#fluff is my favourite thing to write if you ever want fluff pls ask me lmao

[drivelikeiido]

to dye for

matty dyes the reader's hair in his own chaotic, messy way

matty healy x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: some suggestive mentions but it's all jokey but other than that it's just fluff ! (aka all i seem to write)

notes: this is self indulgent because i dye my hair all the time and i saw a pic of blue haired matty on the dash this morning that inspired me to actually write this ! also shoutout to mads for saying it was similar to the hair dying scene from clueless you were so right and i finally watched clueless because of that so slay

The scene in the bathroom is carnage. Coloured dye and stained towels litter the previously spotless floor. You almost regret putting too much trust into your boyfriend’s capabilities to help you, but he did insist and who were you to resist those chocolate brown eyes?

You're sitting cross-legged on the chair you brought in from the office, one you’re glad neither of you cared about as it’s now irreversibly dyed with memories of this venture. Matty stands behind you, your head at the perfect height for him to apply his ministrations. Normally you adore the feeling of your boyfriend’s slender fingers playing and passing through your hair, but at this current moment in time the feeling just stresses you out, not being able to see the ‘artistic choices’ he’s taking in terms of your appearance worries you. It’s not that you don’t trust him but judging from the sight of the splatters of dye that are dotted all over the bathroom floor he seems to have gotten a little too overenthusiastic to be involved in your makeover, making you worry for the state of your undoubtedly stained scalp.

After a particularly loud sigh from you and a warning of “Matty!” your boyfriend's infectious giggle can be heard from above you, the wholesome sound filling the small space of the bathroom.

“Darling I am helping you know”

“Matty, you’re getting dye everywhere!” you chide, only pretending to be annoyed at him and he knows that.

“You want it all to be covered don’t you?”

You snap your head back to look up at him, his infectious grin already staring back at you, “Yes but not the walls!”. His responding laugh is booming and full of entertainment and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges with how broad his smile is makes you want to kiss every inch of his pretty face, that too which somehow has dots of dye splattered onto it, making him look even more like a work of art than he normally does. 

His colourful gloved hands start a shooing motion, telling you to turn around once again so he can finish his job. You slump your shoulders in joking exaggeration, breathing out “You’re gonna make my hair go grey Matthew”. His laugh is immediate, “And then I’ll just dye over it again” his voice proud and smug as he drops a loud, overdramatic kiss to your shoulder, that act alone fracturing your annoyed facade, a large lovestruck smile breaking out onto your face.

“You make me want to scream sometimes”

“Oh I know, love”, you can practically hear the shit-eating grin in his sudden sultry voice as he decides to interpret this as innuendo.

His antics make you sigh once more as you lean your head back, looking up at his playful eyes, “Oh stop, you know I didn't mean it like that”.

His mischievous smile is hypnotising as you look up at him from below, his face upside down due to your awkward angle, “Oh sure you didn’t but I have enough memories of you screaming for me to last a lifetime so forgive me if your threat lacks substance sweetheart”

“Oh my god Matthew!”, the memories of pleasure-filled nights filling your mind and making you blush; even after all these years of dating he still has this effect on you so easily.

His amused laugh echoes in your ears once again, “Please, stop pretending to be innocent, we both know you like it”.

You suddenly feel very vulnerable, covered in hair dye and currently blushing and flustered from your boyfriend’s previous comment, “Behave and finish my hair now please”. 

“Anything you say love”.

He maneuvers your head forwards again to allow him to add some finishing touches to the art piece that is your hair, how there’s any part of your head not covered in dye at this point is a mystery to you but you let him entertain himself.

Once Matty had rinsed through your hair until the water ran clear, his fingers soothing as he ran them through the freshly coloured strands as well as the conditioner he had generously applied afterwards. 

When that too was rinsed out, he left you sitting on your shared bed like a wet dog while you towel-dry off your hair as he tries to clean up the multicoloured mess he had created in the bathroom. As you take the hairdryer to your hair Matty comes in from the other room, now changed into his ‘comfy clothes’ and wearing those tartan pyjama bottoms he knows you can never take your eyes off of. He walks slowly up to you from behind, wrapping his tattooed arms around your chest as he leans his head on your shoulder, looking at you in the tall mirror you both stand in front of. His eyes and smile are tired as he silently appreciates you and your new look, his thumbs rubbing slowly over your ribs and holding you flush to his cosy chest, an action that always feels like home.

Your hair is finally dry and Matty takes on the responsibility of being the one to brush it, slowly dragging the brush through your fresh hair and afterwards running his fingers through it once more, that motion alone bringing on a wave of sleep causing you to subconsciously lean back into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact. Matty begins carefully swaying you both side to side, still watching you intently in the mirror, leaving feather-light kisses in the crook of your neck, the urge to have them tattooed into your skin a constant desire. 

His voice is low as he sleepily mumbles into your skin, “New hair looks good y’know, always knew it would, you’d suit anything”. 

Your voice is light and appreciative as you thank him and watch your sleepy man of a boyfriend nuzzle closer into your body, his dark eyes making eye contact with yours as he leans up to drop a kiss to the side of your temple, 

“You look beautiful, my perfect little art piece”.

His reference to his pollock-like hairdressing style makes you giggle and turn around to hug him fully, his large arms more than welcoming as he holds you tight against his pyjama-clad torso once again, whispers of sleep swirling around you both and subconsciously dragging you back to bed.

#what are we thinking besties #i wanna write more complex things but fluff is so fun #fluff is my favourite thing to write if you ever want fluff pls ask me lmao #this is a men in tartan pyjama bottoms stan account if you know what i mean ily #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 fic #just became aware of the fact i write 1975 fics jesus christ #k!'s fics

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Through The Years

Áki x Sađi

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: Áki being his sassy self, royal things? fluff, suggestive smut/light smut, food - a lot, mutual pining? Loki and Y/N being the best supportive parents ever. Let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 5,1k

a/n: Well... We reached one of the most important chapters... Áki is finding the man of his dreams! 🥰 I love this whole chapter very very much. It turned out just how I wanted. Also, this is my first time writing male x male, so... Pls go easy on me. ☺️

Kudos to @eleniblue , because she helped me plan out this whole story. Without her, this wouldn't exist.

❄️ Chapter Four ❄️ Chapter Six ❄️

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Chapter Five - Áki Finding Love

It was one of these days again, where the five-minute-older twin was on search for something to eat, aside from the regular meals. Áki had always been a little hog - since he was an infant. Well... Keeping the trained body of his and compensating all that energy he needed for training, a lot of food was required. That was just how it was.

So, the young prince made his way to one of his favourite places in the whole palace... The royal kitchen.

It was one of the few places, which were always busy. The kitchen was bustling with staff almost the whole day. Only at night was it completely, entirely quiet inside the big room. But when the prince rounded the corner and stepped through the open, beautifully crafted swinging doors of the kitchen, there were several Jotun's running around. Some of them cooks, some of them maids, some of them kitchen helpers - as per usual.

Áki knew everyone who worked there, of course. After all, he was the part of the royal family who spent the most time in this place of the palace. And, the staff knew him... "Greetings, your highness," addressed him first an older lady, wearing a white apron and a smile. Atla - she was a kitchen helper and already worked here for ages. Áki returned the smile and gave her a nod, before he continued his journey through his own personal paradise - and paradise was smelling delicious.

"My prince," the head cook greeted him as well, and took a small bow. "What can we serve you today? We've got a lot of food today." The young Jotun bit his lip in a thinking manner, before he answered: "I don't know yet. I'll keep on looking." Another bow from the head cook. "As you wish, my prince."

Áki's feet led him to the cool room, in which he finally found his 'object of desire'... Cake. Blueberry cake, to be precisely. Perfect for an afternoon snack. Having the good manners his parents taught him, he asked of course first, if he could have a bite of the cake - and who was the staff to deny him this? So, he took a big slice from the cake in his hands, smiling happily. But just when he made his way out of the cool room, an accident happened... Therefore, that the prince had to close the door, he had his back towards the main room. Turning around and walking away, his hard, muscular chest suddenly clashed against a not so strong and not so muscular chest, causing the cake to get sandwiched between his and the other Jotun's torso. Cream and blueberries were smeared all over Áki's bare chest, before it dripped to the ground, like the rest of the cake. And not just the cake... The poor man he crashed against with all his strength was send to the floor as well.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry!" The man on the kitchen floor apologised immediately. The horror in his eyes was clearly visible, since he knew exactly who was standing in front of him and what he had gotten himself into. But the prince said nothing at first; had his eyes only settled on the poor soul who had crashed against him.

Áki had never seen the young Jotun before. Not here in the kitchen or elsewhere inside the palace. He must be new...

He was tall, but not quite as tall as Áki. His physique was not exactly the one of a warrior. He was a bit sturdier. Strong, but not muscular. His golden-brown hair was long; clearly reaching his shoulders, but currently tight up into a bun. Shocked, wide ruby eyes looking up at him. "M-My p-prince, I-I'm so clumsy, I..."

The prince was like frozen in time for a long moment, but he didn't know why. Just when his brain had caught up with the situation he was in, and Áki was about to say something, the head cook walked into the scene. "Sađi, you clumsy, feckless boy! What did you do?!" Sađi looked up to his boss with fearful eyes. "I-I-I..." He stammered; trying to somehow explain himself. The head cook leaned down and grabbed him by his arm. "Get on your damn knees and apologise to the prince, will you?!" He hissed at the younger man - inaudible to Áki, before pushing him forwards onto his knees.

Sađi was visibly a bit overwhelmed by the situation - and quite afraid of his chief; small tears gathering in his deep ruby eyes. "A-Apologies, your h-highness."

The pain in the young Jotun's eyes didn't go unnoticed by Áki. The usually so tough warrior's demeanour shifted. He squatted down and placed his hand on Sađi's shoulder. "You're forgiven."

That was the first time Áki's and Sađi's paths crossed. But it shouldn't stay at only one encounter, oh no...

Sađi had made a lasting impression on the prince. Áki couldn't put a finger on it, what exactly it was that kept the simple kitchen helper on his mind. It was just how it was. Perhaps it was the reason why his feet lead him more often than before to the royal kitchen? Just to get a glimpse at the attractive young Jotun, which had undoubtedly caught his attention?

The prince had noticed quite early in his teenage years, that he was more into men than women. His brother, you and Loki knew that, of course, but it wasn't a problem. Why should it be? Everybody accepted it - and Áki the way he was.

"You are my son, Áki. That won't change. Neither does the love I feel for you. If you like men, you like men. If someone can understand this, it's me." His father had told him with a smile and wink; hand placed on his shoulder. Áki liked to think back to that day. It had been an important moment in his life.

"What can we do for you today, my prince?" The head cook asked Áki, but the prince's attention was somewhere else; eyes directed on the Jotun with the long golden-brown hair. He watched him cutting some vegetables. A smile tugged at the warrior's lips, whenever Sađi swerved from side to side to change his cutting tactics. Or when a frown crossed his features, when the vegetables didn't want things to go as he did.

"My prince?" The head cook addressed Áki again, which caused him to shortly break his stare. "Yes? What did you ask?" "What we can do for you today, your highness." Áki's eyes started to travel immediately again. "I, uh... I'd like to have something sweet." "Something sweet?" Áki nodded, checking Sađi out, who currently had his back towards them. "Mhm, yes... Something sweet. Dessert." He just couldn't help himself. "Dessert?" "Yes." The cook nodded, "Of course, my prince." and turned around.

"Sađi! Prepare some dessert for the prince! ASAP!"

The Jotun nodded frantically. "Yes, Sir!"

Áki watched then with a smile, how the handsome kitchen helper ran from one point to the next, hurrying to finish his given task. Áki found it utterly cute how much effort he put in it. Just for him.

About five minutes later, Sađi approached the prince cautiously; trying to appear as polite as possible. "Dessert, your highness." Áki smiled and took the plate from his hands; ruby eyes boring into the matching ones of Sađi. "I thank you." Sađi swallowed and flashed the prince a small smile as well. "I hope it is to your liking." "Oh, I am sure it tastes delicious." With those words, the warrior turned on his heels and left the kitchen again.

Their next encounter was only a few days later. A very fateful encounter, to say the least. Perhaps it was destiny...

The night had settled over Jotunheim. It was past midnight so everyone was asleep. Everyone, except Áki. The prince had just woken up to a rumbling stomach; signalling him to get some food inside him. So, that's what Áki did. He stood up and made his way - like so often, to the kitchen. It wasn't the first time, that he took a little trip to this place of the palace at night, but it's been a trip he didn't do in a long time. Usually, he kept some food in his chambers, but someway somehow led his feet him today to the kitchen - and what he found there, was something he didn't expect even in his wildest dreams...

A dim light was shining on the dark hallway; coming undoubtedly from the kitchen. With furrowed brows, Áki sneaked to the big room. One hand was resting on the dagger, which was in the pocket of his dressing gown. Ready to face whatever danger or thief lurked inside, the warrior stormed the room - only to find the young Jotun, on which he had casted an eye.

"What in the name of Yggdrasil are you doing here?"

Áki's voice echoed through the kitchen, causing Sađi to yelp up and flinch. He was so frightened, that he threw with shock the onion he was holding in his hand away. "P-Prince Áki, I-I..." He stammered, turning beet red. The prince crossed his arms over his chest, stepping closer. "Again, I am asking... What are you doing here? Or should I go, get the guards?" Sađi's eyes widened even more. "O-Oh, no, no, by the n-norns, please don't! I-I need this job, I... Please! I-I'll tell you everything! Just p-please don't get the guards!" "Alright," said Áki and leaned against a kitchen counter. "Tell me."

The young Jotun nodded and took a deep breath. "I-I am practising." Áki frowned. "Practising?" "Y-Yes, because I wish to become a cook. I-It is my biggest dream, b-but I can't reach this dream without practicing. And the head cook doesn't let me practice, s-so I sneak inside the kitchen at night, t-to practice. N-Nobody usually ever comes here at night..." "Well, I do." Áki pointed out; stepping closer to the kitchen helper, causing Sađi to swallow hard. "So, you'd like to become a cook, yes?" "Y-Yes, your highness."

Áki nodded towards the several pots and pans standing on the stove. "Show me what you got then." Sađi was a bit confused at first. "W-What?" "Show me what you got." "O-Okay. I-If you wish, my prince." With a shaking hand, he took a small plate and put something from the dish he cooked on it, before handing it Áki, who tasted it on an instant.

Full of fear and anticipation, Sađi gazed at the warrior prince. He started to nod. "Yes... Tastes not bad. Needs improvement, but it's definitely not bad. You got talent, I see." "T-Thank you, your highness." Áki thought for a moment, as an idea crossed his mind. "I have an offer for you. A deal..." He started, circling the Jotun like a predator its prey. "A d-deal?" "Yes," he hissed, causing a shiver to run down Sađi's spine. "I'll tell nobody about your little... trips here at night. I'll let you keep on practicing. And as a quid pro quo, I'll get to taste and eat the wonderful dishes you cook. Do we have an agreement, Sađi?" The aspiring cook nodded with a small smile. "Yes, yes, absolutely! I thank you, my prince."

From that point on, the two men meet often at night in the royal kitchen. Sađi to improve his skills as a cook and Áki to quench his hunger. Over the days, weeks and months, Sađi's cooking skills improved - and not just that... Their relationship as well. They went from barely knowing each other to way more. The lines of royal blood and not royal blood slowly but surely blurring. While Áki let his guards more and more down and stopping his princely behaviour, Sađi got more open and confident.

And when the prince was really bold one night and asked Sađi, if he had a girlfriend, the kitchen helper blushed in the deepest shades of red and told the warrior that he was more into boys and not girls.

This fateful night caused the sexual tension to grown undoubtedly between them. Every accidental touch left a prickling, sizzling sensation behind, which caused both men's skins to burn. It was like an ever-burning fire, which was indelible.

At one point Áki just decided to act on it. He started to leave his dressing gown at his chambers, attending the nightly meetings only in his sleep shorts and giving the young cook more to look at; subtly urging him on to make the first move. It threw Sađi off track, of course, but not even with all the confidence he had gained over the weeks did he dare to make said first move. So Áki had to do it - or optionally making Sađi cave in. Both ways would work for the prince just fine...

"Now you have to slowly add the wine," Sađi explained; looking happily, but concentrated at the prince. He was in the zone; definitely enjoying what he was doing. Someday, Áki had asked him what exactly he was doing and how he was going to do it, and since that night, Sađi explained happily every step of a new meal he learned and practiced to cook. Áki though, mostly didn't pay attention. At least not to the young Jotun's instructions. He was way too distracted by Sađi himself...

"Add the wine?" Áki asked, eyes glued to Sađi's hands, which gripped the bottle of wine. "Yes, but slowly." He added some of the wine to the pot, causing it to steam. "Have you seen how much?" "Mhh," the prince answered absent-minded; had only paid attention to the bulging veins in his crush's hand and certainly not to the amount of wine. "What's next?" "Next, you have to stir the sauce and slowly add a bit more wine. Look." Sađi demonstrated what he had just explained - and Áki saw the first opportunity tonight to make his move.

While the aspiring cook stirred the sauce, Áki stepped even closer towards him. He placed himself behind Sađi, so that he could look over his shoulder; all the while pressing his bare torso against Sađi's old, shabby chef's jacket clad back. His arms sneaked around the Jotun. One hand landing on top of Sađi's (The one which was stirring the sauce.), and the other on the edge of the counter; literally caging the man. It caused a soft, almost inaudible gasp to leave the gold-brown-haired Jotun's lips. But Áki heard it, of course and started to grin.

"Do you need help with that?" The prince whispered in Sađi's ear; making sure to keep his voice as deep and husky as possible. The cook shivered. "I-I-I, uh... Actually n-not, b-but, uh, s-sure," he stammered. A sign that Áki's move had been fruitful. He had clearly put him off his stride. "Alright." Áki added and slipped his fingers through Sađi's, in order to help him stir the sauce. The longer the warrior's touch lasted, the more started Sađi's hand - which held onto the bottle of wine - to shake. Something that didn't slip Áki's attention as well. "Now, now what is the matter, young Sir Bjørnson? Are we nervous?" Sađi swallowed hard; his Adam's apple bobbing. "I-I-" Áki smiled; happy to be able to get such a reaction from the cook. If there was something he was good in, then it was fighting - obviously, flirting and seduction. The mixture of yours and Loki's genes clearly playing a big role in this one...

"Or... Is it the touch of my body against yours?" Áki breathed in Sađi's ear. "Am I too close to you, or... Too far from you?" Every hair on Sađi's neck was standing up at the prince's words. He had a hard time to control his breathing. "Hm?" To test the theory, Áki took a small step backwards, to bring some space between his and the young male - who let out a small whine immediately. Once the realisation dawned on him, Sađi's eyes widened. But he just couldn't help himself. It just had slipped past his lips - just like the soft moan, when Áki pressed his body back against his, "Ahh, I see... Too far." including his hips.

Sađi's eyes went shut at the sudden, very intimate contact. This only made it worse - in the best way possible. He felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and Áki was the one in control; deciding whether he was going to fall - or not.

"Better?" Áki asked in a low voice. A question which the young Jotun could only answer with a shaky nod. "Good. Now where were we? Ah, the sauce, right. Continue, please."

Sađi's head started to spin. How dare he? How dare he brings him in such a situation? How in the nine realms would he be able to keep cooking, with the handsome prince's crotch pressed against his bottom? "M-My p-prince, I-I-" His voice was so hoarse, it died in his throat.

The prince grinned even wider. Almost. He almost had him. "Yes?" "I-I... Can't, I..." Time to make the final move, thought Áki. Quickly - before Sađi could even react, he had spun the gold-brown-haired Jotun around in his embrace. Two hands gripping now the edge of the kitchen counter; pinning the surprised cook between the warrior's body and the cool, hard furniture. "You can't, huh? Well... Is there something else you'd rather do than cooking?" Sađi's mouth opened and closed, but no words were leaving his lips. The warrior smiled, "Go on, say it. I know you want me to." and leaned closer to his ear once more. "But I won't do it, unless you tell me to."

And with that, the dam finally broke. Sađi fell off the cliff; free falling. "K-Kiss... Kiss me."

Áki's heart skipped a beat. Finally. Finally! "Very well." Within the blink of an eye, Áki cupped Sađi's cheeks with both hands and literally slammed his lips on the young man's. Sađi was immediately enchanted by the kiss; hungry lips searching for more. It had been long overdue.

The prince soon brought his body into the game; pressing it against Sađi's and trapping him even more. The Jotun whimpered into the passionate kiss at the sudden friction; hands clawing into Áki's muscular waist.

Only when it was hard to breathe for them, did they break the kiss. Both panted; lips red and kiss swollen. In a rather bold move shifted the warrior his hands, until they landed on the cook's bottom; pulling him even closer against himself and creating more friction. "Spend the night with me," he spoke in a low, seductive voice, almost growling. Sađi's eyes widened. "S-Spend the night with you? I-I don't know, I..." His words caused Áki's heart to sunk. "Don't you... want to spend the night with me?" Sađi quickly shook his head; clearly noticed the sad tone in the Jotun's voice. "No, no, no, norns, no! I want nothing more than to do just that, but..." Relief flooded the warrior's veins. "But what?" Sađi sighed. "My prince, I-" "Stop," Áki interrupted him immediately. "It's Áki for you. No title, no formalities." He nodded. "Áki, I... I don't know if this is a good idea. You are the prince and I am... me..."

The prince shook his head. "I don't care, Sađi. I just want you. We can keep it secret and no one has to know, but please... Don't deny me. I waited so long for this. All I longed for was to kiss you. Touch you," he said, running one hand over Sađi's broad back. "Feel you. Hel, I lost count of how many times I touched myself to the thought of you." Those words send another shiver down the cook's spine. A tingling sensation formed in the pit of his stomach and gathering in his crotch. Sađi blushed, eyelids fluttering. "Y-You did that?" "Mhm," Áki purred and Sađi swallowed.

"I'd say, we clean here up as fast as possible and then take a trip to my chambers. What do you say? You'll even get a free room tour. And perhaps I take you into my bathing chamber as well." He winked, causing Sađi's knees to buckle. "I'd love to, my pri- Áki." The prince smiled, before sealing 'the deal' with another passionate kiss.

This was one of many nights the two men spend together in secret. It was more than just a one-night-stand. Áki had fallen for the handsome kitchen helper already a long time ago, even before he started to bed him. And the warrior was certain, that what he felt was, without a doubt, love.

As for Sađi, it took him some time to sort out his feelings. Was it just fun? Was it serious? He was torn a very long time, but in the end, Sađi couldn't deny that there were indeed feelings involved. At least from his side. He struggled quite a bit to interpret Áki's signals and unfortunately got them wrong. One oppressive thought led to the other, and at some point, it escalated and Sađi couldn't take it anymore...

Sađi was the last one in the kitchen today - like so often. After all, he was still nothing more than a helper and the other kitchen staff loved to leave the cleaning up to him. His dream of being a cook not yet palpable.

It didn't take long for the prince to join his lover, like he did whenever he got time and was not busy with royal duties. Making sure, that nobody was around, Áki stepped over to Sađi, who was currently cleaning some pots and pans. "Do they still leave you alone to clean up their mess?" It wasn't really a question from the warrior; rather an assessment. Áki wrapped his muscular arms loosely around Sađi's torso; chest pressed against back. The prince angled his head, tried to catch the aspiring cook's lips, as he looked over his shoulder - but Sađi avoided Áki's attempt for a kiss and turned his head away. "You know that they never stopped it."

Áki frowned; noticed immediately that something wasn't right. "What's wrong?" Sađi shook his head, "Nothing." and stepped away from the prince. Áki didn't believe a single word, of course. "Oh, come on, Sađi. Tell me what's wrong. I am not blind." The young Jotun answered nothing, just kept on cleaning up the mess. Áki shrugged his shoulders; was quite a bit offended. "Fine. If you don't want to talk, I'll leave." The prince turned on his heels and marched towards the open doors. What he didn't see coming, was Sađi's voice, holding him back. "We can't do this anymore." The warrior stopped dead in his tracks. Frowning, he slowly turned to face the golden-brown haired man he fell so deeply in love with. "What do you mean?"

The handsome kitchen helper took a deep, shaky breath. "This. Us. It has to stop." Áki was utterly confused. "Us? Why? Why does it needs to stop? Do you..." He swallowed. "Do you not... enjoy yourself?" Sađi shook his head, causing a few strands to break free from his loose man bun and to fall into his face. "N-No, I... I do enjoy it. What we have is... thrilling. Magical, wonderful - but..." Tears gathered in his beautiful ruby eyes. "I can't do this to myself anymore, because it breaks my damn heart every time." Áki still wasn't able to follow his words. "It breaks your heart? Why?" Sađi buried his face in his hands; almost desperately, that the oblivious prince didn't catch what he was trying to say. "You are the prince, Áki! I am a mere kitchen helper and wannabe cook! Just think about what the people - your people would say about this! Or the king and queen!" He scoffed; shaking his head. "I get that you are free to sleep with whoever you wish. I guess it's your privilege as a member of the royal family, but... I don't want to be your lover anymore. I don't want to be just another man on a long list of affairs. I'm not the only one you are bedding - and it destroys me, because..." Sađi paused for a moment; drawing in another shaky breath. "Because I fell in love with you! And I'd rather leave, before my heart gets entirely broken."

With those words, the aspiring cook threw the towel he was holding inside his hands on the kitchen counter, passed by a literally stunned Áki and headed straight for the door. But just like Áki before, he got stopped. The prince needed a moment to collect himself, though. His brain needed to process first, what his ears had heard. But once it did, a warm feeling spread throughout his whole body - and he smiled. "Sađi." He spoke up firmly, causing the other Jotun to stand still; freezing in his movements. "I won't let you walk out of that door." "W-What? Why?" Sađi's face mirrored confusion, as he turned to look at the warrior. Seems like they both had been oblivious to the other's feelings...

"Because I love you, you blind, silly boy."

Sađi blinked. Stunned. "I... You... W-What?" He definitely needed a moment to process that. "You... You love me?" He asked; disbelief swinging in his voice. Áki just smiled and stepped closer to his lover, gently taking Sađi's hands in his. "Yes, I do. Perhaps since the first time I had ever laid my eyes upon you." The helper blinked again, then looked at their intertwined hands. "I-I-I-" "Ah.Ah," the prince interrupted him, while walking Sađi towards the next wall. "Less talking..." He pressed his body against the cold stone surface; hands wandering to the helper's hips. "... and more kissing." With a smoulder only his father could do better, Áki's lips found Sađi's, asking them for a dance.

Áki's and Sađi's worlds were suddenly more than just alright. They had found each other, were helplessly in love and enjoyed the rare time they had together. Nevertheless, they decided to keep this a secret at first, except for one person. Váli. Váli was the only person who knew, since Áki loved his twin brother dearly and shared everything with him. But the secret itself didn't stay a secret for long anyways...

It was time for dinner in the palace. Áki was the first one to find his way to the dining hall, of course. You were a little late, and Loki and Váli not present, since they were away on Svartalfheim for some royal duties.

"Hey," you greeted your son warmly, placing a hand on his muscular biceps, before you sat down. "Hey, mom." "Sorry for the delay." Áki smiled, "No worries. I learned to wait." and winked, causing you to giggle. While you and your son ate, you talked about anything and everything. You enjoyed the moments you could spend with your sons, since they definitely lived their own life's by now.

Mere ten minutes later, dinner got served - and for the first time by none other than Sađi. When Áki saw his boyfriend walking towards the table, together with two other servants, his heart sped up. Of course, he was more than happy to see him, just like Sađi was, but the two of them tried hard to not let it show - which turned later out to be not really successful.

It was simple gestures. Things the two men didn't even realise. The subtle smiles, lingering gazes, eye contact, hand brushing... They didn't notice - but you did. After all, you were Áki's mother and it was kind of in your instincts to notice everything, right? You more than once bit your lip in order to hide the smile. Your son had seemingly found love - and you couldn't be happier. To be entirely sure, though, you decided to address him.

Once dinner was over and there was no servant left - just you and Áki, you took the initiative. Áki already stood up, though and was on his way to leave, when you stopped him. "Áki, hey, wait a minute, please." Your son waited, of course; turned to face you. "Yes, mom?" You patted on the chair beside you, smiling. "Take a seat." Without hesitation, Áki did what you ask him to. Full of anticipation what you were going to say, he looked at you. You reached out your hand and brushed a lose curl of his raven hair behind his ear. He looked so much like his father. You smiled even wider. "So... Who is he?" The prince frowned. "Who is who, mother?" You nodded towards the closed doors, which led to the kitchen. "The handsome servant with golden-brown hair."

Áki turned red on an instant. "I-I, uh..." "I know you two tried to be inconspicuous, but... Let's say it this way… It didn't quite work out." Your son cleared his throat; knowing that their secret wasn't a secret anymore. "Well, mom... His, uh... His name is Sađi and he works here as a kitchen helper. But he aspires to be a cook." "Sađi... Beautiful name - and an aspiring cook? What a perfect match for you." You smiled. "So, it is something serious between the two of you?" He nodded; unable to suppress a smile. "Yes. We are together." "That is wonderful, son. I'm happy for you." Áki smiled bashfully. "Thank you, mom." The so confident prince suddenly wasn't so confident anymore. "It... It isn't a problem for you that he's 'just' a kitchen helper and no prince or of royal blood?" You shook your head and placed your hand on his. "Why should it? Quite the opposite... I'd love to meet him properly one day. As long as you love each other... That's more important than anything. Than status or heritage. Believe me when I tell you, I know what I am talking about - and so does your father." Áki smiled. "Thank you, again. And yes, I promise you, you are definitely going to meet him properly one day."

Another smile crossed your face, as you leaned over to hug your son. A gesture which he returned gladly. "Áki... I am so proud of you. Just... Look at you. You've grown into a strong, confident young man. You are proud of what you are and who you love. It's beautiful." The prince almost started to cry when he heard this. "Oh, mom, I..." He hugged you again; now even tighter. "And your father is proud, too. I hope you know that." He smiled. "Yes... I know." "I love you." Your son backed up from the tight embrace to press a kiss on your cheek. "And I love you."

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[gurofushi]

“all long & pretty, jus' f'me?”

꣑୧ tsukishima kei x small fem! reader. (fluff & smut)

warnings; nsfw content (size kink, fingering, choking, degradation but also praise– tell me if i missed anything!), mean tsukishima :<

(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

– just tsukishima being a total softie whenever the two of you would cuddle.

he absolutely loves being able to hold you so close to him, especially after a long day of practice or work, all he would want to do is to snuggle up in the sheets with you.

every time you two did, he'd have one of his big hands around you, keeping you pressed up against his chest.

the other would either be on your thigh (running his fingers up and down your leg just because he loved the feeling of your soft skin on his own rough hands) or on you head (softly petting your head and running his fingers through your hair while he watched you drift away to sleep was his absolute favourite thing to do, he won't ever admit though.)

— its kinda funny how easily tsukishima melts at evey little thing you do.

he never told you this but, he finds you absolutely adorable. you were so small compared to him and he's like ??? can he bring you around everywhere he goes in his pocket pls ???

anyway, he just loves it whenever you two held hands, he's always so fascinated at how you could wrap all five fingers around just his pointer finger.

not only that, he adores that you're always asking for his hand when you're together.

you'd just be minding your own business, playing with his long fingers or comparing the sizes of his palm to your own, and he'd always be watching from beside you.

— i like to think that one of tsukishima's love languages is gift giving.

he just likes to give you little gifts to keep as a way of expressing his love to you.

once upon a time, he found a pair of matching rings online and thought of you.

of course, being the good bf that he is, he bought it without a second thought.

he thought that it was perfect, but unfortunately, he realized that he didn't write down your ring size on the order page, so both rings came in his size a.k.a too big for you.

he literally turned so red and was too embarrassed to talk to you for the rest of the day.

it was no big deal for you though, even though you couldn't wear it as a ring, you quickly thought of a solution and rummaged through your jewelry.

you had pulled out a small chain and slipped the it through the ring so you could wear it as a necklace!

needless to say, he practically beamed when he saw you wearing his gift around your neck, he was so happy. (great job, y/n!)

— can't help but think about how tsukishima would mercilessly finger you under the table after he offered to help tutor you for your upcoming exams.

you could only squirm and whimper at the feeling of his digits pumping into you as he asked you questions about the material he was helping you with.

he'd be laughing at you from his seat, making fun of how you couldn't even form proper sentences while you drenched his hand in your wetness.

“dumb slut can't even answer a simple question like that?”

(+ bonus; if you somehow managed to pass your exams, oh he'd be all over you again. he'd be whispering sweet praises into your ear– like, “im so proud of you, baby. my little girl is so smart, isn't she?.” while splitting you in half with just his fingers, telling you that this was his reward to you for being such a ‘smart little girl’.)

— i'd do anything to feel tsukishima's hand around my throat while he had his way with me :(

just imagine being grabbed by the throat and pushed against the wall by him.

he would keep his hand there and occasionally squeeze your throat every time he was able to hit your sweet spot, leaving you breathless and dizzy from how good it felt.

and after a while, he'd be balls deep inside of you and kept praising you for being able to take in every inch of him.

“you're such a good little girl for me, y/n. sucking in every inch of my cock like this.”

— remember when i said tsukishima loved touching your soft thighs?

oh yeah, he fucking loves them.

he loves to grab and squeeze your plush thighs with those big and veiny hands of his.

especially in the car, he'd just place his hands on your thigh and squeeze them all ride long.

once you two got home, he'd shamelessly thank you for letting him use your thighs as an armrest, claiming that his hand was tired from volleyball practice that day.

you could only raise your eyebrows at the stupid smirk he had on his stupid face.

“you're welcome, kei. i an glad that i could help, but my services don't come free, y'know.” you said, playing along with his games.

he responded with a chuckle and asked you how much your service costs.

of course, not without complaining about how he wasn't informed about the prices before he signed up for a lifelong membership.

you two kept joking around about what kind of services you offered and how expensive each of them costs.

maaaybe if you were lucky enough, he'd let you ride his fingers all night long as payment.

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[emiim23]

Ma Belle Evangeline

Ceo!Nanami x Artist!Black!fem!reader

∙𝘑𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘑𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭

𝘚𝘰 𝘣𝘳��𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦

𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ∙

summary: It's not difficult to see why Nanami was fully enamored by yn's beauty...what was difficult was getting yn to realize why he was so love-struck in the fist place...

inspired by this tik tok trend <3 it's too cute

♡genre: (slow burn) friends to lovers, romance, self love, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut

♡warnings: +18 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬!! MDNI!!angst, fluff,slow to rough sex, fingering, cunnilingus, petnames ( my love, flower, beautiful, good girl, princess), pwp, sub!reader & dom!Nanami [ i think thats it pls let me know if i missed anything :) ]

A/N: this is my first ever fic!!!finally i got the courage to write one ...please do forgive my english it's not my fist language plus i dont have anyone to read this for me and check for mistakes, if some words or some phrases dont make any sense please let me know :)

Masterlist part 2 is ➼ here

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Nanami is a man of taste

He's always enjoyed the finer things in life, a perfect wine, a good meal, a perfect night in and a workday that ends on time. He never strayed away from what he knew he enjoyed.

Some may say he was boring in this way but he would say he was disciplined, in control of his life and he always knew what was coming, it was a good life, that was until you started coming around and started making his life a little more worth while.

Your first encounter was while he was on a morning jog, Nanami being the observant man that he is, saw you coming before you noticed him yourself.

You had come to the park with your best friend Ren to help her do some promotional shoot for her website and it seemed like the universe was against you for two reasons.

Since it was a beautiful sunny day you decided to wear a beautiful white maxi skirt and white top but your beloved best friend Ren only wanted you to suffer, unfortunately for you, she decided not to tell you what she wanted you to do for the shoot and persuaded you into wearing an all white outfit only to promptly chase you with a jar of bright yellow dye.

2.Running away from Ren became your undoing because while in your attempt at an escape your line of sight was focused on Ren and not the man you were about to run into.

"Ren! stop, please don't, this is my favourite skirt!" you screamed as you ran away, bare feet swimming through the plush grass in a quick flurry, without looking you quickly turned around and almost ran into someone, he stopped your movements before you two could collide.

His strong arms caging you in preventing you from going any further.

"Woah there, you okay?" the man asked, you hadn't even looked up to see his face yet but you already knew he was finer than fine. Trailing your eyes up his broad chest your words stopped in the back of you throat when I saw his face, he was looking down at you, eyebrows furrowed in concern, a little sweat glistening on his skin, his chest rising up and down as he took deep breaths.

I was right, he is finer than fine.

Before you could embarrass yourself any further, Ren quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you out of this strangers warm hands jolting you back into reality, " I am so sorry sir, she wasn't looking where she was going" Ren apologised on your behalf.

"Ah that's alright, just glad nothing bad happened", he said, his voice was so deep and smooth, not a single hitch in his sentence

"Are you okay miss?"

He was talking to you "what?" you asked

You heard him very clearly but your mind didn't register what he said at all, as if your body wanted to hear him speak again.

"I asked if you were okay miss?" he said, with a smirk on his gorgeous face, slightly leaning down so that you could hear him more clearly.

Ren pinched your arm prompting you to speak up

"Oh yeah I'm good, great, I'm perfect" you rambled on until Ren pinched you again.

" Perfect" he said smiling with the most beautiful expression ever.

"Good-bye" he said as he started jogging away.

Staring as he jogged away Ren started laughing while shaking you "Wow, your brain stopped working or something?" Ren laughed when you rolled your eye's.

"Shut the fuck up Ren, I was just.....caught off guard" you said as you walked back to your stuff. Ren followed you while screaming in laughter. People looked at both of you in confusion making you feel a little embarrassed.

Grabbing Ren's arm you pulled her towards the picnic blanket. "Slow down yn" she said through laughter. "No Ren, I was so fucking weird and he was sooo ughhhh!!!" you exclaimed slipping on your sandals and packing up your stuff.

"It's okay yn, theres's a one thousand and one chance you'll ever see him again and that's the good thing about strangers babes" Ren joked in an attempt to make you feel better.

"So let's leave now so that we don't risk my chances" you pleaded

"Fiiiine let's go, I'm hungry anyways" she smiled as you took your stuff to the car.

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"Damn, she's gone" Kento heaved as he slowed down from his run

After you ran into him earlier he couldn't get you out of his head he wanted to see you at least one more time before he had to go to the office, so he decided to add an extra lap and actually run instead of jog so he could see you in all your beauty,

Your voice was just so pretty, so was your hair, your eyes made him feel as if he fell into some dream land of just pure peace.

Kento didn't believe in love at first sight but you could make him into a believer if you wanted to.

While walking to his car Kento tried so hard not think about how your body felt against him that would have just been so improper of him, so rude, so taboo, but he just couldn't stop.

As he got to his car he started stretching, after a run like that he wouldn't want to risk a cramp on the drive home. As he finished stretching he climbed into his car his phone started ringing, without checking who it was he answered.

"Nanami Kento speaking"

"NANAMIIII!!!! YOU ANSWERED HAHAHA"

Lord.....help my mind find peace

"Gojo, what do you want?" he sighed, feeling a headache coming along, this man takes years off his lifespan just by speaking.

"Well, Nami, Nami, Nami, my dear friend. I was wondering what you're doing this fine Saturday" he asked, mischief coating his every word.

"Work." Kento grunted out a response as he connected his phone to his cars bluetooth so he could drive while keeping Gojo on the phone.

"Well isn't that boring, why not have some fun with me?"

"No" Kento said, feeling temped to cut the call short but he knew how persistent Gojo was, he wouldn't leave him alone if Nanami didn't let him speak.

"Come ooooon Nanami, it'll be fun" Gojo wined, his voice vibrated through the speakers, making Nanami's headache come on stronger than ever

"I'm busy " Kento sighed as he pulled up to his house taking his bag and phone with him.

"Not at 5pm you won't" Gojo stated as a matter of fact, his wide smile being heard through the phone.

"what do you know" Kento mumbled as he walked in the front door of his house, dropping his gym bag in his laundry room as he walked towards the stairs.

"Weeell I know that you always end your work day at 2:30pm every Saturday, without fail, for the last 7 years" Gojo laughed through the phone.

Pulling the phone away from his ear Nanami rubbed his eyes with pure annoyance. "I'm cutting the phone now"

"Wait, wait, one more minute, pleeeeease" Gojo begged

"30 seconds, speak"

"There's an event happening at the art gallery and I was asked to be apart of the opening of the exhibit since I'm such a generous donor soooo as my best friend I want you to join me"

"Fine"

"WHAT YOU'LL ACTUALLY COME!!!??? I thought i had to do more convincing i even had a speech planned, I also was planning on coming over to convince you in person!" Gojo exclaimed making him regret his decision.

"Don't come to my home Gojo, I'm cutting the phone now"

"I'll pick you up at 4:30 an-"

Finally, quiet. Gojo is too annoying, a decent friend but annoying nonetheless.

Looking at the time Nanami realised he would be on time instead of early like usual, to him on time is late and early is on time and being on time would just that not do.

He started getting undressed as he made his way to the bathroom and on his way there you plagued his mind again as he unintentionally recalled his morning, he was completely infatuated with you and he didn't even know your name.

Taking a quick shower to freshen up for the day ahead, Kento felt as if something wasn't right but with the way time was going he couldn't think about it for too long. He got ready and made his way to work.

Pulling up to the office Kento parked his car and made his way inside, the cool air from the A/C gracing his face as he entered the building, a great welcome compared to the oncoming heat from the 8AM morning sun. Heading to the elevator Nanami still felt that sense of misfortune coming along and this messed up his mood quite a bit.

"Good morning sir" Andrea, his assistant said as he walked past her desk straight to his office.

"Andrea" was his response, curt and to the point.

She followed him to his office so she could give him a brief on the meetings he had today and anything else that was work related.

"And the last meeting you have for today is with Mr Gojo about the magazine article"

At that statement he snapped his eyes up from his computer.

No.

Oh. No.

That was what was wrong with the day, he was going to have to spend time with Gojo twice today. And with his luck Gojo will not only come for the meeting but he will most likely spend the rest of the day pestering Nanami until it was time for the gallery event, even then Gojo would probably leave him alone for 2 hours at most to get ready for the event, unless Gojo hid clothes at Nanami's house again so he could just get ready there like last time.

Dropping his head Nanami already felt exhausted

Seeing that Andrea excused herself and made her way out.

"Today is going to be a long day" Nanami sighed in frustration as he continued to work on his computer.

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"Okay Y/n, you can do this, it's just a little speech" you said to yourself in the mirror.

Today you were opening your first art exhibition and the part that scared you the most was not that people won't like your art, oh no, it was the fact that you had to give a speech to so many people.

As a person who usually expressed herself through her art, expressing yourself verbally became such a difficult task.

Reciting the speech to herself or to Ren was extremely easy but the thought of an audience made her skin crawl.

"You okay in there?" that was Ren talking

"Yeah.... I'm doing amazing" lies, but she didn't need to know that.

"Okay, I don't believe you but that's fine, we need to go pick up our outfits from Maggy. Let's go" she said in a soft tone, as if trying not to scare you off.

"Yeah, yeah let's go" you said trying to sound as confident as possible.

leaving the bathroom you walked to your room and grabbed your bag, already dressed all you needed was your shoes.

you went to the front door slipping on your sandals on the way out, Ren right on your heels locking the door behind the both of you. Being roommates with your best friend made so many things much easier, lunch outings, movie nights and days where you just wanna talk shit about people your'e both there for each other.

"your'e driving!" you screamed as you ran towards the passenger side of your car.

" What nooo, I drove last time!" she wined ready to fight you for the comfort of the passenger seat.

"But that was last week, I drove the whole time this week! " you said trying to push her off the door.

"IT'S YOUR FUCKING CAR!" Ren yelled making you fall into a laughing fit.

"Fine, fine, we can decide this in a civilised manner."

"Rock, paper scissors" you both said in unison

"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Damn

"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Yes

"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Shit you lost.

"That's right, I'm passenger princess today"' Ren said with a wide grin on her face.

"No need to rub it in my face Ren" you said with a pout on your face, no sense of anger behind your words, playful smile trying to be kept at bay but falling free once you got in the car.

As soon as you started the car Ren connected her phone to the bluetooth, playing some feel good music to get you both in the mood for tonights event.

Driving into the parking spot in front of your tailors store you both got out the car and walk in.

"Maggy !" you greeted the lady behind the counter.

"Hi girls how are you both doing" she smiled, Maggy was the sweetest older lady you met a couple years ago when you were looking for a job and she was looking for someone to model her master pieces, as you liked to call them, for her website. She wanted real everyday people to model her stuff because that's who she made her clothes for, real everyday people who wanted to look absolutely fabulous.

"We're doing great Mags, how are the grandkids?" Ren asked

"Oh they are absolutely precious, and to think I was so excited for one grandbaby now I got two that I get to spoil. " she exclaimed, pure unfiltered joy on her face making both you and Ren match her expression.

"Bless, we are so happy for you Maggy"

"Thank you my loves, oh I'm holding both of you up, let's try those dresses on shall we?"

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Nanami was already pissed off and he hadn't even left the house yet, after the terrible meeting with Gojo Nanami told Gojo to wait in his office while he went to speak with the HR department, he knew Gojo wouldn't follow him because three of his ex conquests were in that department and all three of them shared the same resentment towards him.

Nanami didn't need to see anyone in the HR department, he went home, he went straight to the elevator and to his car Andrea already waiting for him with his brief case next to his car, already knowing the drill.

"Here you go sir see you Monday" she said as she handed him his stuff.

"Enjoy your weekend Andrea." Nanami said as he slid into his car and closing the door behind him starting the car and driving home.

That was an hour and a half ago

Now Nanami stood in front of his closet in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and sitting on his hips, picking out his tux while Gojo rang his door bell like a mad man.

he got halfway dressed slacks on, shirt in hand. Going to his front door, he sighed as he opened it. Gojo would end up either breaking his door bell or breaking into his house.

"NANAMIIII!!!" Gojo smiled basically blinding Nanami

"Why are you here? you said 4:30 and it's 4"

"I wanted to be early Nanami, plus I didn't want you to skip town on me"

That wasn't the plan but it is sounding like a good idea right about now.

"Get in, your'e scaring the neighbours"

"Your neighbours are so far away though your yard is decent size" he mumbles as he skips into the house

Someone please take him away to a remote island so Nanami could live in peace.

"I'm gonna get dressed, don't break anything okay."

It was going to be a long night.

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"Let's go Y/n it's almost 4:30" Ren yelled from the hallway

"coming!"

You looked amazing, hair styled to the Gods, make up on point and the dress what crafted to fit your body perfectly. You looked and felt perfect.

Heels clicking against the tiled floor of the kitchen Ren immediately

started clapping.

"Wooooooo and here comes the woman of the hour in all her glory!!! looking as beautiful as ever!"

She said making you smile

"Oh stop, you look absolutely divine"

"Of course I do" she said with a snap of her fingers and a slap to her ass

"Let's go before we end up being late" you laughed walking through the door

The drive to the Gallery was filled with laughter and music, having set up the exhibit the day before and making sure everything would be ready for today made everything feel way better. Now the only thing worrying you was the speech.

Deep breaths y/n, deep breaths.

Arriving at the Gallery you noticed that the parking lot was full and made your nerves skyrocket, what if people hate it, what if you mess up your speech or trip on your way to the front of the room.

Being stressed made you realise that you hadn't eaten properly today, heading straight for the snack table you were stopped by one of your friends

"Y/N!"

"Gojo! how are you doing" you smiled at him

"I'm doing good, how are you doing pretty, your'e looking extra amazing, absolutely delicious " he winked at you,

"Says you, you look very handsome as always" you smiled back, he was wearing a black tux, no bow tie with the top 2 buttons undone hair falling over his forehead, his pretty eyes peaking over his shades, a little smirk on his face.

"Where you off to looking so upset?" he asked concern lacing his words.

"I've known you for three years yn, as my very good friend I like to know if your'e upset"

"I'm fine" you said with the most genuine smile you could come up with

"Lies"

"Honest, I'm fine, just hungry"

"Okay let's get you something to eat then"

Walking to the table you knew that he hadn't dropped the topic but at least you would get food.

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Kento is already tired. 

There are so many people here, unknown to him but they know who he is, of course they do but the constant introductions and greetings are draining him.

Gojo ditched him a little while ago, probably off flirting with some unfortunate soul.

Where is he, Kento thought as he scanned his eyes across the room looking for that familiar head of white hair. There he is, standing next to the dessert table, of course, he left him alone for cake. Striding across the room his long legs carried him to Gojo in a couple long strides and a few excuse me's. 

"Gojo, you idio-" his sentence caught in his throat when he saw you, the one who has been on his mind since 8:00 AM this morning. 

You're here, you look breathtaking, oh so pretty in that dress which hugged your body so well, giving him an idea of every dip and curve that your body had.

"NAMIII, there you are" Gojo laughed 

"You- I am so sorry sir, about this morning I wasn't looking where I was going and I messed your day up probably" you rambled on.

"Hey it's okay, it was no problem ma'am, I was actually finishing my run so you didn't mess my day up at all" he smiled trying to reassure you. 

Kento was captivated by the gleam in your eyes as you looked at him.

"wait you two know each other?!" Gojo interrupted your unintentional staring contest.

"uh yeah we ran into each other this morning" Kento smirked down at you.

"well technically I ran into you" you giggled

Oh what he would do to hear that again.

"I never got your name" you asked, wanting to know who this man was. 

"oh yes, how rude of me, Nanami Kento, and you are?" he said holding out his hand. 

"y/n, pleasure to meet you" you said gleefully shaking his hand. 

"The pleasures all mine" he said basically making you melt to the floor, his voice did things to you that you couldn't explain.

"Y/n here is an artist, this her exhibit" Gojo said in a proud tone throwing his arm over your shoulder. 

"Is that right, well judging from the crowd here I bet everything is amazing" he said with a small smile on his face.

His comment felt so genuine even though you've only known him for a few minutes. Before you could reply Ren grabbed you away. 

"y/n! There you are it's almost time for your speech" She said out of breath as if she had been running. 

"oh shit, okay, okay, okay, it's time" you repeatedly mumbled to yourself. Talking to Gojo and Nanami made you totally forget about the reason why you were so anxious before but now it just came flooding back. 

"let's go, Gojo and I will walk you to the front" Nanami said, his voice momentarily soothing your mind, but only for a second. 

"Yeah y/n let's get you to the stage" Gojo said with a bright smile. 

"You guys don't need to" you said warily not wanting to seem like you can't walk through a crowd without having a panic attack. 

"No time to debate, let's go" Ren said pushing you forward, being caught off guard you tripped over your own feet. 

Wow the universe is really pulling this shit in front of everyone, damn, you thought as you put your arms out ready to catch yourself. 

Why is the ground so far away you thought until you opened your eyes. 

You realised that you were being held up by someone. 

"Are you okay y/n?" 

Oh lord, it's Nanami, he caught me, again 

Hahaha uh yeaaaah I'm good "you tried laughing off the embarrassment. 

Nanami pulled you up setting you upright on your feet, arms still around you, holding you steady as you gained your bearings back.

'' you sure, it seems like I need to be there to catch you if you fall" he joked making a small smile appear on your face.

"ha ha ha, lets go" you dryly laughed

waking to the stage Nanami kept his hand on your mid back as he and Gojo helped you though the crowd.

the warmth from his hand felt good through the satin material of your dress.

When you got to the stage you saw the director of the gallery as they started to announce that people come forward and called you to the stage.

"And here is the woman that made this whole event possible, Miss y/n l/n". the sound of people clapping resonated through the large room, echoing through the halls.

"WOOOO that's my friend!!!" Gojo and Ren yelled in your ear making you wince.

Ren handed you your tablet while smiling which reassured you.

Glancing to the side you noticed that Nanami held his hand out in front of you making you look up at him in confusion.

"Take my hand, I want to accompany on stage" he smiled

"Well aren't you a gentleman" you joked trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.

that comment made him laugh as you placed your hand in his. Lifting up the bottom of your dress you were guided up the stairs and onto the first part of the stage. letting go of his hand Nanami leaned down to your ear and whispered

"You've got this" standing back up straight he walked off the staged as you whispered back a small thank you.

Deep breaths y/n, deep breaths. You tried to encourage yourself

reaching the podium you placed your tablet which had your speech typed out.

"Good evening everyone and welcome to "A life of love". you started your speech, your voice felt as though it was trembling but as you looked into the crowd no one seemed to notice but if they did they didn't care.

As you carried on your speech you started feeling way more confident, people even laughed at your witty jokes that you threw into the speech.

"And now I would like to thank our donors, without them us artists would be selling our art out of a cardboard box"laughing along with the crowd as you introduced the donors.

You stepped to the side as your two friends, Gojo and Amanda, and the three other board members.

"Thank you Ms Y/n for taking the initiative to not only find donors but also for being such an important part of the gallery." The Director spoke from the podium.

Enjoying the short lived attention you made your way off the stage and straight into your best friends arms smiling like a crazy woman.

"Thank the lord I didn't make a fool out of myself" you praised.

"You did absolutely perfect y/n like really well" Ren said into your shoulder as you both hugged.

"Thank you" you said as you both let go of each other

Looking over Ren's shoulder you made eye contact with Nanami, a small smile on his face as he walked closer to you, with a wide smile still on your face from all the excitement you walked past Ren as she continued to listen to the directors and donors speech.

Before you could even speak Nanami immediately started showering you in praise and compliments.

"You did absolutely amazing ms Y/n, every one absolutely adored your speech and you looked absolutely radiant on stage, you're glowing. He stated making your smile grow even wider the butterflies in your chest growing with every word he said.

"Thank you Nanami, I really appreciate it. you said looking up at him with stars in your eyes.

Before your conversation could continue the speeches ended and the audience began applauding bringing your attention back to the event.

Suddenly Nanami pulled your body to his side, holding you close so you wouldn't fall over, words hadn't even left you mouth when you saw Gojo running into Nanami.

"NANAMIIII!!!! why did you move her. I wanted to scare her " Gojo pouted.

"You would have crushed her and taken her to the ground with you" Nanami said as a matter of factly with his arm still around your waist.

"No I wouldn't have, she would have caught me, riiiiight Y/n" Gojo smiled at you. As Gojo turned his attention to you Nanami let go of you and crossed his arms. You started to miss his warmth without realising it you had a small pout on your lips.

"Awwww Y/n don't pout you definitely would have caught meeee, I basically weigh nothing " Gojo gleamed

"Oh please Gojo, stop dreaming" Nanami joked as he walked away making Gojo gasp in return.

"Are you seriously calling me fat right now Namiiii" Gojo cried

Their whole interaction made you giggle as you all made your way round the exhibit.

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"Have a good rest of your evening ms Y/n, you too ms Ren. I had a fantastic time during your exhibit, it was a beautiful experience." Nanami said smiling at Y/n being around her the whole evening he felt as though his cheeks had started to hurt from the amount of smiling he had done that night.

"Yeah I had a really fun time you guys, Im always telling you that we should hang out more often" Gojo said with his arms folded on top of Rens head like a makeshift arm rest as he stood behind her.

"Liar" Ren mumbled as she tried to pull Gojos arms off of her.

"Good night ladies" Nanami smiled at Y/n with his brown eyes, a pool of warmth that warmed Y/ns cheeks as she smiled back.

"Me too Nanami, I had a lot of fun, hope to see you again soon." You said with a hopeful smile.

Smiling at each other you didn't realise how long it had been since someone last spoke you both just stared into each others eyes getting lost in the moment.

"Ooookaaay lets get going Y/n, its getting late" Ren said with a wide smile on her face.

Getting pulled out of the trance you were in you looked at Ren with wide eyes not really hearing what she said. She just smilled as she pulled you away to the car.

"Bye-bye guys" you waved as you walked side by side.

"Byeeee Y/n and my dear Renniii" Gojo yelled while Nanami waved while keeping his eyes on you.

"I cant wait to see him again" You smiled at Ren

"I cant wait to see her again" Nanami smiled to himself

Turning his head towards Gojo his smile faded as Gojos smile widened.

"You liiiiike heeeer" Gojo started teasing

"shut up".

A/N this is going to be the first part of this slow burn love story please like comment and share :)

please don't plagiarise my work. thanks

#jujutsu kaisen smut #kento nanami smut #nanami smut #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #jjk smut #first fic

[bunny-rambles]

Hello! Can I ask for number 15 with xiao? And fluff pls thank you :D

15 - “Wow, you’re photogenic”

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characters; Xiao, gn reader

cw/tw; very brief mentions of death/enemies, other than that it’s pure fluff, let me know if I missed anything

word count; 700+

notes; I really liked writing this one hehe, xiao is one of my favourites and I don’t write for him nearly enough <3 I hope you enjoy !!

Event; 200 milestone (CLOSED)

Please reblog if you like this!!

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Focus. Breathe. Attack.

His movements, fluid. His strike, deadly.

“Useless!” He calls out as another foe falls to his feet, the dark smoke finally dissipating from their body as they do so. This is necessary, he tells himself. Each time another life is taken by his hands, the karmic debt that encased his insides only grew, wrapping around his chest so tightly sometimes it was difficult to take a breath. But it was worth it, to keep his home safe, to keep the people safe, but most importantly-

“Xiao!”

To keep you safe.

His head tilted towards you, who was perched on top of a nearby boulder with something obstructing your face. Some sort of modern contraption, he recalls you telling him about it one day. A camera, he believes it was called. You’re grinning behind it, and he’s lost as to why.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at the inn?”

“I got bored…” Giggling, you lowered the device, revealing the radiant smile on your face. In all of his years of living, he doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful than the pure happiness he witnessed on your face. How lucky he was to experience it daily. A heavy sigh of exasperation escaped his lips, his head shaking slightly. He should’ve known better than trusting one of the most curious humans he’s ever encountered to stay in such a safe place. There was no taming your insatiable infatuation with the world.

You could tell he was disappointed with you, but you could also tell from the slight curl of his lip that he was just as happy to see you as you were with him. Hopping off the large rock, you opened your arms wide and stared at him with a grin. If you had done this in the early stages of your relationship, Xiao would’ve been beyond confused, and would imitate your actions. The funny thing was, however, he didn’t move in to hug you - just stood there with his arms out like a baby bird attempting to fly. Now, he understood, and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. He still had some struggles with physical intimacy with you, but he was slowly coming around to it. Tainted with such darkness, the adeptus would never want to infect you with his incurable disease, and that resulted in the both of you not touching very much. But fortunately, the times you did touch just made it all the more satisfying. His affection was rare like precious gems; seldom people experienced it’s majesty, but the ones who did were spellbound.

“Missed you.” You whispered in his ear, smiling when you got a quiet ‘mhm’ and feeling his grip around you tighten for a moment before his arms left you altogether.

“What were you doing just now?”

“Oh, I was taking pictures of things! Want to see?” Before he could answer, you had already grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit down on the fresh grass with you. Excitedly, you showed him the pictures you got, and began to ramble about all of them. Most were rather mundane, pictures of birds and flowers littering the small screen that showed him your work. But some made him pause, staring in shocked silence.

“That’s…”

“It’s you! Wow… You’re photogenic.“ You didn’t mean to sound so mystified, knowing your adeptus wasn’t too fond of being treated like the godly figure he was. In his eyes, he was a weapon, nothing more. In his eyes, he was privileged to have gotten to know you, and to have you in his life.

“Hm…” He mumbled. At first, you thought he was angry, but when his fingers trailed over the screen, clearly another emotion was building instead. He looked surprised, eyes slightly wide and eyebrows raised. Never would he call his work of killing demons beautiful, but through your eyes he could see why you admired him so much. He looked like a real warrior, something that had stepped out of an ancient painting that was battling evil. In a mortal's eyes, he could see why he was looked up to- admired, even, so much. His head rested against your shoulder as he handed the camera back to you, eyes still fixated on the screen.

“Can you… Show me more? I like seeing the world through your eyes.” He admitted quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. It was embarrassing to ask a human such a thing. But all you did was smile and shuffle closer, scrolling to another picture.

To think he would fall for such a weak mortal… And to think that they were far more powerful than he was, even with all his strength. All because they had the power to help him experience this emotion called love.

Now that was true power.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #xiao x reader #xiao x gn reader #xiao x yn #xiao x you #genshin xiao #200 milestone #xiao fluff

[invyou]

now we’re worlds apart (teaser)

PAIRING: miya atsumu x fem!reader

WC: 20k+ ??

DATE: dk

GENRES: heavy angst, fluff?? (barely), established relationship, tragedy

WARNINGS: major character death, depression, grieving, heavy angst, suggestive, arguments, physical violence (not sure yet), time skip characters

SYNOPSIS: it felt like any other day when you woke up next to your boyfriend, feeling like you had the entire universe in the palm of your hands. but today was different, a day that slipped unnoticed until its arrival. a momentary lapse was enough to snatch everything from your hands and now you had to witness the aftermath all alone.

Present

There’s a glass of water on the kitchen counter, half empty. You watched as your boyfriend retreats to the bedroom, not sparing you a glance. It shatters your heart, but you bite your lip almost drawing blood to keep your tears in. Its too early to let them out. The door slams shut, still gentle. Then the silence is unbearably loud again.

Everyday has been the same. He wakes up, god knows when, having lost all sense of time and routine — actually you don’t even think he’s been sleeping these days — and you only see his face when he walks into the kitchen or to answer the door, only after persisitent, relentless knocking. He’s still in the same set of clothes he’d been wearing the past week now. You hear the heart-wrenching sobs that make him choke up and it forms a lump in your throat. Its unbearable. He has locked himself away and you’re always greeted with red rimmed eyes the next time he walks out. All you wanted to do was to take him into your arms and comfort him, tell him it was gonna be alright.

But its not.

Nothing will ever be the same and it was your fault. He lost everything and there was nothing you could do or say to fix anything. The helplessness you’ve felt since following your boyfriend back into the house had been suffocating, enough to kill you twice. 

You had taken up the empty space on the velvet loveseat the one you had spent an entire month’s salary to buy. Your boyfriend — contrary to how others assume he was, regarding his spending habits, had chided you for it. This was your favourite spot in the apartment. You’d be there in a tangle of limbs, watching movies, reading, or just doing your own things together on lazy Sundays. 

Its starting to collect dust you notice, the blanket left in the exact same position you left it almost a week ago. It feels cold even as you’re sitting there.

Everything’s much colder and you know being in the familiar comfort of your boyfriend’s arms can make it go away. But that’s not something you can ask for anymore.

┈➤ A/N: i’ve had this idea in my head since earlier this year and it was originally meant to be an atsumu fic but i wanted to write for gyu so switches it up. i hope i finish this well bc the idea was great and i don’t want to disappoint myself :)

this will be my first fic on tumblr so it makes a me a little nervous, pls lmk what u think so far!! reblogs and feedback appreciated! i’m not sure if this will be a one shot, if it’s longer than i expect then i’ll split it but we’ll see.

i also don’t have friends on this at all tbh, so i’d love to interact with you guys <3

#miya atsumu #atsumu #atsumu angst #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #hq angst #atsumu x reader

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questions for fic writers

wow just noticed @softbrah tagged me in this....how fun! let's go!

How many works do you have on ao3?

120! that's since 2011.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,222,928. dear god.

What fandoms do you write for?

currently we deep in the k-pop trenches, collecting lil blorbos with compelling narratives and dynamics to smack together like dolls. specifically i've been writing for Seventeen lately, and previously for TXT and BTS, and because i am me, i write niche inter-band shit and collected a couple soloists to throw in for seasoning.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Addicted (to loving you) (Teen Wolf scott/stiles. no, idk either. please don't read it.)

pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks (checkpls bitty/jack/kent. pure fluff no substance the people love it)

love doesn't come in boxes (checkpls bitty/jack)

something good and right and real (hockey rpf benn/seguin, cowritten with @aperfect20)

drop everything now (hockey rpf bgally/agally, cowritten with @aperfect20. listen. these hockey fics are of their time and now they'll never leave the first page sorted by kudos.)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, all the time! it takes negligible time and brain power for me, and i like to let people know how much i appreciated hearing their thoughts, even when it was just a thank you and then we're in a lil awkward thanking circle.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ok, i think it just has to be a tie between "only time is ours" and "34 Days", which are check please kent/jack fics about the same pre-canon break-up events, the first from jack's pov and the second from kent's (tho iirc they have different interpretations of events beyond the pov switch, too). they are inherently angsty bc absolutely nothing is good at the end of them.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is so hard to decide, bc i primarily write romcoms and by the end of them if your teeth aren't rotting i did it wrong. i will give a shoutout to "doesn't matter what we do", a bts jimin/j-hope that is all about just Letting Urself Be Soulmates and then grossing out ur bandmates about it.

Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank god.

Do you write smut?

yes i have been known to write filth. sometimes the romcom plot calls for it. i'm horrible at pwp bc i'm always giving it plot, but u kno, sometimes the spirit moves me and i manage it.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossovers of fandoms that have nothing to do with each other actually kind of squick me - i'm talking crossovers where characters who have never and will never meet are there for no reason (think superwholock tbh, tho i was uncharacteristically a lil into that at the time), not fusions or big universes with diff shows or whatever. it's just not for me!

but in terms of things where it's less drastic (crossing over bands in k-pop, for example) i am all over that, bc there's interesting stuff from real life there! my craziest example atm is a baekho/jun fic, and like, it's not that crazy!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, it's always so awesome that someone wants to take the time to do that.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yessssss, my favourite way to create fic.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

this is an extremely insensitive thing to ask a ship whore like me. there are some ships that REALLY set my brain on fire over the years, though. check pls kent/jack drives me insane to this day. harry styles/nick grimshaw was So compelling. 2012 oilers "kid line" (nugent-hopkins/hall/eberle) went off.

often fandom really makes these ships worth it to talk about and inspires me to contribute. i am often very compelled by one character in particular and just ship them with everyone possible so i can examine all their sides.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hmmmm if i WANT to finish it, i probably will. there are things that i ended up abandoning, though. one of those i'm still kinda sad about was a dylan/mitch/auston sequel to my connor/rystro.

What are your writing strengths?

i write realistic dialogue and i'm great at characterization (shoutout to the mean comment i got circa 2010 telling me to get good at characterization. i did. thanks.) my voice has always been strong, too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i sometimes slack on depicting the interior emotions of characters. i'm not great with setting or exposition because the brand of fanfic i tend to write isn't a great place to practice those skills. i try to find places to do it, though!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

it's the norm in k-pop fandom to drop in localization things like honorifics, and i like it because it can communicate relationships between the characters and so that it's not SO divorced from the context the idols actually live in. this is such a weirdly specific question, idk what else to say about it lmao

First fandom you wrote for?

twilight. bless her.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

choosing between my children? ok. at the moment i'm quite fond of too real to call it magic, a contemporary fantasy au where the main character is stuck in a dream. i felt really good about what i did with the themes and setting of the source material (a mv, so you're only 3mins and a quick google of the main characters' names away from reading this fic!) and the way i developed the relationship. it's underrated af bc it's a niche pairing.

i will tag @aperfect20 since i already tagged her in the text of the post. no pressure tho.

#about me #tag game

[strekkingur]

——— ABOUT THE MUN !

(I’m back and you get to enjoy my extensive chatter and rarely seen mun icon again)

——— BASICS !

(PEN)NAME: Silf (or Sussu with friends) PRONOUNS: they/them ZODIAC SIGN: Libra, aka don’t trust me to make any decisions ever- SINGLE / TAKEN: single pringle :’)

——— THREE FACTS !

• I’ve worked as an exchange student tutor at my uni for the last year and it appears I’ve freaked out almost everyone I’ve met with the number of languages I know. How many languages do I know? “Too many.” (Depending on how you count, the number is somewhere between 4-12. Tho pls note that knowing a language and actually speaking it are two very different things... I’m only 100% fluent in two languages - take a wild guess what those are - and speak another 2,5 helpfully. xD With the rest I’m limited to more or less “tourist”.)   • I’ve worn basically the same pieces of jewellery every day for like... more than a decade now. An opal pendant I got on a holiday in Crete when I was 15 (it was my parents’ confirmation gift to me and I wear it instead of my golden cross bc I don’t like crosses or golden jewellery and lost my faith around the same time... I think the circle shape fits better into my spiritual concoction anyway). Opal also happens to be my birthstone which I found out years later as a fun coincidence. Besides the necklace, I currently have four rings, two in each middle finger (why stacked? bc I have ridiculously tiny hands and the lower rings are a size too big and would fall off otherwise). I started with one ring (that I no longer wear, it was my elementary school class ring and has Bad Vibes) in hs and they’ve accumulated since. At this point I’m so used to their weight on my hands that I can’t write/type properly when I’m not wearing them. I also stim with my rings and have accidentally flung one or two of them across a room on multiple occasions both at home and in public. Oops. • I’ve spent the last week or two (or three... I’m losing count) researching Chinese astrology and cultural symbolism and just... don’t ask me why, I’m trying to name a new muse and quickly discovered that there are roughly a million things one needs to take in account to make a good, auspicious Chinese name. Tbh I’ve been at my name research for the last year already with some breaks in between but this urge to find his name strikes me again after a few months. (My weird research topics are, usually, one way or another, related to my muses. If you want an easy conversation opener with me, you can always ask about my latest research topic and I can always guarantee interesting and/or entertaining answers.)

——— EXPERIENCE !

PLATFORMS USED: Skype in the very beginning, though I usually don’t count it. It was just dumb one-liners and projection. Facebook pages were my home base for several years but I finally moved to tumblr in 2016 after fb made it practically impossibly to rp there anymore. Also a brief stint on Kik that I’d rather forget (between fb and tumblr).

HOW LONG? Facebook since 2012, Skype maybe a year before that if it counts.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE !

GENDER: my main muses tend to be guys but it’s actually a 50/50 split in my head... not even half of them have (active) blogs bc my mains are attention whores. Someday I plan to dump the rest of them on a multi-muse... whenever I find the time and motivation to write half a dozen bios

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): I don’t know actors/actresses that well and I don’t really pay that much attention to fcs... I’ve found all of mine half by accident on pinterest

MULTI OR SINGLE: Single but I’m willing to experiment with multis. My multi blog would most likely be a disaster (but what in my life isn’t) but, well, dunno for sure before you try it

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF: I love fluff as much as the next person but it’s sometimes hard for me to write bc I have some, shall we say, prerequisites for it. Like, if the thread is nothing more but pure and simple slice-of-life fluff it just gets... boring to me tbh. For me, ideally, there needs be a bit of a charged undercurrent, things that are left unsaid between the lines. I want a feeling of history between the muses and a sense of continuity to their story lines even after the fluffy moment passes. Imo the fluff needs to fit in to the bigger picture of their (my) narrative rather than just be an isolated moment for the sake of itself. In short, a sugary sweet fruit cocktail alone doesn’t do it for me, it needs some chamoy in it (and no, I haven’t tried that food myself actually, just seen it a lot recently on tiktok lol). Without some depth, the fluffy slice-of-life threads just don’t hold my interest for very long and I might end up dropping them without a warning (sorry)

ANGST: I love angst and I think fluff is even sweeter when it comes after like, ahem, an avalanche of angst. xD If you talk to me on discord, you know I come up with new hcs every week and they’re usually angsty ones... I especially love the Treaty of Kiel stuff here (aka Eiki’s separation anxiety and the source of his infamous Attitude™). With Zinon I’m a lot more careful, mostly bc his main source of historical angst is very very recent so... you know, we’re respectfully not touching that. I recognise that it’s still an open wound to native Cypriots so I’ve resorted to just... implying the elephant in the living room every now and then. Bc ignoring it completely would also be rather difficult and morally questionable imho. Other than that, I just don’t really care for writing violence/war situations and like to focus more on interpersonal relationships (and the mess that those make when your average lifespan is measured in centuries).

SMUT: I think the one and only time I wrote smut was in like 2014 and... well, I’m not opposed to writing something like that again someday, my preference is just to not do it in a public platform. Kissing and innuendo is fine in threads but then it’s fade to black and if you want more details, we can plot or write it on discord. I also prefer to avoid nsfw memes most of the time. (”Most of the time” bc it also varies a bit with my muses’ body confidence. Each one of them has a mind of their own and some of them are absolutely shameless. Yes, I am looking at you, Zinon.)

PLOT / MEMES: I prefer plotting but people have also complained in the past that I plot things too well and then there’s nothing left to rp so... hmm. My current tactic is to use memes for inspiration, to gauge interest and stuff. And hc memes are great for expanding characters. At the same time, I reblog memes quite rarely bc I have no self-control over the number of threads I start and can get easily overwhelmed with everything I have to deliver... and then it might take me months to reply and I try to avoid that but life also likes to throw curve balls at me.

stolen from: multiple people on the dash- @xbasilrp @banamaak​ @heroyam​

#half told tales (ooc) #//I'm late to every meme as usual

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Fic Writer Questions

Ty for tagging me @bearrycool! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? A whopping thirty-one. But I have 374878946 more on my tumbr x]

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 310,575

3. What fandoms do you write for? Once Upon a Time and the assorted fandoms associated with anyelle, also one outlier in the Sherlock fandom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Intentional Fallacy, somehow the one random Sherlock fic, an IF deleted scene remix, a fic that was gonna be real good but I couldn't get to work for me, and a lil dark castle fluff called Handprints.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do! Try to stop me! I am an unstoppable chatting machine!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm not an angst writer but anything that I wrote with any sort of arc in the canon Enchanted Forest would have ended in angst because...curse.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? What's an ending

8. Do you get hate on fics? I only ever got hate on the cursed site ffnet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes yes. I don't know how to answer this. The ace kind xD

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Oh yes indeed x] probably one of the ones that takes Belle and adds at least two other Bobby characters? Maybe develle + Nosty?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had people ask me if they can translate but I have not seen any finished products.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No I am a control freak.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? RUuuUUUuuUmBeLLe

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? All of them :')

16. What are your writing strengths? Voice

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing things

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It's great when done thoughtfully

19. First fandom you wrote for? Idk as a child I used to write a lot for me but prob the first fandom I ever posted in on the internet was either Inuyasha or HP

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Hmmm idk. I think my bellish fic, The Beginning of a New Book, is some of my best writing.

Tagging some people because I'm supposed to: @ladymaliwan, @ace-cf-cups, @passionsanddevotions annnd ummm. Idk. Idk who writes because I am out of touch but PLS TAG YOURSELF AND SHOW ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS

[taegularities]

rid pls write it before i lose my sanity

alRIGHT :’D

Taehyung knows a way or two to fight your jealousy.

WHY DON’T WE wc: 1.7k genre: established relationship; fluff, smut warnings: jealousy and harmless smut (phat cawk, dom tae, 1 ass spank, 1 clit spank, he bends her over, ... etc) :’) a/n: i wrote this while waiting at the doctor’s :’) it’s not my best thing ever, but i needed to get it out of my system so LOL enjoy and be kind <3 (i also made this banner on my phone...)

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“Okay. I came home two hours ago.” Taehyung squeezes your chin between his fingers, turning your head to make you look at him. “If you don’t tell me what’s up, I’ll tickle it out of you.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“This is the most basic thing you could say to dodge my questions.”

He shifts closer, his hand on your thighs as he asks, “Is it because I came home so late? Or because I drank?”

“No,” you sigh, pulling your legs closer. As much as you love him, it’s way too hot in Vegas, so you push his hand off your flesh and continue, “You know your limits when it comes to booze. I’m not mad because of it.”

“So you are mad.” He shakes his head and chuckles, sweet crinkles around his eyes that you try not to stare at. “I knew I should’ve taken you with me.”

“You can’t. Your fans will cut me in half.”

“Aren’t you used to being broken in ha–”

You want to suppress the giggle, but it falls out of you without a warning, and you grab the spare pillow on your right to slam it against his chest.

“Shut up,” you exclaim, your pout returning in full glory when you remember the reason that made you this moody in the first place. “You were busy with plenty.”

“Like what? I was literally just sitting there all night.”

“Well. Performing. Meeting celebrities. Flirting with that Orelia.”

“Orelia...?”

For a moment, his eyebrows furrow, his fingers returning to your bare legs reassuringly; as though he’s trying to ease your worries, trying to ready himself to clear a misunderstanding.

And then, it hits – after all, he did see a post or two on social media that described exactly what might be floating through your mind. He can’t blame you – the amount of times he’s been jealous cannot be counted on two hands, and he still remembers the seething fire, the burn in his chest... it doesn’t feel nice.

But you’re so ridiculously cute, too; it’s impossible to not provoke you at least a little more.

“You mean Olivia?”

“Whatever.”

“You didn’t know her name? Olivia, nineteen-year-old Grammy winner, singer of Driver’s License and a really big sensation these days?”

Your lip juts out further, and your face heats up; with a clenched jaw, you say, “If she’s that great, you could’ve just stayed out with her. The news did say you were conversing with her lots... and your hand on her chair... and they also said you were staring at her li–”

“C’mon now.”

“She’s pretty. Can’t blame you.”

You could, because you’re his girlfriend – and you know you’re overreacting, because there’s no possibility in this or any other world that he’d leave you for anyone else. It was an act for this never-before-seen-performance they’d been practising for for ages.

You know it; it was hard labour – but you can’t help but feel the sting.

“She is pretty,” he teases, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly – but your guts turn and your body melts to weightless liquid.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, shifting on the couch to stand and walk away before you feel a firm hand around your wrist. He pulls you back, and you topple onto him, landing on his lap with his arms wrapped around your chest.

Pissed and complaining, you free your torso from his hold, but Taehyung... Taehyung has different plans.

Because he pushes your tits up, a thumb grazing your mounds until it reaches your perked nipple. His favourite part of your evenings together is always that you discard your bra the moment you enter your apartment or a hotel room.

It doesn’t just toy with the patience of his stirring, twitching length hiding in his joggers, but signifies domesticity, too. You feel comfortable enough around him – or at least, you usually do.

Seems like he needs to win just this trust back again.

“No one’s as pretty as you are though, sweetheart,” he whispers against your neck, kissing his way from your shoulder up to your jaw.

You hum and sigh, envy still boiling hot and green behind your lungs, and mustering all your remaining strength, you plead, “Let me go.”

“Not until you understand that I won’t touch anyone,” his hand presses you into him further, “love anyone,” an open mouthed kiss wets the patch under your ear, “or wreck anyone but you. Ever.”

As you keep squirming over his crotch, you feel his cock harden, making itself at home between your ass cheeks. His fingers, slender and skilled, roam your body the way he knows drives you crazy, and when you throw your head back to feel his breath hot against your cheeks, his palm settles over your clavicles, on the verge of pressing into your neck.

“You feel this?” Taehyung asks, exhaling into your ear, teeth nibbling at your skin. “That’s real. Not an act. And Olivia?” He holds your squirming body in his grip, his arms squeezing your tits together; basks in your sounds when his free hand cups your drenched heat. “Couldn’t care less about her.”

“But–”

“Need more convincing? You know what I was thinking this whole time I was there?”

“Mmhhh...”

And then, he lets you go just to bend you forwards, and you catch your fall by planting your palms against the glass table. You curse under your breath, ready to scold him for almost breaking your nose this abruptly – but by that time, he’s pulled your panties down and plunged two fingers inside your cunt.

“This,” he continues, pushing you down until your face touches the cold surface of the glass, “awards are great, but... fuck, I missed you all night. Wondered what you’d think of our performance.” He pumps his digits into you, twisting and curling them. Squelching sounds fill the air as he adds, “Wondered what you might be thinking about me.”

“You’re fucking crazy is... what I think,” you dare to confess, closing your eyes when he pulls out, lets a glob of spit land on his fingers and pushes back in.

“Okay. Whatever you say, princess,” he whispers, landing a slap on your ass cheek. Once more, his fingers retract, and when you look over your shoulder, he’s pushing his shorts down, his cock standing tall and proud that he wets with his soaked hand as well. “Why don’t we find out just how crazy I am, hm?”

You don’t regain the ability of speech anytime soon, because before you can blink thrice, his length is disappearing between your walls inch by inch. He’s thick, your boyfriend, a phenomenon you need to adjust to every time.

A drop of sweat trails down your temple as your hands clutch the edges of the table, and Taehyung’s groans and grunts right above you do nothing to ease the desire boiling in your guts.

“Kinda glad,” he murmurs when he leans down, stilling balls deep inside you as his hands wipe the hair out of your face, “that I could make you jealous for once.” He pulls back and hammers into you twice, and your body jolts forwards with a yelp escaping your mouth. “My excuse to fuck you stupid.”

“You’ve never needed an excuse,” you argue, your cheeks burning, the skin of your stomach aching. As he thrusts into you, your sanity slips a bit more, but you still manage to whisper, “Asshole.”

And that’s what sets him off – perhaps not the profanity and it’s harshness itself, but rather your soft anger. The ingenuity behind your words; the fact that you’re helpless under him and would certainly whine and whimper if he pulled out.

You’re lost in his touches, and no matter the curses, you’ll keep begging for more.

And he finds every bit of your existence blazingly hot.

“You really wanna dare to say more?” he questions, shoving himself into you harder, deeper. His voice is strained and exhausted – you wonder how he’s, after an endless day, still able to muster enough energy to fuck you like this.

“Don’t you like me like th–”

“You’re a brat, baby,” he declares, leaning close to your ear, “wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Tae... please–”

“What? Can’t hear you, babe.”

“Please,” you cry out, unable to think straight. Is it the crawling heat of early spring in Vegas or his touch that lights you up like this? You feel like you’re burning in purgatory, just a step away from flaming hell. “Wanna come.”

“Don’t worry. God, can’t fucking wait for the neighbours t-to complain... tomorrow,” Taehyung mumbles, one hand of his pressing between your shoulder blades and the other holding your waist.

He pushes into you incessantly, sounds of slaps filling the room and numbing your ears – you didn’t think you’d end tonight like this. Not after reading the news or overthinking the entire evening in the silence of the hotel room.

But now that you’re here, you try to take his words to heart – at least as much as your dizzy mind allows. Because while you feel his affection and loyalty in every touch, your brain strikes, and minutes begin to pass in a blur, accompanied by screams and incoherent confessions.

And when you’ve clenched around him and let loose, he spills inside you, too, calling your name, digging his nails into your thighs. Deliberately, he lets himself fall forwards, and his weight on your body is less a burden and more homely comfort.

He’s close, breathing in unison with you, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your shoulders with his cock still buried inside you; softening. His lips brush your cheekbones and his eyes watch your content form intently.

You’re the angel he kept praying to before he knew you – perhaps a sassy, fierce one, but an angel nevertheless. He might have lost a few awards in his time as a global superstar, but life still does always feel like a win with you.

“Was that proof enough?” Taehyung asks once his breathing steadies, an arm snaking under your body to wrap you in his embrace and pull you both back. “Believe me now that I love no one but you?”

His body falls into the softness of the couch with you in tow, and you remain on his lap, leaking and messy until you answer, “Hmm... not entirely. I... can you... give me another reminder?”

A cocky smirk plays around his lips, and you hiss when his finger slaps your clit and he remarks, “Only for you I’d stay awake this long after a damn award show.”

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sooo... what do we think? 👀 

#jdfhjkad pls this is a quick brainfart be gentle <333 #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #bts smut #bts fluff #taehyung x reader #bts x you #bts fic #notes for rid 🌹 #anon

[purple-babygirl]

This might be kinda specific…. I thought of the whole thing but you’re the only one who can do it justice, your soft daddy!bucky x reader is the most precious thing ever 🥺💜💜

This is just fluff. Reader & bucky having breakfast, he made her favourite cinnamon french toast & is letting her eat by herself like a big girl while he reads the newspaper & eats his own breakfast. And while he’s reading, he scrunches his face like this (including references):

And reader hasn’t ever told him before but she LOVES when he does this (because he does it quite often without realising).

So she’s giggling with a mouthful of food & he’s amused & asks her what’s so funny. (she’s gonna finish chewing before she answers coz she’s a good girl 😌)

Maybe she points to his face & says “you’re pretty” & when he laughs she uses her fingers to scrunch his face again & tell him “like this”…maybe drags him by his hand to the mirror and shows him what she means by scrunching her own face & they’re both giggling & lots of bunny kisses & bucky realising how many of his quirks she picks up on & loving her even more for it 🥺🌟

I’m sorry how this sounds but it had kind of already spiralled in my head before I realised I needed you to write it 🥺🥺 Pls take your time & switch around anything you need to…the main request is just reader showing him how much she loves it when he scrunches his face.

& If you wanna do more than just fluff I would happily understand 😏🥺

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 1,670

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff and then more fluff (i went for the arm when i wasn't asked to)

A/N: Aqua love, thank you thank you thank you for sharing this perfect idea with me; this is the best, cutest and loveliest thot anyone's ever blessed me with🥺💜💜 I loved every second of writing this and I hope it's close to what you were thinking and that I didn't disappoint you I'm so nervous I'm gonna scream. I love you💜 Please enjoy xx💜

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daddy's pretty

Bucky smiled fondly at his sweet girl when she brought the fork to her mouth once again. She was eating by herself today. Daddy let her after she’d reassured him she was a capable, big girl. It helped that Bucky made what he called cinnamon French toast nuggies, where he cuts up the toast in smaller cubes instead of serving her the whole thing to work through by herself. Bucky was too cautious to have her deal with a knife.

She looked so cute trying to keep the cinnamon sugar-dusted toast square on the fork as she enjoyed the tasty French toast Daddy had made her.

He took a sip of his coffee, turning his stare back to the newspaper in hand. Bucky was focused on the words he was reading when he heard a sweet muffled giggle.

Amused at the sudden sound, Bucky flipped the paper away from his face and asked with a grin, “What?”

He awaited her answer as his thumb wiped maple syrup from underneath her lip. Bucky didn't realize, but he'd scrunched his nose again when he was cleaning the sticky syrup off her skin and she giggled again with a mouthful of toast while he licked his thumb.

“What's so funny?” He laughed too.

She continued chewing her food, wanting to swallow before answering Daddy because she was a polite, well-mannered baby doll.

“You're so pretty.” She grinned lovingly, pointing to Bucky’s face as she tilted her head.

It took him by surprise and he might've even blushed a little at the compliment. Pretty wasn’t a word Bucky was used to being called.

“Yeah?” Bucky chuckled and she nodded.

“Mmm, like a bunny.”

“Like a bunny?”

“Like dis,” her hands went to touch his face but Bucky stopped her.

“Woah woah, where do you think you're going with those hands?” Bucky chuckled, holding her wrists.

“Gonna show you, dada.” She made grabby hands at his face.

“Right, but what do we have to do first before touching?”

She thought for a short second, “wash our hands?”

“That's right, doll.” Bucky kissed her cinnamon-stained fingers.

“Because I ate by myself because I'm a big girl.” She nodded confidently, making him smile bigger.

“Exactly! Such a smart little baby.” Bucky ruffled her hair as he got up to take his mug to the sink and she giggled shyly before running to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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After she’d washed her hands and Bucky had cleared the table, she insisted on dragging him before the large mirror in the bedroom so she could show him exactly what she was talking about.

Bucky took a seat on the floor with her on his lap and tenderly kissed her cheek, “so you think daddy's pretty?” his thumb and index held her chin.

“Yes, dada's so so pretty!” She affirmed, “like dis.” She placed her index and middle by the wrinkles at the end of Bucky's eyes and her thumbs at his jawline, “liiiike dis,” She whispered to herself as she brought her fingers closer, squeezing Bucky's face to try and mimic the face scrunch he does. She was focused, biting on her lower lip as she tried her best to recreate the face scrunch.

Bucky remained quiet for a second, admiring her while she played with his face before playfully turning to the side and roaring, pretending to bite at her fingers.

She squealed, quickly removing her fingers and cradling them in her other palm, “dada!”

“Sorry, doll, you're too delicious I couldn't help it. What was that?” He kissed her nose, his palms rubbing circles on her back.

“Dada, I was tryna show you how you're pretty like a bunny!” She whined, biting a smile, deeply blushing at Bucky's words. She was so adorable.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Show me now,” he said, raising his hands up in defense with a smile.

Bucky slipped his hair behind his ears and she cupped one cheek again, testing the waters.

“Your hand is too cold!” He faked a hiss and she removed her touch.

“Quick, we need a kiss to the cheek to warm it up!” He told her seriously and she laughed.

“Hey! A kiss, stat! We're losing the cheek.” Bucky shook her by the shoulders. She giggled even more before pecking his cheek.

“What was that?” he nearly pouted.

“Kiss.”

“That was too tiny it doesn't help! Doll, gimme a real kiss.” Bucky held her closer, hands on her back as he offered her his cheek.

She smiled big and smooched his cheek in a loud kiss, making herself giggle.

“And one more,” he asked and she pressed three little kisses instead, enjoying the way Daddy’s stubble tickled her soft lips.

“Good girl.” Bucky went to smooch her cheek as well but she pulled away after the second kiss.

“Dada, lemme show you!” She dragged her words out as she cupped his jaw.

“Okay, alright. Show me what you want, doll.” Bucky straightened his back, finally paying attention to the mirror as she pulled his features together once again.

“Hands are too cold still, now you have to kiss all over daddy's face to fix it.” He shrugged playfully.

She sighed but kissed his nose and Bucky involuntarily scrunched it up.

“There! Like dis, dada!” She pointed but Bucky has already unscrunched his nose.

“Like dis, look,” she instructed, scrunching her own nose upwards as best as she could.

“Oh that!” Bucky exclaimed in realization, laughing aloud at her cute imitation.

He didn't even know he did that, let alone that he did it so often. His baby doll was so attentive and amazing.

She nodded with a soft, admiring smile as her hands held his cheeks again, “so pretty, dada.”

“You’re prettier, doll.” Bucky rubbed his nose on hers, kissing above her lips and she giggled.

He didn’t think it was possible, but Bucky loved her even more now that he realized it wasn’t only him that picked up on cute things the other mindlessly did. He couldn’t help but wonder how much stuff she noticed that he didn’t.

“And what else, baby doll?” Her smaller hands were still playing with Bucky’s cheeks.

“What else?” she asked, tilting her head, pressing her thumb to his chin dimple.

“What else do you like about daddy? What else is pretty?”

If Bucky appeared needy he didn’t care. He was ready to revel in the fact that he seemed to hold and reserve her attention even when he didn’t know it.

“Daddy’s arm!” She answered right away, no hesitation.

“R-Really?”

Bucky has never thought of his vibranium arm as ‘pretty’. It was a weapon for the longest time and now it was just a fake limb he needed and so learned to live with. It was stiff and cold and secretly made Bucky feel like a robot every time it whirred. What was pretty about that?

She nodded, her hands leaving Bucky’s face to bring his arm from around her. She rested the metal hand on her lap and softly pushed the fingers open, intertwining them with hers.

“What’s pretty about it, doll?” Bucky’s voice was low as he tried to stay composed, not wanting to get emotional already.

“’S so cool and shiny an' so strong; keeps me safe,” she counted for him, the tips of her fingers rubbing the inside of his vibranium palm. “Keeps me cool in summer. Love when dada lets me hold it so I can sleep.” Bucky chuckled at that, his flesh thumb stroking her cheek softly.

“You’re not bothered by the sounds it makes?” Bucky asked, moving his arm so she could hear what sound he was talking about.

“No. I love ‘em.” She held Bucky’s wrist to her chest and hugged it. “I know dada’s looking for me in his sleep when I hear them at night.”

“It wakes you up?! Doll, I’m sor-”

“No, dada. I like it. Lets me know to get closer to you,” she reassured Bucky, kissing his black and gold knuckles as she tightened her hold around the arm, making Bucky's eyes go teary.

“My god, I adore you.” Bucky shook his head with a chuckle, releasing his arm from her grasp and wrapping it around her to bring her to his chest, “you’re too good to me, doll.”

Bucky could never have enough words to describe the true depth of his love for her. This treasure of a human being who woke up every day choosing to be his. This kind, pure baby who saw the best in him. She owned Bucky and he hoped she knew.

She smiled timidly in his hold and Bucky kissed her forehead, “the best baby doll ever.”

He pecked her nose and she blushed, “the sweetest little thing on earth.”

Bucky kissed the corner of her mouth, “so beautiful and so good for me.” He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, making her close her eyes.

The way she gazed at him when she opened them again made Bucky all warm and fuzzy inside. She was the most precious little one and she still looked at him like he made the sun rise every morning or gave birds the ability to twitter. She looked at Bucky and saw nothing but goodness and beauty to be admired.

Whatever he thought was a quirk she thought it was what made him pretty. He saw years of violence and murder in the dark reflection of his arm, but she saw her safety and protection. She saw the angel wings behind his demon and the exquisiteness buried underneath damage and distortion. She saw him for him and she much-loved all of it; appreciated all of it.

“I love you, dada,” she said softly, wrapping her hands around Bucky’s neck and kissing his jaw.

I know and I still can’t believe it, Bucky wanted to say.

He pressed their foreheads together instead, rubbing his nose on hers again “I love you more, my doll.” Bucky’s smiling lips brushed hers, “I love you.” ~~~~ Tags: @harrysthiccthighss @tinystudentfirepurse

#bucky barnes x fluff #bucky barnes x little!reader #daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!bucky barnes x reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes ff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky fic #bucky oneshot #bucky imagine #bucky x little!reader

[goldengoddess]

kaz brekker playing with your hair

request: I love your Kaz headcanons!! Can you do one with him playing with fem!reader's hair and her playing with his without realizing? And the crows see him doing something fancy with her hair for a job and seeing that they care about each other? Sorry if this is too specific!! Thank you!

a/n: this is so fucking sweet and i can totally see this as a very intimate thing for kaz,,, pls so fucking cute 

warnings: none lots of fluff

the first time kaz played with your hair, you almost gasped out of shock

you were sat on the floor between his legs with a book in your lap

he was sitting on the edge of his bed, scribbling something into his notebook 

the two of you were close but not exactly touching

his gloves were off, since it was just the two of you in his bedroom 

suddenly you felt a little tug at your hair and you slightly moved your head

you could see kaz twisting the strand in his fingers like he did with cards during a magic trick 

he was still focused entirely on whatever he was writing 

you narrowed your eyes slightly but went back to reading 

you were acutely aware of his fingers playing with your hair and making their way up to your scalp 

when he ended up massaging your scalp softly your breath hitched in your throat 

his touch was so soft and gentle 

so unlike the kaz everyone else saw 

you suddenly felt sleepy and at peace

your eyes started fluttering 

that night you had ended up falling asleep on the floor

your cheek pressed into kaz’s leg 

you slowly began to realize that kaz wasn’t even aware of what he was doing 

playing with your hair was something he did completely mindlessly 

he didn’t realize how much of an affect it had on you

since he had played with your hair a couple of times, you wanted to mention it 

but you knew the second you did you might break the spell 

and it would be two steps backwards 

but one night the two of you sat on the floor, your legs crossed, facing each other 

you were talking about something or other that had to do with the crow club

again, you two were close but not touching 

then as he talked kaz moved his hand up and started playing with the hair that had fallen in front of you face

he didn’t stop his train of thought, just continued the conversation as if nothing 

you couldn’t help it you had to say something because you were about to swoon at his sweetness 

“kaz do you realize what you’re doing” you had interrupted him 

he stopped talking and tilted his head to the side 

“what am i doing y/n?”

you rolled your eyes and pointed at his hand, with your hair still between his fingers 

he followed your gesture and his narrowed his eyes, pulling his hand away hesitantly 

you let out a sad sigh 

“you’ve done it a couple of times without realizing i think” you mumbled, looking down at the floor 

then his hands were back in your hair, with more confidence now 

you grinned at him

“don't look at me like that, you have nice hair” he stated as an excuse.

and then the rest was history 

now, the two of you couldn’t be in the same room alone together without kaz’s hands finding themselves tangled in your hair 

sometimes he wasn’t paying attention and he would knot up your hair 

then he’d sit with you, undoing them gently 

you were sat between his legs once again 

and he started attempting a little braid 

after a couple of failed attempts, you walked him through it 

soon, kaz became a master of braiding hair 

first they were little ones

and then he branched out into different types 

asking you to ignore your work so that he could practice on your hair 

he said it was his favourite

the crows started noticing you new hairstyles 

your too perfect braids 

and buns with little delicate details 

they knew you couldn't have been the one to do them 

one time, you were in a common room of the slat with nina and jesper 

and kaz walked in without looking to see who was in the room, paying attention to something in his hand

“hey y/n i have this new hairstyle i want to-”

he looked up then to see jesper and nina’s amused faces 

and your face covered in an embarrassed blush 

nina turned to you with a little smirk 

“so you’ve got your own stylist now?”

jesper joined in, “yeah y/n i was starting to think you were taking cosmetology classes on your days off.”

you only rolled your eyes and stayed silent, not sure how kaz would want to play this 

he recovered quickly and surprised you by walking behind where you were sitting 

“i’m going to try this new style in y/n’s hair and if either of you have anything to say if i won’t hesitate to sew your mouth shut with a bobby pin”

he threatened them and then started pulling your hair into a fancy new style that would keep your hair out of your face for complicated jobs 

jesper and nina just laughed and kept watching as he worked 

after a few minutes, the two of them called matthias, inej, and wylan into the room

and there you all sat, watching kaz’s trial and error with this new style 

by the end, you looked ready to murder a man without your hair ever faltering

all of the crows had stopped with their witty remarks and instead were in awe at kaz’s hidden talent 

he maybe even looked a little embarrassed at the attention 

“it’s just like a magic trick or pickpocketing” he insisted. 

 you grinned and took a few pieces of his hair 

 his tensed and then realized 

“i think its your turn for a makeover kaz”

he only chuckled and kissed your palm 

“over my dead body angel”

#Kaz Brekker #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows #six of crows imagine #shadow and bone #Grishaverse #grisha #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #inej ghafa #matthias helvar #goldengodess

[pies-writes-and-more]

allergic to you

Word Count: 3, 713

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x High School Age!Fem!Reader

Warnings: some swear words I guess, but as per usual, it’s just fluff from me. 

A/N: Guess who’s finally joined another fandom lol hello Haikyuu fandom! Pls be kind, it’s my first time writing for this fandom but I am in love with Karasuno boys, it’s problematic. Anyways, please let me know if you liked it! Sorry if I didn’t quite capture him the way other writers do haha. Also, Y/N = Your (Last) Name, just cause typing Y/L/N is exhausting lol my b

(Not my gif, credits to the original creator!)

Yamaguchi was trying his very hardest not to laugh, his hands clasped together in front of his lips to stifle his giggles as the tall blond boy he had known for years just looked at him desperately.

“It’s not funny,” Tsukishima’s lips formed into a frown (almost a pout), looking away from his friend nervously. His fingers played with some chopsticks, poking at his uneaten lunch.

Yamaguchi had never see Tsukishima Kei nervous. Volleyball games? Totally calm. Math class? Easy. Exam season? Piece of cake.

But put Tsukishima near a girl? No, scratch that. Not just any girl. Put Tsukishima near Y/N? It was all over for him. Suddenly, this 190cm tall boy wanted to shrink small enough to run away and not be noticed.

“It’s a little funny, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi insisted, finally letting out just a tiny chuckle that he just couldn’t hold back. “I think you’re overreacting. Just a bit.”

Tsukishima’s eyes turned back to the other boy, staring at him as if analyzing him, “How could I be overreacting? I’m telling you, I’m allergic!”

Yamaguchi was really trying his best to be supportive, knowing that talking about things was already hard for Tsukishima, especially when involving a particularly cute girl. “You think... you’re allergic... to Y/N,” Yamaguchi retorted slowly, repeating how Tsukishima started this convo with.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Tsukishima scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously it’s some product she uses or something,” his nose scrunched up slightly as he tried to think of what it could possibly be. “Like that hand lotion she uses. The one that smells like vanilla and brown sugar,” Tsukishima proclaimed, nodding to himself like he had solved the mystery.

The green haired boy was still trying his best to be supportive. He nodded slowly, giving a forced smile to his best friend as he slowly spiralled into insanity. He had never seen Tsukishima this desperate for answers before. “Hasn’t she let you use some of that hand lotion?” He wondered aloud, remembering very specifically how red Tsukishima’s ears got when she rubbed a bit into a rash he had gotten on his hand.

“Gotta take good care of your hands if you play volleyball, Tsukishima-san!” Y/N had beamed, her fingers massaging the cream in.

Tsukishima had practically fainted that day, though he’d never admit it.

The blond’s frown tightened, holding his hand to his chin in thought, “Right. So not the hand lotion then.”

“Maybe she got a new perfume?” Yamaguchi offered, nibbling on some of his lunch while Tsukishima thought it out.

“No, she’s still using the same one,” He mumbled, and Yamaguchi smirked to himself, knowing that Tsukishima would’ve never admitted before that he knew little details like this about her. 

“Well. what kinds of symptoms do you have? Maybe that’ll narrow it down,” Yamaguchi suggested, leaning his head back on the wall behind them. It wasn’t unusual for Tsukishima to want to eat some place quiet, but today had been the first day that he had practically dragged Yamaguchi to this small secluded spot behind the school. The two of them sat against a wall to eat, though Tsukishima’s lunch had been completely forgotten.

“I just-” Tsukishima hesitated, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he tried to word how his body felt every time she was around. “I always feel so lightheaded. And my heartbeat’s always irregular too. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe properly.” His hand slid into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone and tilting the screen towards Yamaguchi to show him a medical diagnostic page on the web. “Some people say these are symptoms of allergies. Or an anxiety attack. But I’m leaning more towards allergies.”

Yamaguchi squinted at the text, “You... Googled it?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips, glancing up at Tsukishima, amused.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Tsukishima scoffed, scrolling through the page. “I don’t know what else it could be. It’s not with anyone else. It can’t be the classroom either, cause when she’s not around, I don’t feel anything.”

“Hm. So what’re you going to do about it?” Yamaguchi asked, going along with this ‘allergic’ idea as much as he could. He knew Tsukishima was very rational and even if he suggested what he figured was happening, Tsukishima would never listen.

“D-Do?” Tsukishima blinked. He hadn’t thought about what the next step was.

“Well I assume you don’t want to keep feeling that like right? You could always ask the teacher to move you, I suppose. Then ask her not to attend any of our games. Avoiding her for the rest of your life seems like the best choice doesn’t it?” Yamaguchi asked innocently, closing up his lunch box and taking a sip from his juice.

Tsukishima stayed quiet, eyebrows still furrowed and the frown on his face tightening. He knew that made sense - one of the girls in their class was allergic to nuts and she always had to be careful what she ate, and he had even heard of some people not eating or drinking milk products because of allergies. The logical part of his brain agreed with Yamaguchi, perhaps staying away from Y/N was the only answer.

“Then... maybe it’s not an allergy,” Tsukishima mumbled quietly. He hated going back on his word but he couldn’t deny that he loathed the idea of not seeing Y/N’s smile ever again. Or seeing her sit with someone else. “Maybe it’s just something I have to get used to.”

“You know, Tsukishima,” Yamaguchi started again, looking off to the scenery that was in front of them. His voice was light and airy as he tried to coax his friend to the idea, “What you’re going through sounds a lot like-”

Tsukishima could hear it in his voice, he knew the next word forming from Yamaguchi’s lips before it even entered the air. He slammed his lunch box closed and stood up abruptly, turning away from the other boy’s eyes. “Lunch is over,” he grumbled, as if that was the reason he stood up so dramatically.

Yamaguchi smirked and packed up his things, shaking his head slowly when Tsukishima wasn’t looking. He wasn’t at all surprised that Tsukishima was having a hard time accepting his feelings.

The word hung in the very serious boy’s mind for the rest of the day. He tried not to focus so much on Y/N as he sat next to her for the rest of their classes, tried to not inhale too much or look in her general direction, in fear that his “allergy” would act up again.

He was almost positive it wasn’t... that. He would know for sure if it was, wouldn’t he? His nose scrunched slightly as he thought about the music he had listened to before, ones that had just a good melody and beat and he definitely didn’t listen to because of the lyrics since they were about... that thing.

Didn’t some people talk about their heart feeling like it was going to fall out of their chest? That they found it hard to breathe? That it was like all life stopped when they saw that person? And that despite all this, they never wanted to be without them?

Tsukishima had to get to the bottom of this. He was either experiencing some sort of allergic reaction to her or he was experiencing feelings. He thought about ignoring them, pretending like they didn’t exist so that maybe everything would go back to normal one day. But how long would that take? Wouldn’t it just be easier to rip off the bandaid and find out now?

At the end of class, Tsukishima zoomed his way out of class, not waiting for Yamaguchi like usual.

“Is he alright, Yamaguchi-san?” Y/N asked, surprised that the two best friends weren’t walking out together like they had every other day. Some days, they would even walk out with Y/N on their way to practice. But apparently, not today.

“He’s got a lot on his mind,” Yamaguchi explained, waving it away with a smile. Perhaps today he would be walking home by himself. And that was fine by him.

Y/N packed up her things and waved goodbye to her other classmates, heading out the door and slipping in her headphones. Her mind drifted to all the things she had to do when she got home, whether or not there were leftovers to heat up today or if she should cook something up.

“You take so long,” a drawl voice interrupted the very beginning of her first song. She blinked in surprise, looking to her right where Tsukishima was leaning against a tree.

Y/N pulled out one earbud, tilting her head as she watched him. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him do this casual, I-don’t-care-about-anything lean, with his headphones around his neck and his hands shoved in his pockets. But there was something different about him this time. Why was he avoiding her eyes? Why was he not giving her an annoyingly carefree smile? Why were his ears turning pink?

“Were you... waiting for me, Tsukishima-san?” Y/N asked slowly. He didn’t move for a moment, as if still calculating something in that big brain of his. He pushed off of the tree after sighing, walking over to her slowly.

“Obviously,” was all he said, glaring down at her as if she should’ve known this.

“You rushed out of class so quick, I thought you were already going home,” Y/N responded, still a bit confused. “Don’t you and Yamaguchi normally walk home together?”

Why did she have to question so much? Why couldn’t she just realize what he was trying to do? Tsukishima huffed and grabbed her hand, dropping a nice cool juice box in it. His eyes darted away from her next inquisitive look, but glanced back almost immediately because he wanted to see her eyes widen just a little at her favourite juice box.

“W-What is this?” Y/N asked, holding it in her hands. Part of her wanted to examine it to make sure he hadn’t somehow tricked her into holding something that wasn’t actually juice. She looked up at him suspiciously - Tsukishima knew her favourite juice?

“You didn’t have one with you today. I figured you forgot your wallet again today,” Tsukishima mumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket again.

“O-Oh. I did, thank you. Um,” Y/N hesitated. Was Tsukishima trying... to be nice? “Why... why did you buy it for me?”

“I just said why,” Tsukishima scoffed, flicking her head gently. He scolded himself internally, feeling guilty as soon as she showed the surprise on her face. She’s asking why you thought to be nice, Kei, stop being snarky, he told himself harshly. “Sorry,” he muttered quickly, feeling almost immediately bad for flicking her.

Y/N just laughed though, giggles spilling from her lips as she looked up at him, “Are you feeling okay, Tsukishima-san? You’re turning red,” she teased gently and he looked away from her quickly, hating how quickly his face heated up.

He took a breath, trying to mimic how calm he was on the court. He turned back to look at her with a cocky smile and confidence gaze, though he was sure she could tell he was nervous, “I’m fine, Y/N-san. But I need to tell you something. And I’m only going to say it once so listen up.”

Y/N watched him intently, noting the fake confidence he was trying to put on. She nodded as he looked at her for any sign to keep going.

His lips opened for a moment and Y/N could’ve sworn there was a moment of panic in his eyes when nothing came out. “I’m going to walk you home today,” Tsukishima stated finally, each word thudding into the air. He felt his confidence falter as the wrong words left his mouth, shifting his bag on his shoulder and starting to walk ahead.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling her confusion only rise. Did he really build up that whole thing... just to walk her home?

“Hurry up or I’ll leave you here,” Tsukishima called behind his shoulder, still walking ahead. He was internally punching himself, groaning and uttering insults at his own stupid self. Couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t just say Y/N I like you and I think I’m either allergic to you or I’m utterly in love with you but I’ve been told I suck at explaining how I feel and that I never say the right things at the right time so please just reject me so I can move away from these exhausting feelings.

“Want some?” Y/N’s gentle voice was suddenly beside him, and Tsukishima felt his stomach doing that flipping motion again. He glanced down at her and saw her holding up the juice box at him. “Seems only fair, since you bought it,” she explained, the glimmer in her eyes making him feel way too warm inside.

“Sure,” he mumbled after a moment. She smiled just a little bit wider, holding up the juice to him, expecting him to just snatch it away and drink. But no, Tsukishima being a little bitch and deciding that if he couldn’t admit anything with words, he could try with actions, leaned down slightly, and latched his lips onto the straw. His hand wrapped around hers over the juice box, holding it still as he took a sip.

Y/N felt like she was suddenly bright red, her heart possibly having exploded right then and there. His eyes looked up to meet hers as he sipped, smirking a bit as he noticed the panicked and flushed look in her eyes.

Maybe the feeling is... mutual?

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling away after keeping her gaze for a second. “I guess I can see why you like it.”

Y/N had shivers running up and down her spine, feeling like Tsukishima had looked into her very soul and knew about her year-long crush on him.

The two of them started walking a bit slower after that, and to the external eye, you’d probably just see two classmates walking home together. But look a little closer, and you’d see both of them having internal conflicts. They managed to walk through the small roads filled with shops and make it about halfway to Y/N’s house in complete silence. 

“Y/N-san,” Tsukishima finally ended it, the agonizing silence, in which he had been racking his brain trying to think of how to start a conversation. He stopped in his tracks as he spoke the one word, the two of them now on a quieter dirt path. There was no one to interrupt them, no one to save Tsukishima from embarrassment, no Yamaguchi to fill the awkward silence.

“Hm?” Y/N looked back at him, noticing him just standing there. “Are you alright, Tsukishima-san?”

“There’s something I need to say,” he started, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists.

“O-Oh okay.”

“I’ve been... feeling sick around you.” Baka, he scolded himself for what felt like the millionth time. That definitely wasn’t the way he had wanted to say it. “I-I mean, not like sick sick but like allergy sick,” he tried to recover, but scoffed at himself since that wasn’t all that much better.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in response, trying to think about his reactions lately. He had definitely been more flushed lately, but she always thought that was annoyance. He’d been quieter and more distant, but it was Tsukishima after all. He looked over to her desperately, hoping to see that she was understanding what he was trying to say. She wasn’t. 

Tsukishima was starting to get frustrated. He knew he wasn’t the greatest at communicating but how hard was it to see how much he liked her? Yamaguchi saw it, hell, even his upperclassmen teased him about it when they first saw Tsukishima and Y/N walking out of class together one day. So why did other people who didn’t need to know it, why did they understand but she didn’t? Why was she so dense? 

You’re not saying anything, his mind reminded him as he scowled to himself.

“It has to be that,” Tsukishima finally continued quietly, his eyes now staring at his feet. He was practically trying to convince himself now. It had to be that there was a health related issue with him being around her. It had to be that, because if it wasn’t, it meant that Tsukishima had to tell her how he felt. And that meant that he was probably going to end up hurt. Why a girl like Y/N hung around a guy like him anyways was beyond him. 

“Why?” Y/N frowned, still terribly lost in the cosmos of this odd confession. “Why would it have to be that?”

“Because if it isn’t that, then it means that I’ve fallen completely head over heels for you.”

Tsukishima wasn’t sure how he had managed to say the words. But there it was. His fists tightened even more, his fingernails digging into his palm so hard it was starting to hurt. 

His eyes closed tightly, turning his head away from her. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want to see laughter or disgust in her eyes. Maybe he could take it back now. Maybe he could-

Tsukishima jumped at the feeling of a poke on his chest, his eyes opening in surprise when he found Y/N standing much closer than she was earlier. “Are you teasing me?” She asked defensively, squinting her eyes up at him.

“T-Teasing?” Tsukishima stammered. He watched her eyes, noting how visibly upset she looked and he could feel his frustration rising. He had finally said what he had wanted to say this whole time... and she wasn’t even reacting the way she was supposed to. How stupid did she have to be? And why did she have to look so damn cute while doing it?

“Yamaguchi-san told you, didn’t he? I knew that poophead couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” she grumbled, crossing her arms against her chest. “He swore he wouldn’t tell you, but I should’ve known. You guys are best friends and all.”

“Told me... told me what?”

“That I’ve liked you practically since we met,” Y/N huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Listen, Tsukishima-san, if you don’t like me back, you don’t have to tease me like this. I’m perfectly fine being rejected,” she told him with a pout on her lips (she was definitely not fine being rejected, and was planning on crying at home after this). “Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

Tsukishima‘s eyes widened, staring at her like she had grown a second head. “You... You like me?” He gulped. His allergies must be getting worse, his heart was thumping so hard against his chest, he couldn’t think straight.

Y/N and him shared a confused look for a moment, neither one of them sure who was teasing whom at this point. “Didn’t... didn’t you know? That’s why you’re being nice to me?” She asked him, poking his chest again. “Why else would you be walking me home and buying me juice?”

“Why would...” Tsukishima’s lips curled into a smile and suddenly he burst out into laughter, tilting his head back in amusement. 

“Why are you laughing?” Y/N whined, punching his arm lightly with a huff. “This isn’t a time to be laughing at me!”

Tsukishima straightened up with his signature cocky smile, shaking his head as he fixed his glasses on his face. Then, his hand moved to hit the top of her head.

“OW! Tsukishima-san!”

“You idiot. Why would I be standing here confessing to you if I was just going to make fun of you?” Tsukishima scoffed, smirking at her. “If I didn’t like you back and I found out you liked me, don’t you think I would’ve made it clear by now that you never stood a chance?”

Y/N thought about this for a moment, remembering that one time a girl in a different class had confessed to him after attending one of his matches.

“I think you’re incredible, Tsukishima-san! A-And I just.... well I just...”

“Are you trying to confess to me?” Tsukishima didn’t even bother looking up from his study book, finishing an equation before even glancing at her. “You should just give up now. I’m not interested.”

The girl had teared up so much, even Y/N had felt bad (even though she was secretly happy that Tsukishima hadn’t accepted the confession). Yamaguchi had yelled at Tsukishima about being gentle that day.

“Why would I be nice to someone stupid enough to think I’d like them? I didn’t give her any hints that I did, I don’t even know her,” Tsukishima grumbled.

Y/N had internalized those words, deciding she wouldn’t confess her feelings to Tsukishima ever. If she did, and Tsukishima rejected her, he probably wouldn’t want to be around her as friends ever again.

“So...” Y/N thought to herself for a moment, trying to reexamine what had happened today. “What was with the juice box then?” She asked him. 

“I thought...” Tsukishima frowned a little, looking up at the sky in thought. “I thought when you confess you were supposed to... give a gift or something.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at his thought process and Tsukishima glared at her slightly. “You’re laughing at me now?”

She shook her head quickly, trying to stifle her giggles, “I just... I think it’s sweet,” she beamed, holding onto her little juice box even though it was empty now.

Tsukishima watched her carefully before smiling a little, patting her head gently, “Alright then, let’s get you home. I’ll bring another juice box for you for our date.”

“D-Date?” Y/N repeated shyly, following him as he started to walk again.

“You thought I’d just confess to you and not ask you out? Idiot,” Tsukishima smirked, feeling such an intense relief on his shoulders. His heart was still beating furiously and his stomach felt like it was going to come up his throat, but... it wasn’t as frustrating of a feeling now. 

After he dropped her off at her house with the promise of walking her to school tomorrow morning, Tsukishima couldn’t help but allow himself to smile widely the whole way home. 

If this is what an allergy felt like, he never wanted it to stop.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

Okay like I mentioned up there in the Author’s Notes, this is my first time writing for Haikyuu so lmk what you thought :) I’ve written some stuff for OHSHC and I think it’s pretty obviously that tall jerks with glasses are my type lol 

Anyways! Enjoy!

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[imjusttpeachy]

sleepy angel. (c.h.)

Can I please request some cute corpse husband fluff. I really want something adorable and cute with him. Like playing with the readers hair and cuddles and that. -anon

okay yall i hope this isn’t too weird but i saw a tiktok abt it and thought it was the cutest thing ever and just— i needed to write about it. pretty short but i’m just getting back into writing sorryyyy

please check out the warnings!!

playlist

the licks - lavender kiss

wet bandits - movies as friends

puma blue - want me

dre’es - warm

daniel ceasar - get you

summary: reader is feeling a little cuddly but doesn’t want to disturb Corpse during his stream. who knew the floor could be so comfortable?

word count: 944

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, dom/sub undertones???, basically you sit on the floor and he plays with your hair pls don’t read if uncomfy with stuff like that

•••

You didn’t consider yourself a clingy girlfriend.

No, not at all.

It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.

Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.

You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.

Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.

The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.

“Baby, what-“

“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“

“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”

A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.

“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.

“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.

“Sweet dreams, princess”

•••

When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.

However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.

There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.

corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”

•••

@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar

@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute

@.jacksepticeye: SIMP

@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something

@.tinakitten: okay loverboy

•••

hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!

i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!

okay that’s it! thanks for reading as always, let me know what u think down below or in my asks! love you guys, hope you’re doin well <3

#peachyrequests #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse x you #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine

[purrhwa]

WARMTH — choi jongho

genre — fluff

you and jongho have been dating for your sister's request, but never really grew close even after months. you're unsure if he actually likes you back or is just dating you because your little sister told him to do so.

a/n: i wrote this at 1 AM pls don't come for my ass </3 im on my jongho soft hours so why not write fluff for my baby :D

— the song is lowkey short so i recommend playing it on repeat or listen to the other songs that spotify will play automatically if ever you're gonna listen to it while reading <333

time check: six pm, the sky already has the orange hues that are more beautiful than ever and the colder breeze that makes your skin shiver. jongho was beside you, walking as he protectively shields you from any possible dangers.

but not from the cold, however.

you wrap your hands around his waist and you feel him stiffen from your touch - you giggle lightly, he's still a bit awkward to you. you guys have only been dating for 3 months either way, jongho isn't really the type who's used of receiving physical affection.

you were about to let go as you didn't want to make him uncomfortable - you were just gonna share with his body heat anyways, it shouldn't take that long for your body to get warmer from him.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder, knowing damn too well of what you're thinking. not your intention, though.

"don't let go."

he pulls you closer to him and held his head high, the blush was so visible. he wanted to seem cool for you so he didn't show you, but he can't really hide it - you smile as you remove your second hand from him for you two to be able to walk properly.

you couldn't stop yourself from smiling, really. your face immediately heated up as it turns slightly red, just like him. maybe you two are moving really slow like your friends are saying, but you couldn't care less - you love jongho for whoever he is and you knew he wants to take things slow, even if it means that you two haven't had your first kiss yet even after dating for 3 months, you would wait for him to come out of his little shell.

jongho rubs your shoulder but he nearly jumps for knowing how cold your skin is. really? have you been shivering from the cold all this time? was he that ignorant to not notice? he quickly looks down at you, eyebrows creased as a pout forms on his lips.

you look up to him in curiosity. "yes jong?"

"why didn't you tell me you're cold?" he asks as he purses his lips, trying his best to keep you warm.

"what would you do if i told you, then?"

"i-"

oh, he didn't have a jacket himself. he was wearing a sweater alone, no undershirt or anything while you wore a black t-shirt.

embarrassed, he looks away. "i-i-i can hug y-you tighter." the poor boy stutters as his 'cool-boyfriend' aura was completely thrown down the drain.

"dumbass." you say, causing him to look at you. when he sees that you have a playful frown on your lips, he sighs in relief that you're not actually mad. you let out a laugh as you lay your head on his shoulder, gazing at the sunset in front of you.

he looks at it too while holding you close to him, he could feel his heart beat faster than normal. the two of you stopped and were about to sit on a bench, until he stops you, telling that you don't have to since you feel cold anyways, you two can just walk to his condo unit within no time.

"i love you."

the words came out of your mouth mindlessly. when your realise, you widen your eyes, releasing yourself from his grasp. "i mean-"

"i love you too."

you froze. not from the cold, but from his words.

honestly speaking, this was the first time you two exchanged i love yous. you've always told him you loved him in a lighthearted manner, and he'll smile - but he never answered back. so how did you two even started dating if everything is happening as if its your first day as a couple?

it was your little sister's wish to see her sibling and their crush, her favourite uncle to date - they would look so good together! they were friends anyway, why shouldn't they date?

you know that a simple request from a kid shouldn't exactly be the reason why you should date someone, but your sister is sick. very sick, it almost seemed like her death wish to see you and jongho together.

well, it gladly wasn't. your sister is getting better, and she loves to say that it's because you two granted her wish, which never fails to put smiles on everyone's face.

you two could've easily just pretend to date in front of your sister's eyes, but jongho isn't that kind of asshole to fake date someone who he knew has a crush on him. he knows you aren't hard to love, and he knew he would fall for you sooner or later anyways.

it's just that it's his first time to date someone who's incredibly patient with him. from all the people he's dated over the years, you were the only one who had no problem in taking things slow, appriciate every small gestures he makes and not make him feel like it's a task to always take you out on a date, scared that you might hate him for it - no.

he falls in and out of love quickly, his longest relationship was 5 months. it's not that he's a playboy - it's that his significant other barely feels his love for them. they always complain about him not being affectionate, almost as if they were a stranger to his eyes - but jongho is just really shy, he's too shy to make moves, afraid that he might startle them.

you look at him in the eyes, checking if you heard him right. "i'm serious! what do you take me for?" he had an offended look on his face mixed with silliness, you chuckle.

"it's just that- i didn't expect i would actually hear that from you."

his gaze softens, a pang of guilt hits his heart. so you felt unloved too, huh? was he that distant? maybe he should've tried harder, you're amazing to him after all.

collecting all the courage he has stored in his body, he leans towards your face. you stop in your tracks. is he gonna kiss you? you could feel your heart race against your cheast, it's finally happening!!

he doesn't.

he almost falls backwards as he steps back, gulping. "ah, that's embarrassing." he scratches his nape. he decides that he didn't wanna leave you hanging, so he pulls your arm with him as he starts running towards the building where he lives.

you didn't question his actions and let yourself be taken to wherever (well, you didn't know.) he's going, having no idea of what he wants to do.

not gonna lie, you were quite disappointed that he didn't kiss you earlier.

he swiftly opens the door through his unit after typing out the password and ushers you in, following you closely behind. he turns on a few lights, enough to lit the dim place.

he goes straight to his bedroom. "you can sit on the couch!" he tells you, then coming back with a blanket on his hands. he tosses it to you and it lands on your face, he quickly apologises. "o-oh no i'm sorry!"

"it's okay, don't worry!"

he didn't argue and merely ran towards the kitchen. you smile, well at least he thought of keeping you warm first. you wrap the blanket around your body, the sweet smell of jongho fills your nose.

the blanket was a little cold, but that's even better. the second best thing to a cold pillow is a cold blanket, even if you were freezing already. you accompany yourself with your phone, skimming through apps, trying to find something interesting. when you didn't, you huff and looked over his form, who's busy doing whatever.

you shamelessly turn his tv on and chose a random movie for you two to watch.

jongho comes back after a few minutes with two mugs in his hands. he places them on the mini table in front of you and plops beside you, arm wrapping to your shoulder.

you quickly shared the blanket with him, in which he gratefully accepts - he hugs you under. you didn't question it although you could feel your heart explode and just snuggled closer to him, he rests his head on top of yours.

he starts playing with your hair softly as his eyes glances at the tv. he's unfamiliar with the movie, but is willing to watch it if you picked it, of course.

an hour had passed while the movie played, both of you were cuddling in the couch. may i say for the first time as well. jongho's body was really warm, you can almost fall asleep if it wasn't to the interesting movie the two of you has grown attentive to.

until a hot kissing scene came, both of you looked away.

jongho awkwardly takes a sip of the drink from his mug as he avoid both the tv and your eyes - you following too, doing the same thing.

"uh um do you want chocolates?"

"s-sure."

he takes it as the que to sprint away.

he almost trips on his own foot near the counter, barely reaching the fridge on a solid form. he swiftly takes three bars of snickers and comes back beside you, hesitantly sitting back.

"here." he hands you one after he unwraps it.

so... where is this going? you don't know how to break the awkwardness, and the kissing scene is getting pretty long. if only you warent ignorant to the fact that the movie has rated scenes, maybe you wouldn't have put jongho and of course, yourself in an awkward position.

you take it from his hand, take a bite, then awkwardly smile. "i-i'll go home now, it's getting pretty late."

7 pm, really? you mentally curse yourself, you're about to waste an opportunity to get closer with YOUR boyfriend.

he bites his bottom lip, thinking if he should let you go or not. "i'll take you home." he decides, already standing up but you were quicker to do so. you pushed him to sit back down and run towards the door. "see you tomorrow!" you yell before closing the door behind you.

no, you didn't wanna go home.

jongho was left confused, only to grow flustered again when his eyes catched the scene playing on the screen. he turns it off with shaky eyes before burying his face into the blanket you were in seconds ago.

he stands back up, yes he's not about to let you go home by yourself. at least he'll follow you, just in case. but when he opens the door, your face greeted his, causing him to jump a little.

"h-hi."

you two stood there, staring at each other.

"so..."

jongho trails off, standing at the door way. you take a deep breath, look around, then push him back again. this time, more gently as you followed along. you hold on his shoulders and go on your tippy toes to peck his lips, the snicker bar still in your right hand.

you go back to your heels on the ground. you were expecting jongho to be left wide eyed so you were planning to run away again, but to your surprise, he wasn't.

instead, he pulls you for another kiss, a longer one. well, YOU were the one who wides their eyes. however you didn't waste any time to kiss back and close your eyes, your arms found their way to his neck, he cups your face gently.

before you knew it, you were in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as his hands holds your body. he puts you down on the counter, not breaking the kiss. the soft light coming from above your heads made things cozier along with the quietness of the place.

he puts his hands beside you to support himself while yours were still hanging around his neck as you continue to kiss him, your lips moved in sync. the fact that he could definitely taste the chocolate in your lips was worrying you, but jongho showed no reaction to it.

your body heats up as the wave of happiness to finally be able to kiss him shoots through your body, you couldn't belive it. if you were dreaming, you're hoping that no one would wake you up any time soon.

you were just freezing an hour ago, but when you got close to jongho? suddenly everything is warm. from your body temperature, to your face, to your heart.

he breaks the kiss, looking at you with sincerity in his eyes. there was nothing but love, and you're happy he feels the same way as you. he rests his forehead against yours, breathing a bit heavily, catching his breath along with you.

it didn't take long for him to lean for another kiss, though. you immediately kiss him back as you run your fingers through his soft, silky, black hair. he eventually holds your back, rubbing circles with his palm to keep you calm.

you moved to leave kisses all over his face and he bops your nose, showing you a cute smile.

you're so in love with him, it's scary.

"expect this more often." he says before kissing you again. the kiss he's giving you is deep and passionate, something you never really thought of receiving, but you're more than euphoric to experience it with him.

and for that night, you didn't end up going home untill the next day.

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johnlock | tw suicide mention, swearing | fluff and angst | a/n: ignore typos pls

the one where lestrade breaks down and tells sherlock about how wrecked john was after sherlock's fake death, and it leads to a very wholesome confrontation.

Prompt: Lestrade has a bit of a break down and starts telling Sherlock about John after the fall; "you weren't here Sherlock! you didn't see him! you weren't the one who got drunk phonecalls in the early hours and you didn't run to the cemetery to see him sitting by your grave with his gun in his mouth!"

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Lestrade really did work hard. Well, lately he hadn’t had to. Sherlock had come back, after all. And for that exact reason, he’d called his dear friend for a breakfast. That was, if John could handle Sherlock being out of his sight for more than five minutes. Greg could swear he was clingier to Sherlock than to Mary.

And he couldn’t even blame him for it. The dumb fool had given all of them heart attacks when he pulled the big prank. Greg had hated himself for not being able to save Holmes.

As he waited, he looked down at his wrist to check the time on, ironically, the same watch Sherlock had once given him. Or rather, Molly had on Sherlock’s behalf.

“Hello, Graham,” an all-too-familiar voice spoke above him, and he looked up to see Sherlock already sat in front of him. He'd become good at that; sneaking around.

“Before you say anything, let me tell you, I will let you solve cases from now on, but I do need a good murder every now then. Maybe you'll need my help soon enough,” he smiled in that know-all way of him, placing his hand on top of another on the table.

Greg couldn’t help but show his wonder at how Sherlock had known exactly what was going to happen.

“How did you- never mind. I shouldn’t even ask,” he said. If his nervous tics were anything to go by, Sherlock probably had him all figured out.

“Well, now that that’s over, I need your help,” he said, quickly and Lestrade almost fell off his chair at hearing that from him.

“I- you- what?” he asked again, and he could genuinely not comprehend what Sherlock had just said.

“I'm going to, ah, prank John,” he smiled a little wider. “I need you to help me pull it off,” his eyes sparkled and as soon as the words “prank john” had left his mouth, Lestrade had hit his limit.

He was done. He was so done with his friend not understanding just how much he had really affected everyone around him. He knew Sherlock didn’t expect anyone to care if he was there or gone, but people did. Just like that, Lestrade burst.

“Prank? A prank?” he said and Sherlock was taken aback by the belittling way he'd said. Greg stood up, almost spilling his beloved coffee. For once, Sherlock did not know why he was so mad.

“How much more do you want to hurt him? Don’t you think you’ve done enough of that after the big fucking Moriarty prank?” His anger was rising and he willed for himself to calm down, but he couldn’t imagine being so dense after solving so many mysteries.

Sherlock remained seated, a frown pulled upon his cupid’s bow. Why would people be hurt? In his idea of a world without himself, all that would change was that John would marry Mary, Mr. Hudson wouldn’t be annoyed and Lestrade would have more work and Mycroft would be the same. Why would anything change?

“I don’t- Lestrade, it's just a prank. It's quite funny, I imagine,” he tried to get the situation under his control, under his sense. He wasn't used to not knowing what was going on.

Greg started to leave after a moment, grabbing his coffee and his coat and walking away. Sherlock’s voice calling him stopped him in his tracks, and just because he’d uttered his real name, called him Greg for the first time ever. That effectively shattered him and gave him courage to say what he was about to.

“You weren't here Sherlock! You didn't see him! You weren't the one who got drunk phone calls in the early hours and you didn't run to the cemetery to see him sitting by your grave with his gun in his mouth!" he yelled, speeding back to the damned detective still watching him.

His face turned ghostly pale, and he was speechless at the confession. John- his John- had tried to- God, he had tried to not exist anymore. Sherlock’s mind was completely blank and running the fastest it ever had simultaneously.

This time, it was Sherlock’s turn to abruptly stand up and sprint away in the freezing winds, leaving a very unstable Lestrade right at the table, reeling from what had just happened.

On his way back, all Sherlock could think of was a world without John. How could that even be possible? There would be no Sherlock, no Sherlock’s world. Because, as he had come to realize it in his days of living without him, John was quite literally his world.

He could not think of the time before Watson, he could not remember his lifestyle, one without seeing john right after waking up and right before sleeping, and sometimes only staring at him sleep so peacefully. 221B Baker Street came into view rather quickly than Sherlock expected it to, and his feet led him right up to his shared room, ignoring Mrs. Hudson’s calling him.

He found John sitting on a chair, particularly, Sherlock’s chair, wrapped up in Sherlock’s favourite billowy coat. And he looked like he had no worried in his life in that position.

Sherlock almost didn’t wake him, debated ruining his sleep for a mere question. But he needed answers, or he would drive himself crazy with all the scenarios in his head.

“John! Wake up!” he urged, and something in his voice didn’t feel right to a sleeping John because he was up and alarmed in five second flat.

He flicked his head around the room, finally settling his gaze on Sherlock, with his lips pressed into a thin line. John had never seen Sherlock like this, all red nosed and red cheeked and so human. And although one could say that Sherlock Holmes was the most human version of himself around john Watson, it still felt ethereal.

The sunlight fell on John’s face such that he looked like an angel to Sherlock, his anchor to reality. But he would not let himself imagine what it would be like to lose his anchor.

“Was what Lestrade said true?” he spoke carefully, closely inspecting John’s face. He saw John’s face contort in confusion, and shake his head.

“He said, he said he saw you. In the cemetery, with your- your gun, in your mouth,” he spoke so softly that John had to strain his ears to catch onto what he was saying.

And once he did, he was taken back, and it took a full moment for him to process that Sherlock knew. He did not get scared of this, he could not because him finding out seemed like such a small pain as compared to the night he was referring to.

He’d gone insane without Sherlock’s little quips and remarks and him being around all the time and his mere presence came back to bite at him. It was a particularly awful night. He’d fought with Mary, over Sherlock nonetheless, but it had been meaningless as soon as he found himself drunk at his grave. He’d called Lestrade because he needed anything that would make him feel like Sherlock was there. Like he existed.

“I thought you died, Sherlock,” he spoke slowly, Sherlock’s coat still around him. He didn’t dare take it off.

“John,” he uttered and then he was right there striding towards his freaking other half. He didn’t know what fuelled it but right then he had a burning need to hold john, to feel him close, for him to be his anchor through whatever whirlwind of emotions he was going through.

John hugged him back just tight, as hard as he could, because god if he hadn’t dreamed of this since the very first time they giggled together at a crime scene. He didn’t know if this chance would come again and he was not going to let it go now that it was here.

“I didn’t know that you cared,” Sherlock said then, and he was terrified of the wet feeling on his cheeks that completely broke john’s heart. John hastily wiped them away because absolutely could not stand the sight of Sherlock being so vulnerable.

Mary’s words came back to him: “You care about him, John, more than me or yourself, and enough that you’re willing to ruin yourself over him.” He realized how wrong she was that night. Sherlock was not the reason John was sad sad, it was his absence. As much as he had hated admitting it to himself, Sherlock was his anchor to reality, too.

The two men stood sharing a moment there, neither of them needing to say anything. But then john recalled Sherlock’s previous words, about not knowing that john cared about him. He wanted to tell him he cared about him, that he could not go a day without seeing him.

But that was exactly was Sherlock was scared of. So, he said the only thing that fit perfectly:

“Elementary, my dear Holmes.”

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