than just a few butterfly kisses planned.

Once you got home Satoru didn't even bother taking the bags out of the car, quickly stepping out to open the door for you. Once he did he yanked you out of the passenger's seat and slammed the car door, dragging you back into the house.

“Satoru, stop,” You whined, trying to keep up with his pace and pulling your arm out of his grasp to no avail. His grip was far too strong– and it was really starting to hurt.

“Satoru! Your hurting me!–”

“Who gives a fuck if I am or not?! What the hell were you trying to do with that guy? Fuck him right in front of my face?”

“Satoru, it was just a hug–”

“Does gripping you up and sniffing your hair sound like a ‘friendly hug’ to you? Because to me—”

“I see you hugging your girl friends and I never say anything about it! What, now that you see me hugging an old friend you suddenly get mad?! Quit acting like you own me!” 

Before you could say anything else, your boyfriend slams you against your bedroom door hard enough for all of the air to leave your body, hand wrapped around your neck in a strong grip, though not strong enough to actually kill you. 

“They don’t mean a single thing to me– and you completely ignored me with that guy! Talking to him as if I wasn't there with you! Don't you know how much that pissed me off?!” Satoru spat, and you couldn't help but stay silent, tears brimming in your eyes from the way he raised his voice at you. But those tears went away as soon as they came when he pulled you into a harsh kiss, his other hand tightly gripping your hip. You replied with a surprised moan, trying to push his heavy weight off of you.

Once he pulled away, you spoke up. 

“Satoru–”

“I don't want to hear you say a single word.” Your boyfriend huffed, letting go of your neck and beginning to fill it up with dark marks in obvious parts of your collarbone. Satoru sucked and nibbled on your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin so violently you knew the marks would take ages to fade away. 

“Jus’ in case you see him again,” He groaned, “‘Gotta let him know you're mine. That'll tell him to keep his distance.”

As he nibbled down your neck one of his hands went down to cup your cunt, rubbing his palm against your clothed bud with his fingers teasing your entrance over your flimsy panties. You softly whined and rubbed against him in response. Satoru's hand quickly pulled away and violently pulled your skirt up to your hips, sending a painful slap to your thong clad ass, earning another whine from you.

“You think you don't belong to me?” He gave your shoulder a bite so hard you thought you’d bleed, “I'll show you who you belong to, sweetheart.”

Much before you knew it, you were being thrown onto the bed, every single piece of clothing you had on your body being immediately ripped off of you by his rough hands. Once you were fully naked the angered man jumped on top of you, hovering over your smaller frame just as bare as you were.

“You're so wet for me already,” The man stared hungrily at your womanhood, running two fingers along your folds. A devilish grin formed on his lips, soon to be glossed with your slick once he dug into your pussy like a starved man. A noisy mewl left your lips at the sudden feeling of his lips and tongue vigorously sucking your nub, hand landing on the back of his head to pull at his hair.

“Sato–ru!” Your back arches when he mercilessly shoves two of his thick fingers into you, massaging your G-spot with expertise and rolling his tongue on your clit like it was the end of the world. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving deep marks 

On the skin. Through the quick thrusts of his long and thick fingers into your velvety walls and the starved suckles on your clit Satoru had you already near your edge, whiny moans rising in volume with your back slowly arching more than before. You found it all so arousing at that moment– the way his tongue rolled and sucked on your clit, the wet sounds of his slicked fingers pushing themselves in and out of you, his nails digging into your thighs, his deep groans, his powerful eyes glaring up at you—

A cocky chuckle left Satoru’s lips.

“What, you thought you were gonna cum?” Said man smirked as he pulled his fingers out of your soaked entrance, waving them in your dazed face. You took his fingers in your mouth and closed your eyes, gently sucking on the skin and swirling your tongue around them both. “Too bad you're no– Ow!-- fuck!” He yells, yanking his hand out of your mouth after you bit his fingers out of anger for not letting you cum. His hand quickly launches toward your face, harshly pinching your cheek in response to the bite on his now reddened fingers.

“Owwww! Let go of my cheek, you jerk--” A yelp left your lips when a small portion of the skin of your cheek went between his nails in a strong pinch, making your hands launch up and pull his fingers off of your sensitive flesh. He glared down at you, a childish gleam resting in his aquatic orbs.

“You little— you wanna cum? Fine then. I'll make you cum, sweetheart.” In a quick move his hands began to unzip and unbutton his jeans, getting up from the bed to desperately shimmy out of them, throwing the piece of clothing along with his boxers somewhere in the room with his foot. A groan left his lips as he pulled his shirt off, his body jumping back onto the bed and hovering over yours. Your eyes instantly shot down to look at his shaft, eyes fogging over at the beautiful sight. Long cock, hard and twitching with his pink tip glazed in precum, probably just as wet as you were. It was basically pressed against his stomach with how hard he was, the sight of his pretty dick slick, trimmed with a flushed tip making you almost drool. Your hand reached out to touch it, but before you could, he slapped your hand away, a weak grunt leaving his lips when he looked into your starved eyes. His hand went up and held both of your wrists together so he could watch your tits bounce, ones that you usually placed an arm over in embarrassment you wouldn't touch him.

“God– fuck, princess, look at how hard you got me– 'Can't even pull my dick away from my stomach without strugglin’...” He chuckled, leaning his head back with parted lips once he started rubbing his tip in circles against your clit. A desperate whine erupted from your mouth, bucking your hips up as he continued toying with your cunt, free hand pushing you back down onto the bed and holding you in place “I'll have you chanting who owns you by the end of the night, don't forget that.” 

Before you could protest his hands roughly grabbed your legs, putting your knees against the sides of your chest in a painful mating press. With his free hand wrapped around his cock he smeared pre cum all over your entrance before entering you without warning. Not getting enough time to adjust to him you let out a whiny mewl when he began to slam into you at an unforgiving speed, grunting as his long cock rammed against your tight, velvety walls, easily sliding in and out of you with the wet and spongy warmth of your pussy. 

You and Satoru hadn't done anything in a week because of his business, not being at home for hours and arriving exhausted with no time or energy to at least slide the tip in. Today he had planned to take you to the mall, buy you whatever you wanted as an apology for not being able to meet your needs for seven long days straight and fuck the living hell out of you in that flimsy piece of lingerie he bought you once you got home. Those plans had definitely changed.

You were already close to cumming with his quick movements, screaming out his name and trying to reach out to him but not being able to because of his hand holding your wrists together. The bed noisily creaked under your bodies as if threatening to break under your weight.

“Ahhh,” Gojo sucks air in through his teeth, relentlessly bullying your hole with his long cock, groaning into your ear. “Hasn't even been five minutes and you're already screaming my name,” Your boyfriend bit his lip before pulling out of you, licking his lips as he panted and flipped you onto your stomach, entering you with a slam of his hips and pelvis against the fat of your ass. A loud and whiny moan left your lips, muffled by his hand forcing your face down into the mattress. 

“Shit princess, ‘been a while since this pussy gripped me like–” A loud groan left his lips, and he stopped moving his hips. “Like this– ah, fuck,” You were too busy trying to breathe to notice the man trying his best not to cum in seconds or whimper from the feeling of your tight little hole gripping him like it wants to milk him dry. His thrusts started again, ramming into your cunt rough and fast, a satisfied moan leaving your dry and swollen lips at the delicious feeling of the tip of his cock massaging your G-spot. An uncomfortable squeal left your lips and your boyfriend looked down at you, his hand quickly taking some of your hair and yanking your head back, keeping you in the meanest arch possible as he bullied his cock into you. Loud gasps and whimpers left your lips, and right when you impossibly clenched around him he already knew you were close.

“Sato… Satoru!--.. I-”

“Cum for me, baby– fuck– cum for me, I'm close too…” His tongue licked a wobbly stripe up your neck, loud and obnoxious moans leaving both his and your lips as he went at a much faster pace than before. The slapping sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass and wet noises your pussy made in response to his dick fucking it like a fleshlight drove you over the edge, and before you knew it you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head with your mouth wide open in a silent scream. Satoru watched your legs shake as your high slowly washed over you, body carefully slumping down onto the mattress when he let go of your hair. His thrusts soon enough got sloppy and he began to let out desperate groans. Your boyfriend had to admit– he didn't know how he was still lasting long. Leaning down to your level as he continued to ferociously fuck into your overstimulated hole, he began whispering in your ear.

“Want me to cum inside you, baby? Fill you up and get you pregnant, huh? ‘M gonna trap you– ugh– just so no one decides to mess around with you again,” He growled into your ear, and your eyes opened half way, looking off into the distance as soft yet loud whimpers continued to leave your lips.

“Yes, cum inside plea–”

(22) "Uhhhuhh, can't wait can you? Carrying my baby, showing everyone who you belong to,” Satoru bit his lip, so hard that it almost formed a cut, "You love the sound of that, love the sound of my cock breeding you and giving you my child..."

His abs clenched. 

“I'm cumming, baby– I'm cumming–” 

“Inside, Toru! Inside!-- please cum inside–”

(17) "Mm, fuck-- yeah? You want me to creampie that pretty pussy? Leave it all--hah, white and sticky with my cum? Is that what you want?" Your boyfriend moaned loudly, big, calloused hands gripping your hips so hard that you feared it would leave nasty bruises. He instantly pulled out of you, painting your swollen cunt with his heavy load, your hole gaping for a few seconds before he went back in with a grunt, fucking his semen up into your once tight walls, now slightly molded into the shape of his cock. You whined at the feeling of the ropes of what was left of his cum spilling inside of you, your eyes slowly closing when he pulled out, pushing his cum back into you with his fingers.

Your boyfriend's head landed on your bare chest with a sigh of satisfaction, panting as he looked up at you, catching your fucked out expression and smirking.

“We not goin’ to see that guy again, are we?”

“N-no,” You pant, opening your heavy eyes to look down at his head peacefully resting on your breasts.

“Good.” Satoru pressed a gentle kiss to the tops of your boobs, keeping his lips there and looking up at you. “Can't wait to see that belly gettin’ big.” A giggle left his lips when you playfully hit his head, humming into your chest.

“‘Hope you do get pregnant though. You'd look cute carrying my baby. It'd keep all the guys away too, just how I want it–”

“Quit joking around.”

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tags: @cupidszvlvr @anastasijaiwaizumi @starlight5cat @sanguwuxyoonbummy @blackviper980 @clearlandchild @peanutbuttermoony @yassiur

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x geto #jujutsu kaisen gojo #satoru gojo #gojo smut #gojo saturo #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk hcs #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk fanart #jjk fanfic #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuuji #nanami kento #megumi fushiguro

[astro-pioneer]

hello!! can i pls request the sumeru men with a reader who's a confectioner? and like, they can make from cookies to cute bento cakes to super elaborate, detailed, huge cakes.

affectionate confectioner!

he thinks your job makes you even sweeter. 『wanderer, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, al-haitham』

wanderer!

get him out of the kitchen please i beg

he loves you, sure, but he loves inconveniencing you even more

scale? gone. any measuring tool? gone too

since he doesn't enjoy sweets all that much he won't show much interest in consuming most of what you make

seeing you design the cakes, though? amazed

if you somehow annoyed him that day and you're making something small (like cookies) he'd definitely try to mess up a batch just because

if it stressed you out or something he'd lowkey feel bad and "begrudgingly" help out

if you ever make him something that's not as sweet (or a dessert that's meant to be bitter) as your usuals he'd nag you for ages to make it for him

aka he does it whenever he's in your kitchen

can't complete any customer's orders with him around smh

tighnari!

your bento cakes are his favourites but he advertises everything you sell to anyone who shows interest

you gave him one that had cute mushrooms and aranara

wouldn't shut up about it and sometimes orders it whenever he stops by

most of the time he picks something up for collei because sweet girl deserves it

sometimes cyno too but most of the time he allows him to get it himself because he's tired of the jokes

but! whenever he does get something for himself he makes sure to brag to his rangers but in a passive way

he doesn't seem like the biggest sweets guy so other than the bento cake he'd most likely buy cookies once in a while

the last time he bought something for cyno was for his birthday

never again would he do that

collei and him wanted to leave the small hangout they planned because he wouldn't shut up

cyno!

he's your self-appointed taste tester and no you can't stop him

due to his position he sadly can't visit your shop as much as he wants but he makes sure to be there when you're trying something new

when you experimented with jam sandwich cookies he barged into tighnari's room with a container of them

and proceeded to say a horrible joke. and explained it. like always

"what did the blueberry say to the strawberry? 'i can't believe you got us into this jam!' this relates to these because-"

he repeated it at dinner (which included himself, tighnari, collei, and you) before doing three others about the same cookie

tighnari was debating on just foraging for dinner at this point but he knew he wouldn't be safe from the jokes

kaveh!

he still remembers the feeling of the general hunting him down to show him the combination you were nervous about and the jokes he had prepared

but due to his somewhat constant visits some of his coworkers started to check out your shop

he unknowingly became your walking advertisement as well. oh well

dude is all for your extravagant cakes

he breathes architecture and design so seeing the sketches for the client's cake got him like ⚆⚆ ⚆⚆ ⚆⚆

usually he doesn't get involved in your business because that's not his forte but just seeing the plans for an upcoming event had him begging for permission to help

but like how could you say no? one) he's one if not the best structural designer in sumeru and two) he's cute and you love him

turns out the cake was for the celebration of al-haitham's promotion to acting grand sage

biggest disappointment in his life but he got to spend time with you so who cares

but in terms of consumption he chooses more towards your fruit-orientated pastries

like you made this fruit tart special with fresh fruit on top and he bought basically all of them

the same thing happened with a pie you made

it got to the point where you had to decline him from buying any more for the day

al-haitham!

he takes high interest in any scones and simple cookies you make

also anything he can enjoy in the morning with his coffee

enjoys snacking on any extras you bring home for him while reading throughout the day

he doesn't mind the other things you make but he finds them more of a hassle to eat while passing the time so he usually avoids them

whenever he's craving something a little extra he might get a cupcake or bento cake and enjoy it in your shop

also gets a slice whenever he's looking over submitted applications for archived files

he either lures in or away business - it's a struggle for you

there's sometimes some akademiya nerds who wanna be closer figuratively to the scribe and buy a lot before scurrying away when he glances up

then there are people (kaveh) who see him in the corner and immediately leave

he got so annoyed with people (again, kaveh) continuously entering and leaving where it got to the point where he asked to move in the back

#✎ expedition #✩ neptune #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #kaveh x reader #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader

[illicitlimerence-writes]

teddy bears & blankets | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x leclerc!reader

word count: 2.3k words

request: yes, by anon: “hear me out…single mum who’s a leclerc and max👀”

prompt: character a can’t wrap gifts to save their life. character b is their neighbor and can help. from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!warnings: a baby, fluffy max, a sick baby:( language maybe, kinda angsty in the middle.

a/n: day 5! i really didn’t plan to write three kid fics in a row, but oh well. REMINDER THAT MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, EVEN IF IT’S FOR THE SPECIAL. pls, i don’t want to close my askbox but if i keep getting i’ll have to turn it off.

my masterlist / 25 days of christmas masterlist

he sighed, tossing yet another piece of wrapping paper aside. max was talented in many different things, but wrapping gifts just wasn’t one of them. he was already stressed enough having to buy a gift for a christmas party he had forgotten about, spending almost two hours in line at a store, and now he had no idea how to wrap this box. 

when he was sure that the paper was large enough to cover it completely, once he started placing the adhesive tape either one side was larger than the other or he placed it in a way that just didn’t work. he decided to just give up and place a bow on top. 

he put on his coat, with the gift in one hand and keys in the other. he stepped out and closed the door, and was about to place the key in the keyhole when he heard the sound of the elevator arrive at his floor. he turned his head, seeing his neighbor and her daughter.

“hi, max,” she said, waving her free hand at him, the other one was holding her sleeping child. “i thought you’d be at charles’ by now,” she smiled.

“yeah, that’s where i’m heading, i just… i couldn’t figure out how to wrap this,” he held up the gift, “but i gave up,” he chuckled, watching her shift her weight from one leg to the other, “let me help you,” he said, opening his arms to grab the child. 

when max found out a few months ago that his new next-door neighbor had a one-year-old baby he feared the worst. he was used to the peace and quiet of having a floor all to himself, and a baby would undoubtedly break that silence he cherished so much. but that wasn’t the case with (y/n) and alison leclerc. 

alison was probably the best, well-behaved child max had ever met, he was used to his nephews, rowdy and a little bratty if he was being honest, but alison was soft, gentle, not too noisy and always staring up at him with eyes that looked just like charles’.

“she’ll wake up, can you get the door, please?” she asked, handing him the keys. he nodded and opened the door for her. “thank you,” she turned on the lights, “make yourself at home, i’ll put this little one to bed and i’ll help you with that,” she smiled at him.

“oh, no, you don’t have to- i-”

“my brother has been working all day for this dinner to be perfect, he won’t let you in if you show up with an unwrapped gift.” she raised an eyebrow, “he’s been freaking out all day, so, for the sake of charles’ health, let me wrap that gift for you,” she used her mom voice, giving him one last look before walking to ali’s room.

“yes, ma’am,” max said, running to his place to grab the leftover wrapping paper. he returned just as she was walking back, still with alison in her arms, but this time the baby was awake. “what happened?” he asked, a smile on his face as he looked at the baby, with sleep evident in her eyes, her cheeks an intense shade of pink. 

“it’s like a curse,” she sighed, “right when i was placing her head on the pillow she woke up,” she placed ali on the counter, the baby immediately turning to crawl away, “nope, ali-”

“i’ll play with her, if that’s okay,” max offered. “a favor for a favor,” he said, walking to the little girl.

“what do you say ali? want to play with max?” she asked the girl, who had made her way to the fruit bowl and was playing with a small clementine. 

“mash,” ali said, trying to say max. he smiled.

max entertained the baby, letting her pick whatever she wanted to play with. she kept coming back to the small clementine, and as the girl’s mother was cutting the right amount of paper, ali handed him the clementine.

“you want me to eat it?” he asked, grabbing the fruit and lifting it up to his lips.

alison laughed, squealing and clapping her hands. 

“thank you, ali, that’s the best fruit i’ve ever had!” max opened his hand, lifting it in front of ali’s face. “high five,” he said, grabbing ali’s hand and clapping it against his own. ali laughed, doing it again and again, each time harder than the last. “ow,” he said, shaking his hand after one particularly hard clap. 

“ali, gentle,” her mother reminded her. max turned to the older leclerc girl, seeing her already done with the gift. “here you go, you’re free to leave now,” max inspected the gift, she’d even managed to make a bow out of the same paper.

“how did you do that?” he asked, staring at her in awe. she only shrugged.

“i’m multitalented,”

“can i come to you every time i need a gift wrapped?”

“yeah! we love having guests, don’t we, ali?” she asked, the girl had leaned against max’s torso, he was leaning against the edge of the counter, where ali was sitting to make sure she didn’t fall or crawl away. 

“i think she’s falling asleep.” he said, pressing a hand to the back of her head to support her.

“thank god,” she sighed, “i thought it was going to be another sleepless night.”

“she’s got issues sleeping at night?”

“lately, yeah.”

“i’ve never heard her,” max said, the leclercs apartment was always so quiet it almost felt like no one lived there.

“she’s not a crier. she just stares around,” 

“well…” he said, doubting for a second if he really wanted to say it, but he decided to do it, “feel free to stop by if you need anything. i mean it, whether it’s to entertain ali or… if you need company.”

he knew that parenting was already hard with both parents around, and he couldn’t imagine how difficult it was being a single parent. and he liked her, they knew each other since they were kids and had grown up together in a way, with her always tagging along to charles’ races and events. 

“thank you,” she said, walking closer to them, “and the same goes to you, mi casa es tu casa.” she smiled at him.

alison moved her head, extending her arms

“mama,” she yawned. 

“i think i’ll leave, she needs all the rest she can get,”

“yeah,” she nodded. “have a nice night, max.”

“thank you, you too.”

-

it was two weeks later, and again, max was struggling to decide whether he really should ask (y/n) for help. throughout those two weeks theyy had managed to run into each other more than the entire time they'd been neighbors. max would always pay a little extra attention to them, whether it was helping her with whatever she was carrying, opening the door for her, or holding alison in his arms. 

he could say that they were starting to become close friends, and after two weeks he found himself looking forward to seek her help.

he was standing in front of his mirror brushing his hair to make sure it was in place. he looked down to his bottles of cologne, and he grabbed one, how finger ready to apply it, but thought about alison, if the girl was to get close to him the chemicals from the fragrance could irritate her. 

he walked out of his room, with the roll of wrapping paper and the gift under his arm, something inside of him moved at the thought of seeing them again. 

he lifted his fist to knock on the door, waiting for the usual stomping of little feet or her soft voice. he waited a few seconds before knocking again. 

he heard soft whimpers getting louder, and soft shushing as the door opened. his face fell as he saw the state of both girls.

“what happened?” he asked immediately, seeing them both in their pjs, with alison crying soundlessly and her mother looking like she was on the verge of tears as well.

“i’m sorry, max, i- i can’t help you right now i-”

“no, no, forget about this, what’s wrong?” he asked, and right as he finished talking alison started coughing.

“she’s sick, and she can’t sleep and… god, i feel so… powerless,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down the baby’s back, “i wish i could make her feel okay but-” she shook her head, rubbing a hand down her face as tears started falling from her eyes.

“hey, it’s alright,” max whispered, walking in and wrapping his arm around her, “have you called her doctor?”

“yeah, he already prescribed the medicine, but… i don’t know what to do now, she keeps coughing and waking herself up.”

“mash,” they both looked at alison, watching her extend her arms towards him.

“no, baby, you’ll get max sick-” she explained, taking her arms down, but the baby insisted.

“it’s alright, i… i can hold her, i don’t mind.”

“but you’ll-”

“if it helps her, and you, i would love to hold her.” max said, watching ali lean herself forward. max dropped his stuff on the floor and held her. he placed the back of his hand against her forehead, “i think she’s got a fever.”

“yeah, the medicine should help with that.” she said, wiping her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “god, i’m a mess. let me get your things so you-”

“no, forget about that. i’m staying.”

“what? max you don’t have-”

“i want to. i won’t be able to focus on anything all night knowing you’re both like this.” right then alison started coughing again, and max rubbed her back gently, whispering softly in her ear, “there you go, get it all out. want to look at the city?” he asked, walking to the window overlooking the harbor, “look at the boats and the lights, ali…” he said, the girl leaning her head on his shoulder and yawning. “she’s sleepy,” he told her mom.

“yeah, she hasn’t slept all day. only for a few minutes before having a coughing fit every time.” she explained.

“have you called your mom? or brothers?” he asked, knowing that they would all most likely be there to help them both if they knew.

“they’re all gone. on holiday. we were supposed to join them but… well, look at us.”

“well, you’re not alone anymore. i’m here,” he walked to her, wrapping his free arm around her, careful with the baby between them. 

“you- really don’t have to do this, you had plans and-”

“and i can see them tomorrow or next week, that’s the least of my problems right now. right now you both should get some sleep. this little one is already falling asleep.”

“i just hope she can rest more than fifteen minutes at a time,” 

“you want me to lay her down or-”

“yeah, come,” she said, walking down a hallway and opening the door to ali’s bedroom. everything was decorated in neutral warm colors and was very clean.

“i think this is the tidiest baby room i’ve seen,” max said, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“you should see my room. we’ve been sleeping there since she got sick, and it’s not pretty.”

“i’m sure it’s better than my room even when i’ve just cleaned it.”

she chuckled, preparing ali’s crib.

after placing her on the bed and waiting for her to fall asleep, they both stayed in her room, with max on the floor next to the crib, ready to act in case she started coughing or woke up. they stayed there for about twenty minutes, in silence, staring at alison longingly. 

max had grown attached to both of them, and the feeling he got when he first saw them that night was something he’d never felt before. he’d felt the back of his neck tingling, his heart seemed to sink down to his stomach. 

“i think this is it,”

“yeah?” max asked.

“yeah. she’s not even moving around, she used to squirm around, trying to get comfortable but now she’s… i think she’s finally gonna get some sleep,”

“and you should get some, too,” max said, eyes widening at what he had said, “sleep, i mean- i”

“i know what you meant,” she chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand to muffe her laugh. “i think i’ll just stay here for the night. i want to be here in case she wakes up.”

“well, we should get comfortable, then.” max said, leaning to grab a big stuffed bear and placed it beneath his head as a pillow.

“you’re not staying here, max. you really don’t have to.”

“of course i am. someone’s got to look out for you. and i know you’re both totally fine on your own normally, but these are not normal conditions. you need a little help, and i’m more than happy to be here.”

she smiled, a soft, sleepy smile that made max’s heart beat faster. she pulled out some blankets from the bottom drawer of ali’s wardrobe. scooting over next to max.

“you’ve got the pillow, i’ve got the blankets.” she said.

“i don’t know about you, but that sounds perfect.” 

“a sleeping, sick kid, a mom in the middle of an emotional breakdown, a teddy bear and blankets?”

“yeah.” he nodded, sounding absolutely serious about his posture.

“you’ve clearly not spend enough time in this house.” she joked, sliding down and wrapping the blanket around herself, getting ready to sleep, finally.

“well, i would love to do that. you know, to… get a gist of things around here.” he said, unaware of the smile on her face, since she’d turned her back to him.

“we’ll talk about it over breakfast.”

“that sounds perfect. good night.” he leaned down, giving alison one last look, making sure that she was still asleep before closing his eyes to sleep.

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fic #max verstappen fan fiction #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen oneshot #max verstappen angst #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x leclerc!reader #f1 fiction #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #formula one x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 #f1 drivers one shot #f1 drivers x reader #f1 drivers #f1 drabble #25 days of christmas

[rottenpumpkin13]

more dad friend Angeal and mom friend Genesis pls I need floof 🥺

Angeal And Genesis Parenting Sephiroth Headcanons

• Genesis brushes Sephiroth's hair for him when he's too exhausted or can't muster up the energy to. He makes Sephiroth sit on the bed and takes slow, gentle strokes so that he doesn't hurt him. Sometimes he'll talk softly, others he'll hum or quote a poem.

Sephiroth likes the way Genesis braids his hair over when he does it himself. There's no difference, but Sephiroth claims "it feels better."

• Sephiroth thinks he's being a rotten friend when he steals Angeal's hoodies. He still hasn't caught on that they're all his exact size and preferred style, and will probably never find out that Angeal buys them specifically for him to "steal."

• Genesis likes to eat apples around Sephiroth so he can share it with him. He doesn't think his friend eats enough fruit, and is more than happy to sit with him, cut up pieces with his pocket knife and hand them to him one by one.

• They always put Sephiroth in the middle when they're sitting together.

• This extends to their sleepovers, where Sephiroth sleeps in the middle, sandwiched between them.

• Whenever Genesis and Angeal go grocery shopping (together or alone) they remember to buy Sephiroth snacks he likes and to keep their cupboards stocked with his favorite things. It's one of the many ways they make sure Sephiroth eats since he's prone to forgetting to feed himself.

• Angeal hugs him and doesn't pull away first.

• Angeal likes to cook, Genesis likes to bake on occasion. Sephiroth can cook, but he's not nearly as adept as the other two. Angeal and Genesis share the kitchen sometimes making dinner and dessert respectively.

Sephiroth helps by chopping and stirring things—that is, when he's not sitting on the counter and watching them. Genesis gives him the spoons to lick. Angeal lets him taste things to make sure he likes them.

• Genesis once bought him an "adult" coloring book to see if it would help with stress. He didn't expect Sephiroth to finish it within the week. "Coloring book for Seph" is now a permanent item on his shopping list and he makes sure to check whenever they're running out.

• They will never embarrass Sephiroth by grabbing his hands to cross the street. But Sephiroth walks too fast and often impatiently crosses the street before the light turns green (he has social anxiety to thank for that). So they've developed the habit of walking on either side of Sephiroth and keeping him close, gently nudging him with their arms.

• One time Hojo insisted on keeping Sephiroth overnight to monitor his mako levels. Genesis and Angeal heard this and didn't think twice before going to R&D to stay with him. Sephiroth figured it was the shock of seeing the two SOLDIERs show up at 1 AM that killed Hojo's protests. The three of them sat on a cold metal slab table for hours—with Sephiroth in the middle.

The sound of beeping monitors were drowned out by soft laughter, conversation, and a half-hearted game of Queen's Blood. Eventually Genesis and Angeal fell asleep, slumped on Sephiroth's shoulders. In that moment, Sephiroth forgot what it was like to feel unsafe in the labs.

• Genesis always keeps a spare hair tie or two in his pocket in case Sephiroth needs it.

• Sephiroth once fell asleep on the couch in Angeal's office one night when they were going over assignment details. Angeal knew how little sleep Sephiroth had been getting lately, so he opted to carry him back up to his apartment. Thank the goddess that the only person he ran into was Genesis, who followed them back and made a fuss of getting Sephiroth's bed ready for him.

• One time Gen and 'Geal are standing in line at a store. The lady in friend of them makes an offhand comment about how she's glad her child isn't with her to ask for something from the candy display.

Genesis: Tell me about it.

Angeal: What is it with kids and mediocre candy?

Lady: Oh! You two have a child?

*Genesis and Angeal look over and see Sephiroth excitedly coming towards them. He has a box of limited edition materia lollipops in his hands*

Genesis: Close enough.

#headcanons #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #crisis core

[thirstydiglett]

Oh Lenny, amazing wonderful Lenny 😭😭😭 pls just a crumb of something maybe possessive Law, just a lil nibble nibble 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I hope you're having a wonderful night so far homie g !!! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Omg yesyesyesyesyesyes

Started writing this bullet style because I am lazy but then it got really long but also I was still lazy so it’s just gonna have to stay like this

Also my night is lovely! I got to dress up like a witch and eat cheese curds today so it pretty much couldn’t get any better. Hope your night is good too my loveeeeeeee 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Mine

WARNINGS: public sex, possessiveness, choking, spanking, some dubcon

———————NC17 Minors DNI————————

The Polar Tang had finally landed at an island after weeks of sailing, and you and the crew were eager to finally get your feet on solid ground

When Shachi suggested you all go out drinking together, you were the first person to say yes

To your surprise, your captain agreed to come out with you all as well—usually he didn’t like crowds, but strangely he’d said yes as soon as you did

Eager to get out of your jumpsuit, you changed into a dark red velvety crop top and tight leather pants, with heeled ankle boots to finish the look

Styling your hair properly and doing your makeup for the first time in weeks, you were surprised at how hot the person in the mirror staring back at you was

It had been so long since you’d gotten laid, you were really hoping to get lucky tonight

As your crew walked to the tavern, you couldn’t help but notice your captain’s eyes on you. His gaze cool and penetrating, indiscernable

But every time you turned around, he seemed to be looking anywhere else

Annoying, you thought, pretending like the feeling of his stare hadn’t sent inexplicable chills up your spine

Shaking your head, you followed your crewmates into the lively and crowded tavern

Two drinks later, you were laughing your ass off with Bepo about some pirate you’d encountered recently, having the time of your life

Reaching into your pocket, your face fell as you realized you hadn’t brought enough cash

“Bepo, any chance you can spot me?”

Bepo shook his head. “You still owe me for last time you forgot your wallet.”

You sighed, “Fine. Guess I’ll just have to get one of these townies to buy a pretty girl a drink…”

Bepo’s face suddenly turned pink. “Maybe you…what if… our captain wouldn’t… It might not be safe!!!” He finally managed to get out

You laughed, ”I can take care of myself dude. Unless you wanna buy me one instead?”

Bepo crossed his arms stubbornly. “Not a chance, y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you scanned the room for a target

Finally you settled on a muscular blond man covered in tattoos

He was with his friends (so no girl in sight), clearly a few drinks deep, and pretty easy on the eyes—maybe he’d even break your dry spell if you played your cards right

Walking over to him slowly, you gently rested a hand on his shoulder

“Whoa, I love your shoulder tat! What’s it mean?”

The man turned, scanning you with his eyes, smiling at what he saw

“Well hey there, cutie. It’s the Jolly Roger for my brother’s crew, actually”

You feigned interest. “Wow, your brother’s a real pirate? What’s it like?”

The man smirked

“Why don’t i buy you a drink and I’ll tell you all about it?”

Yessssssss

You nodded enthusiastically and were just about to sit down when you heard a voice from nearby

“Room.”

Suddenly, the entire tavern was enveloped in blue light, the bar patrons looking around in confusion

“Shambles.”

You felt yourself ripped from your chair in an instant and teleported by what could only be Law’s fruit

Finally landing, you found yourself outside the tavern, standing against its wall in the quiet alley beside it

“Law, what the hell? Where are you?”

Suddenly two hands grabbed yours and pinned them above your head, and two piercing yellow eyes were just inches from yours

“Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re the one that just used your devil fruit to yank me out of the bar, asshole.”

“Yeah, because you were hitting on that absolute waste of space of a townie.”

“I was just trying to get a free drink, Jesus!”

Law’s entire body suddenly pressed against yours, one hand moving to squeeze your face almost roughly

You felt your legs shaking as a strange, sudden flood of desire for the man coursed through your body

Leaning in, his lips inches from yours, his face flushed, he spoke

“What in hell makes you think he’s good enough for you?”

You blink. “W-what?”

“You could have a fucking Warlord, y/n, and instead you’re flirting with randos at a bar in the middle of nowhere?”

Law’s face betrayed a strange amount of pain in it, more feeling than you were used to seeing in your captain

You blinked again, slower this time. “Are you… are you jealous of him?”

Law stared at you for a moment, like he was trying to decide what to do

Then, suddenly, he grabbed you hard and yanked you close to him, his lips crashing into yours

The heat pooling between your legs—things you’d never realized you felt for your captain—ensured that you kissed him back, your tongue dancing with his, his hands desperately groping at your body

You almost immediately began to unbutton his jeans, feeling his cock pulse against your fingers

“God… please, y/n…”

You freed his member from the confines of his pants quickly, taking it into your hand before suddenly he stopped you, looking into your eyes

“Before we do this… you should know that I don’t share, y/n.”

You smile teasingly. “So what, does that make me like your girlfriend?”

“If you want to be.”

Oh.

You’d never really considered it before, but you can’t deny how close you’d always felt to Law. He had a strange way of making you feel safe even in the scariest circumstances

His kindness beneath his creepy exterior, his fierce intelligence, his loyalty to his crew

And the throbbing of his (surprisingly big) cock in your hand was only making it easier for you to make a decision

Wordlessly, you nodded, never breaking eye contact

Law smirked

Pinning you hard back against the wall, he had your shirt off in a heartbeat as you stroked him, rubbing drops of precum (holy shit, he was practically drooling for you) back onto his cock as you did so

He moaned, a sound you’d never heard him make before

It was strangely vulnerable and left you just that much more eager to play with him

Eagerly, Law squeezed at your breasts, flicking and pinching hard at your nipples, leaving you moaning in turn

His hand made its way to your throat and squeezed suddenly

It wasn’t enough to cut off your air, but it left you dizzy all the same—you were surprised to say that you kind of loved it

Yanking your hips from against the wall and digging his pelvis hard into yours, he slapped your ass hard

First once, then repeatedly

You couldn’t help the squeals escaping your mouth as he struck you, feeling your juices staring to overflow, running down your leg

“Don’t you ever—“ slap. “Talk to losers—“ slap. “At random shitty bars—“ slap. “EVER again—“ slap. “Understand me?”

All you could do was moan his name as he finished spanking you, stroking your ass softly to take the pain away

Law gently released your throat, letting you breathe normally again

You felt your legs giving way as you breathed deeply, but Law caught you, wrapping them around his waist

“Ready for me to fuck my pussy?” He murmured as he slid your pants down enough to position himself between your legs

“God yes, Law… please, it belongs to you and only you…” you gasped

The words were barely off your tongue when the head of Law’s cock pushed inside you

Stars sparked in your eyes as he slowly filled you, two fingers sliding down to trace circles on your clit

He held his position for a moment, letting you adjust to being stretched by his girthy cock before he started moving, slow at first

“I’m going harder,” he warned you, kissing you gently before he began thrusting deep into you

Over and over, he hit that spot inside you that had you screaming his name, flooding his big cock with your juices

You felt yourself rocketed to the edge of cumming within minutes, your body twitching and humming with the feeling of him touching you, kissing you, filling you

You’d never known you could want someone like this, least of all your own captain

Your back was arching before you know it, and your orgasm overtook you, spilling you into Law’s strong arms as you screamed into his shoulder, not giving a fuck who heard

It wasn’t long before Law followed, grabbing your already sore ass and growling your name as he pumped ropes of hot cum deep inside of you, marking you as truly his own

The two of you collapsed against the wall of the tavern, catching your breath as Law pulled you close to him

“Not the most romantic place for our first time, but it was still pretty fun,” Law laughed as he pressed a kiss to your hair

“My y/n.”

“Should we get back to the others?” You asked

Law considered it for a moment

Then he smiled

“I’m going to go tell Bepo we’re tired and going back to the ship early. After all, there’s so much more of my girl I haven’t gotten to enjoy yet.”

End

#one piece law #trafalgar d law x you #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #bepo one piece #penguin and shachi #trafalgar law x reader #Diglett writes

[thepersonnamedsam]

he needed more than me - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gn!reader

summary:

tears over beers - modern baseball

not strong enough - boygenius

iris - goo goo dolls

warnings: s/h, sui$ide, bad mental health

!don’t read if you feel triggered!

word count: 1k

note: don’t ever feel like there’s no one that cares, there’s always someone that does, even if it’s a stranger on the other side of the phone call.

masterlist / taglist

pls, for the love of god, if you ever feel like this is the end, talk to someone

if you are american, you can call/text 988

if you are australien, call 1300 659 467

if you are from the uk, call 0800 689 5652

if you are from the philippines, call 0917-899-8727

if you are german, call 030-44 01 06 07

these are all suicide/crisis hotlines, free and confidential, open 24/7

reach out for help, even if it’s just a friend, you can always talk to me too

——

He was my one true love, you know? He was my everything. And even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, or hold him through the night, I still knew, he was the one that I loved and I couldn’t ever let him go.

He was the sunshine in my life, the life I never quiet lived. But he brought out the best in me. The warmth spreading through my body as he smiled at me. Nothing could ever replace that feeling inside my body.

„I love you“, he murmured against my skin. Tattooed hands softly scraping my thighs. Goosebumps arose on my body and I shivered. He quietly chuckled. His laugh warmed my soul. „I love you more.“

And it was true, I loved him more than anyone ever did. My love for him was like warm milk with honey on a cold winter day. My love was all I had for him.

But it was never enough, at least not for me. I can’t speak for Daniel, you know his head, don’t you? Always smiling and never letting his true emotions shine. I just hoped he had some piece of mind with me.

„I’m so proud of you, honey“, I whispered and he squeezed me tighter to his body. He toward over my frame, a small smile playing on his lips. „So, so proud, you don’t understand.“

„I do“, he whispered back, lips against lips. I smelled his perfume on his skin. I felt his beard scratch my cheek. I felt his smile on my lips. I felt everything, his every atom, his every emotion; everything. It all felt too much, but I’d feel hell for him.

„I’d do everything for you“, he told me, softly kissing my lips. His lips tasted of honey, my favourite chapstick, that he stole once again.

„I’d do more for you.“ He never once argued over my statement, because he knew it was true. He’d kill for me, but I’d die for him.

Even when it all became too much, with all the hate and all the emotions involved, I still stayed. Even when I didn’t feel myself, even when I only felt him if I bled. I still stayed.

He was my one true love, and even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, hold him in my arms all through the night, I still knew he was the one for me.

But I wasn’t strong enough, always an angel, never a god.

The blood always hidden inside my body, his eyes never touching it. He didn’t know, or he didn’t tell me he knew.

Either way, I’d do anything for him, even if it meant, that he needed more than me. I wasn’t strong enough for him.

My skin etched to be bleeding, my thoughts begged to be stilled. He was my one true love, you know. I’d do everything for him.

Like the Goo Goo Dolls said: „Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.“

I’d give up forever to touch him, I knew he’d understand and feel me somehow. I knew he’d solve the puzzle and riddle me a new one. I knew he’d understand, even if he didn’t.

You know Daniel, he wouldn’t ever cry, not once did I see him cry in front of anyone but me. He saw me cry thousands of times. Held me close in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

„You got this, beautiful, just hold on a little longer. „We’re gonna buy a house outside any civilisation, with a big garden. Vegetables and fruits, so I only have to go into town once a month. It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna put a diamond ring on this finger and we’re gonna hold a small wedding in our backyard. You just have to hold on a little longer, please, just eight minutes until the paramedics arrive“, he begged and begged and begged.

But my body was so tired from all the fighting, from all the hate, from all the pain. Eight minutes was too long. And I knew I hurt my love that day. But I couldn’t stand to live much longer.

Always an angel, never a god.

And when I tell you, that he finally cried in front of other people, my heart skipped a beat for my one true love. He was opening up. That was an other reason why he needed more than me.

To Daniel,

I may not get to see you as often as I’d like.

I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.

But deep in my heart I know, you’re the one that I love and can’t let go.

Don’t ever hide your emotions. Please Daniel. Don’t ever only be the sunny boy, just once in your life, be the boy crying.

Time, you just need time. You needed more than me, trust me. Because time can be two things;

The healer

or

The killer

and I’m the latter.

And as Lorelai so beautifully said;

in between

„hello and goodbye“

we loved.

Don’t ever doubt my love for you, as I always said: I’d die for you and I did. I did, because you could’ve never kill someone. You would’ve never lived with the consequences. So I died for you, took my life, so you don’t have to take any others. I took away your decision. I took it away to make your life easier, believe me.

So, stop starring at the ceiling and breath in and out. I’ll always be your angel.

Love you always and forever.

°°°

@ironmaiden1313 , @topguncultleader , @biglittlesecret , @gulabjamooon , @lovelyy-moonlight , @peachyplumsss , @mistrose23 , @copper-boom , @love4lando , @champomiel , @serenityleah , @iloveyou3000morgan , @angelwithoutmywings , @elleeeee21 , @youkissedareaderinthedark , @mikauraur , @thybulleric , @lpab , @fdl305 , @mellowarcadefun , @teti-menchon0604 , @vildetry06 , @bibissparkles , @aurora-maria , @lunnnix , @sya-skies , @Buckywifeyy , @dakotali , @rechtrecht , @noncannonships , @1eclerc16 , @pitlanebabe , @sopheeg , @avengersheart , @thatsadsmallchild , @peachiicherries , @idkiwantchocolatee , @callsign-scully , @mehrmonga , @badbatch-simp24 , @lissyontour , @din0nugs , @elliegrey2803 , @gay-for-victoria-de-angelis , @10vely-yutazen , @daggersquadphantom , @azriel-the-shadowsinger , @i-love-scott-mccall , @darleneslane , @mikauraur , @heartmetaphor , @ellswilliams , @thxtmarvelchick , @nataliambc , @dontjudgeabookbythecover , @hockeyboysarehot , @thehistoryone , @zimm04 , @woozarts , @mellowarcadefun , @deephideoutmolkshake , @grimeslvrr

#f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #trigger warning #formula one x reader #dr3 #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine

[felixwhy]

hey fellers this is my first time posting here so pls interact if u like rdr2 🙏 w that being said, here r some misc. hcs!!

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john was thrown into a lake by dutch to try n make him swim when he was younger but john hates the water now

modern sean would LOVE mac n cheese i dont even care bro he would gobble that shit UP

abigail prolly bought a ton of books for jack so he can learn to read but he ends up trying to teach her instead (bc its canon she cant read)

mary beth teaches kieran and jack how to read n write

arthur sometimes brings candy for jack when hes on a mission and when he does go on a mission, jack asks him to bring candy

karen is totally a wine aunt and loves margaritas

mary beth was always fansinated w wanting to be an author but was too busy doing chores for ms grimshaw, she never had anytime to write anything

mary beth sometimes writes a prompt for arthur to sketch out. shes kept them over time and used them in her books

jack marston gets absolutely 0 bitches, his bloodline ended w him

high honor arthur goes back and gets seans double barrel shotgun and keeps it in memory of him

modern javier likes watching mexican novelas and puts on the english subtitles so everyone who wants to watch can understand it

micah is the worst person ever when hes sober but once hes drunk he'll get along w just about anyone

if arthur knew what cosplay was, he would cosplay dutch just to piss him off

john was pretty much bisexual his whole life but never even realised it. when he did, it was before he married abigail

drunk kieran is rare but if he ever gets drunk, he is very giggly. if youre his s/o then hes basically a cuddle bug.

modern sean LOVES fortnite. he wanted dutch buy him v bucks and started throwing a tantrum

modern john LOVES hot cheetos and thrash metal. it js feels like its so him yk

(modern or not) bill def gambles a lot.

"god damnit! what happened to all the camp funds??" - dutch

"well its gone, its gone, its gone, its gone" - bill /ref

dutch would def let you stack donuts on it and put a fruit roll up around it (im sorry)

#kieran duffy #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption community #dutch van der linde #bill williamson #micah bell #abigail marston #john marston #jack marston #javier escuella #headcanon #karen jones #mary beth gaskill

[ladyvlolypop]

Bucky Barnes Headcanons

these are both dating and overall head canons, if you think the writing is a little out of my usual type it's because I wrote these while

My Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader; sfw

Very gentle, his touches are very soft and he tries to avoid being harsh with you, knowing he’s way stronger than you(and because he’s unsure of his metal arm).

When he passes you he gives you subtle touches, his hand on your hip or waist for a brief moment.

He used to smoke when he was a soldier. Heavy smoker and drinker but he never touched a cigarette again after he became the winter soldier, not because he didn’t want to but he just didn’t want to be addicted to anything.

He can definitely speak and understand bits of german and italian because he was stationed in Austria and Italy during the war. He speaks french as well but much better(we love a multilingual king)

He understands russian perfectly but struggles to speak or write/read it. He understands bits of other slavic/balkan languages as well(if you speak russian freshen up his skills a little pls)

He sometimes still stares in awe at modern things, he imagined the world differently in the 30's. Will sometimes tell you how certain spaces changed and how they used to look like back in the day.

He likes to tell you about his childhood, liking to compare how you two grew up

Has lots oft things to catch up to

Has a flip phone w a loud ass ringtone

Jumps a little when hearing his ringtone

He has a smartphone for work but he barely uses it

Loves fantasy shows/movies and reading

LOTR and GOT fan honestly

Likes baking and cooking but he’s not good at it, he’s thankful for microwaveable meals and your cooking

Can’t ride a bike

Can’t drive, learned it just before infinity war happened

He probably let his his metal arm get hot in the sun and cracked an egg on it with sam

It fried

You only call him 'James' if it's serious or if it's to tease him

will use nicknames like "Doll", "Babygirl", "Honey","Darlin'(g)" or "Dear" for you

Uses lotion for his scars

would fold if you did it for him, def will offer to do the same for you(he gives really good messages let him)

Has a routine for his beard when he lets it grow out, likes to keep himself groomed

Same for his hair

Has insane home remedies

Pulls out chernobyl broth when you have a feet ache(boils sprite)(He read about it on facebook)

Doesn’t trust italians

He’s such a dad

Dad jokes all the way

Enjoys shopping for home gadgets

Knows how to haggle and will show his skills when he can

Will often come home with surprise groceries or gifts, things or snacks you like or some other stuff he got on sale

Likes to go to flea markets

Sometimes comes home with large amounts of certain products

Man will come home with 3 boxes of fruit because there was a sale

Love language is definitely gift giving and acts of service

Carries your bags or groceries for you without asking, pretty good at fixing things around the house

He’s good with kids, wants his own but unsure when the right timing for it would be

He sometimes shows them tricks with his metal arm

He’s not much of a talker unless you two are alone

Often rants about work

Good listener though, very attentive listener

He sleeps like a bear, very warm and keeps close to you, his arm cools down at night though and you might wake up with the feeling of cold metal against your belly

He started sleeping better when you were with him, still you will sometimes find him sleeping on the floor in the mornings, old habits die hard.

He’s very stubborn, especially if it's about your safety but he hates arguing with you

He hates the possibility of you getting hurt in any way

You're on his mind all the time

walks around with the thoughts of "would Y/N like that? Should I buy them that?"

first thing he does when coming home after missions is give you a tight hug

if it's really bad all he wants to do is hold you closely and cuddle for hours

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if you think the writing is a little out of my usual type it's because I wrote these while on a call with my bsf and she was poorly singing lana del ray songs in my ear, some of these hc were even here ideas

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes domestic hc #bucky barnes fluff #x reader #marvel #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

Oranges!

Pairing : Boo Seungkwan x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

Seungkwan buys a crate of oranges for a reason you've never imagined in a million years.

"Oh my, what are you doing with that many oranges?" your surprised gasp had to be the funniest thing Seungkwan had heard in a while because in an instant, he starts laughing. "What's so funny about this?"

When he's finally done(you're still wondering who's playing a private comedy show for him but that's not important), he looks at you with a weird look on his face and that just doubles your confusion. Was he trying to give someone a Vitamin C overdose?

"Don't look like that. They're just oranges. Probably 20 of them but they're still harmless fruits," yeah but what does he need all that fruit for?

He places the crate on the kitchen counter, turning to you, "I never thought you would be afraid of oranges."

"I wouldn't be afraid of 1 or 2," you mutter, "Who knows? You might poison everything and give it to people who annoy you. Oh shoot, I gotta warn Soonyoung, then."

"Hey, hey. I'm not psychotic and as much as Soonyoung hyung annoys me, I still love him," he didn't know that if you weren't provided a reason in 2 minutes, then it will be you who's going to turn psychotic.

"By the way, I wanted to try baking. That's what these are for," his reply makes you laugh, but when he stays silent you realize that he's actually serious. "Kwan, cakes are hard to bake, did you realize that before buying these?"

He looks offended for a moment but smiles enthusiastically, "Hey, I'm Professor. Boo. I'm good at everything I do."

"Well, good for you because I don't see myself helping you if the mixer explodes or your first batch burns."

He gives you an evil look before saying, "Well, it's your mixer that's going to explode and your oven that's going to see my first batch burn, so I don't really see a problem."

You gasp, "I swear if you do anything to my things-" you're cut off by Seungkwan's lips on yours for a brief moment. When he pulls away, he gives you the most innocent smile you've ever seen, "Then, won't you help me, darling? Starting from the batter."

Damn him for being so cute and flirty. If there's one thing he's good that, it's at getting himself out of trouble.

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[strsburn]

hii!! can u pls write a drabble for lo'ak x fem va'vi where the reader fell first but he fell harder 😔 like he realized that the reader was so good at handling Tuk and made him think of how good their relationship is and how the reader handles lo'ak's doubts and whatnots. thank uu!!

something there  ♡۰⸼ ۫ lo'ak

thank you for this request anon! i love this idea, and thankfully after being able to buy atwow on digital, i got over my writer's block. hopefully you like this x

Despite the attitude lo'ak often portrayed, he was a family man. Sure, he rolled his eyes whenever his brother pulled him into a side hug, and scoffed whenever his mother tasked him with bringing tuk along on his adventures, but he loved his family. He would do absolutely anything for them.

So, when he witnessed you, a pretty girl, but a stranger no less, indulging his little sister by playing along with her games, and being so genuinely invested in what she had to say, he was intrigued.

He watched with rapt interest as the two of you wrestled playfully, rolling around in the leaves, sending dirt everywhere as you both laughed in content. You, going as far as feigning fear when Tuk hissed playfully, her small fangs not fully grown, posing more of an angry kitten if anything.

"Lo'ak! Come meet y/n, she's so pretty, and cool. She plays with me and let's me win too!" Tuk cheered. Lo'ak had no choice but to come over as you had sat up, and been made aware of his presence.

It was only when you turned to face him, did he realize, you were not a stranger at all. In fact, he knew you. you had been the first female omaticayan to tame their ikran in under five minutes. an achievement that made him envious. you were the clan's best weaver as well, often creating the outfits for the festivities, and you were beautiful. a fact that all the male na'vi were aware of. himself included.

he felt himself stumble at the revelation, and his ears pinned back as you giggled along with tuk at his misstep. tail flicking behind him he tried to remain nonchalant as he neared you, offering a nod that had you raising a confused brow.

"uh..hey." he offered lamely, sending a sharp glare at tuk when she giggled, and made googly eyes, no doubt mocking his expression.

You smiled at him, offering a wave and he mentally cursed when he felt his tail swish happily at your sudden attention. What the hell was going on with him. He had just spoken two words to you, and all of a sudden his heart was fluttering in his chest, as if trying to find it's way back to whoever had stolen it.

Oh.

Oh.

You had harbored a crush for Lo'ak, for as long as you could remember. Often tagging along with his siblings to their home, hoping to get a glimpse of him, and even trying to strike a conversation with him. He never seemed to be interested or even aware of your presence, and you had backed off, assuming your duties, all while trying to get over your feelings.

However, it seemed as if things had flipped, and now he was seeking you out. Finding excuses to spend more time with you, and watching you with such an intense gaze you'd have to look away.

Your relationship seemed to develop, yet neither of you made a move to further it, despite the obvious interest from both parties.

You sighed as you played with a yovo fruit, appetite now dissipated as you had allowed your thoughts to trail too far.

You perked up as a familiar voice called your name, tail swaying with interest as Lo'ak approached you, a nervous gait to his usual smug strut. His tail twitched nervously behind him, and you wondered what could have possibly made him so unsure of himself.

You knew he constantly compared himself to his older brother, and to his dad, to whom he looked up to, and strived to be. It saddened you that he didn't view himself as you did, confident, caring, and a strong heart.

"What is it, ma Lo'ak?" You asked, smiling proudly when a slight coloring appeared on his cheeks at your usual affectionate term for him.

He played with his fingers, before he took a deep breathe, and straightened up. His eyes found yours, and your breathe hitched at the adoration in his gaze.

"Oel ngati kameie." He spoke to you softly, his fingers trailing from his forehead towards you, in the traditional na'vi way. However those three words were laced with everything he didn't say. It was not a greeting, but a confession.

A smile broke out on your face as you repeated the gesture, a smile curling up on Lo'ak's lips as he stepped closer.

"I see you, Lo'ak. I always have."

You pulled him down, and into a kiss.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

#graysonshaven #lo'ak x reader #avatar fanfiction #drabble #mari writes #lo'ak #lovely anon

[forasgaard]

Love your work!😍Can i have the will to request a Roxto X reader where he feels like he isn’t good enough, kinda like comparing himself to the other guys in the village esspecily Aonung. The muscle mass, their hunting skills, riding ilus. You didnt know at first, because you found him perfect in every way, his smile, his comforting words and touch, his eyes, hes also very good making braclets out off sheels, so he often makes you cute gifts you love so much. One day you find him crying on the other side of the island when you were out picking some fruits to him and yourself, you rush over to him and comfort him, hugging him and stroke his back. You ask what is wrong but he stays quiet clinging himself on you.

Suddenly he asks you if hes good enough, if hes a good mate, if you truly love him and dont fake it, EVERYTHING! Poor Roxto😭😭🫶🫶

~ First of all, thank you so much, this request was so fun! And such a good idea!

And I am truly sorry - my titles are always so bad. If you have a better title idea, pls comment ~

pairing: Roxto x Y/N

warnings: fluff, angst

words: 1.4k

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Not Enough

Happily, you jumped over the woven pathway towards the marui, where your boyfriend Roxto lived with his parents. It was almost the middle of the day and you hadn't seen him even once today.

All the metkayina people were doing their work, cooking, fishing, or all the other duties that were necessary to keep the village running.

Your best friend Tsireya was probably swimming with that new forest boy. They spend a lot of time together lately and you wondered if they were maybe more than just friends. She and her brother Ao'nung tried to teach the Sully kids how to swim and how to live in this maritime world. It must've been a huge culture shock for them to move from the woods there to the ocean.

You arrived at Roxto's marui and went in without a word. His parents knew you since you were little and they weren't even surprised anymore of you'd come to their home whenever you wanted. But the marui was empty, Roxto wasn't home. You frowned and tried to think of a place he could be. Maybe he joined Ao'nung and the Sullys? Roxto and Ao'nung were best friends since childhood, there wasn't a single where they didn't hang out.

So you went to the beach, covered your eyes agains the sun and tried to find them somewhere out the in the waves.

"Hi", a voice startled you. "Eywa", you gasped and turned around. The little Sully girl stood in front of you. What was her name again? Tuk. Weird name. But she was cute.

"What are you looking for?", she asked. "Have you seen Roxto today?"

She shook her head. "No, just Ao'nung."

"Hm" Your shoulders dropped in disappointment. Where could he be?

Then you two heard a movement in the waved behind you and the other Sully girl appeared. Kiri. She was different from the other Omatikaya, but she always seemed very nice.

"Hi Kiri", you greeted. She gave you a small smile. "Hi guys"

"Have you seen Roxto?" you asked.

"Yeah I saw him going that way" Kiri reached out her arm towards the east and pointed in the area where the lagoons lied.

"Thank you!", excited you followed her direction. What did Roxto want in to lagoons? You guys weren't there for years. When you were children, the lagoons were your and Roxto's secret hideout. Every time your parents annoyed you, you would flee into the lagoons and spend your days there, forgetting all the responsibilities and duties. Buy since you guys where grown up, you didn't come there anymore. You never admitted it in front of your boyfriend, but you missed the careless days in the lagoons.

The sun sparkled on the calm sea, some waves splashed upon the rocky cliffs. A soft breeze untangled your curly hair. You gazed upon the scenery. No one was there, only a few ilus swam though the waves. Then you saw a movement on one of the cliffs. Roxto! You started running, the sand squashing beneath your bare feet. He sat on one of the lower cliffs, his legs dangled from the edge. You wanted to call him from afar but stopped immediately. He seemed odd. His eyes gazed emotionless into the distance and his tail, that usually swirled around all the time, lay still next to him.

You furrowed your brow bone. What was wrong with him? Carefully, you climbed up the cliffs and went closer. "Roxto?" Softly you crunched down next to him. He looked up, turned his head towards you, as if his mind had wandered far away. He gave you a small smile but it was lined with worry. "Hey", you said and sat down close to him. You took his hand, let your legs dangle off the cliff, just like his. "Hey, what's wrong yawne?"

Roxto's fell down to your entangled fingers. "It's nothing"

You gave him a look that screamed 'Yeah sure!' He had to laugh. "No its.." He sighed and his eyes wandered back to the ocean. "I sometimes feel like...", he started but shook his head. You slightly squeezed his hand. "What? Hey, you can tell me everything. You know that." You placed a small peck on his curly hair. A smile crawled on his lips. He shrugged and let out a sigh. "It's the others. Ao'nung and my friends."

Your ears twitched back in surprise. "Your friends? What happened? Did they do something?"

Roxto bit his lip. "No, it's just..." He sniffed and looked away. His shoulder started shaking.

"Hey..." Your heart started acing, seeing him like that. "Are you crying?", you asked softly.

"No" he sniffled. You had to chuckle. "Oh yawne", you pulled him into a tight embrace and now his facade fell. He let out a quiet sob and pressed his face on your shoulder. Caring, you stoke over his back, assuring him that you were there.

"Shh it's okay. You're okay", you whispered in his hears. For a few minutes you just held him, comforting him, until his sobs were gone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", you asked after a while. Without an answer, he moved his head, his forehead pressing against your neck. Your hands gently stroke up to his hairline.

You guys stayed like that and you almost forgot about your question. But suddenly, he blurted out: "He is my best friend!" You saw down to him. "What?"

"Ao'nung. He is just so good in everything he does!" His shoulders humped together. "He is more muscular than me and much better in hunting. And I mean - he was even the first one to ride an ilu, that's not fair! He is always better than me."

Roxto wiped his hand over his face and you gently squeezed his shoulder. "Ne he's not, you're also good at hunting."

He scoffed. "And then the new guys!", he pulled away from your hug and threw his hand into the air. "Ao'nung is always hanging out with them now. As if I don't exist anymore. I am always not good enough for him" He closed his eyes and his face muscles tensed.

"Roxto", you whispered caring. "I didn't know you feel like this, what have you never told me?" He lowered his gaze. The wind ruffled through his curly hair. "I didn't told you because I was afraid you would think the same. That I am not good enough for you" He spoke so quietly that you almost didn't understand him. Your heart ached when he said it. How could he ever think like that!?

You cupped his face with my hands, forced him to look up into your eyes. "Roxto that's stupid.", you began. His eyes flickered back and forth between yours. "You're perfect in every way. How could you ever think that? I don't care what Ao'nung says or the new guys. You're perfect!" You stroke with your thumb over his cheekbone to comfort him.

"I love you. I see you. Don't ever think that will change! Don't ever think less of yourself. You are the most perfect person I know", you whispered. A slight shimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"And you're so good at many things! You're a good fisher, and you're brave and you care for the people." Now that you thought about it, all the good things about him blurted out of you. All these little things that made you fall in love with him in the first place. Excitement sparkled in your eyes.

"And you can build things and make things. I love all those shell bracelets that you make me."

A smile crawled onto his lips and he chuckled.

"I could not imagine my life without you, Roxto.", you said. "And I don't want that. And I want you to know what you're not alone. No matter what happens, I will stand by you." Roxto closed his eyes.

His fingers stroke over your shoulders up to your neck. "I love you", he whispered. You closed the distance and gave him a long kiss. He tasted salty like the ocean. When you guys pulled back, you could see the sun sparkling in his eyes.

"All good?" I asked. A warm smile appeared on his face. "I am so glad I have you", he whispered and placed a heartwarming kiss on your lips again. You leaned your forehead against his. The warm wind covered you like a blanket and the sound of the waves adapted to the beats of your hearts.

"And I am so happy I have you"

#avatar 2 #atwow #avatar the way of water #roxto #roxto x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #avatar fanfiction

[strawbs-screaming]

ITS....

MY BIRTHED DAY YIPPEE YAY YIPPEE HIP HİP HOORAY!!! ♡

and for that.. i bring you..

☆ the boxers planning a birthday party ☆

and for this special ocassion.. I will be posting my cringe writing!!!! Happy birthday to me!!!

Glass Joe

- 99% he was the one that baked the cake, he really didnt have a choice other than to go with the walmart cake

- doting on everything, the cake has to be the perfect flavor, the invitations have to be in the right font so its not too fancy but its not too bland, the decorations need to be cheery but not too childish, the presents need to be spot on with whatever they like but not too spot on because stalking people is not cool, generally organized

- on that last note, he can and will stalk your social media accounts to find out what you like and how you like it, you'll suddenly see that "baguettedude420" is following your Facebook account and "winethief21" is viewing your instagram story (and accidentally liked a post from 2016 uh oh)

- going all out like its your last birthday

Von Kaiser

- doing his best, hes not good at remembering dates so he usually celebrates it WAYYY too early or after a week, you'll see a "happy birthday!!" message from him a month after your actual birthday

- gets "generally liked" gifts if he doesnt know what you like including: perfume, merch of a band you might like, jeans and socks (kaiser you have bad taste)

- will buy a pre-made cake because baking is not his thing

- will not sing happy birthday, nuh uh hes not putting you through that

Disco Kid

- going all out like this is his last day on earth, you cant get him to directly ask you "what do you want for ur birthday" because he'd rather cartwheel off a cliff than do that, doing mental gymnastics to find out what you would like for your birthday, "oh so you like sharks?" He then proceeds to get you shark themed gifts (if you have a hyperfixation on something really specific this is a win for you)

- goes out of his way to make, decorate & throw edible glitter at a cake for you

- definitely asking your friends "what does this bitch like??" (not that exact question but still close) since he doesnt have the guts to ask you what you like without making it obvious he wants to get you something specific

-oversinging happy birthday

King Hippo

- rushing on the last day, the only thing that saved him was the reminder on his phone

- also stalks your social media accounts because he didnt have the time to think about what hes gonna get you, uh oh looks like "theking5262627" is following your instagram account

- his gifts are mostly food related, like baking? Heres a whisk, like cooking? Heres a apron & a pan, like fruit? Enjoy this Apple shaped mug

- bakes a gorgeous cake, if you dont like how it tastes he'll be heartbroken, so for now you'll have to suffer through the blueberry allergy or he'll be sad

Piston Hondo

- overdoing everything like Joe, this time its not limited to asking your friends & stalking your social media accounts, hes gonna contact your family & ask your siblings and parents like "i know that you dont know me but your childs birthday is coming up what do they like pls tell me im gonna get them a gift" and it usually ends in hondo being friends with your parents, hes gonna whip out the oujia board to contact your deceased relatives to ask what kind of cake you like, hes gonna to swim in your gene pool to find out what your favorite color is, hes gonna get info, one way or another

- He thinks more about your birthday than you do, planning this like his life depends on it

-makes sure the decorations fit your taste because nothings worse than a badly decorated birthday (other than a family argument ending in both sides cutting contact but my point stands)

- makes it obvious hes planning it, you could say something like "i think green is a really good color" And he would just start overthinking it like "so you like green??? Do you also like plants?? Nature??? Mint??"

Great Tiger

- He already knows what you want, what flavor of cake (or any other desert) you want since he stalked your social media accounts WAYYYY before this, what on earth made you think "thegreatestman11" was a normal account

- dont let him sing happy birthday (PLEASE) or he'll perform a entire choreography (am i spelling that correctly)

- baking and putting his soul into it, theres sweat, blood and tears in that cake (not in the literal sense hes not that nasty) but he did see the light halfway through decorating the cake

Bear Hugger

-going off vibes & what he knows and is pretty spot on, if he cant decide on a gift he'll make a Facebook account (not to stalk you this time) to abuse the data stealing algorithm and get you a funny t shirt, sorry but your legally a old man who skateboards, has a weird obsession with fire extinguishers and was born in august now enjoy your destiny

- cannot bake to save his life, if you told him to bake a simple cake or do a backflip off a building he'll happily take the plunge, for this reason he just gets Ms. Bear to help

- you will get at least one (1) camo themed object from him

Don Flamenco

- this fucking bastard, hes rushing the last day to get you a present from walmart, hes just grabbing objects he could see you looking at and going "This is ok i guess" And running, cake? He got it from a bakery since he was normal enough to get you a edible cake with a hint of care

- He just dissapears after 20 minutes from your party he has places to be and this is not one of those

Aran Ryan

- fucking hell. He gets you dumb t-shirts off aliexpress along with gag gifts since he doesnt have the energy to be sane, best case scenario he'll handcarve you a little cat made from wood if he cares enough

- worst cake ever, hes simply struggling, eating the cake he baked would cause you a stroke, 20 heart attacks, 98 diseases, 2 ancient curses and liver failure, he has to film a apology video now uh oh

Soda Popinski

- handmaking stuff for you, decorations? He made them all, gifts? He crochetted (im so not spelling that right), he knitted, he carved and baked (both a cake and clay)

- definitely came late but still came

- (forgive me for these becoming short im exhausted + this is a scheduled post)

Bald Bull

- definitely not coming because no one wants to get swarmed at their birthday, no way

- He wont even go through with getting you a gift, hes just gonna send you money because why struggle with thinking about a person when they can think about themselves??

- stalking your social media accounts (not even for your birthday, hes just a bit noisy)

Super Macho Man

- same case as Bull, sends you money & wont show up, except this time he also gets you gifts other than money, also stalking your accounts

- no cake but will go all out for your decorations

Mr Sandman

- actually sane, hes not overthinking it but hes not forgetting about it either, he'll get you stuff he thinks you would adore, hes not really spot on but hes doing his best

- needs help with the cake, Sandman please stop youre gonna burn the kitchen down and im sure this is the 2nd building you'll wreck if you dont stop

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #don flamenco #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #great tiger #mr sandman #disco kid #von kaiser #super macho man #soda popinski #Oh my god this was exhaustingg #but heyy birthday means birthday post #also this was scheduled so i dont pump out something even worse than this #i love you all and i didnt expect my account to last this long #also i love you all and want to give you all a slice of my birthday cake #all of you are invited to my birthday party