#how do u fluff

[arieswritez]

vincible

vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.

#cheesing while i wrote this #god i wrote fluff what is wrong w me #mark grayson #made me SOFT </3 #invincible x reader #invincible #mark grayson x reader #do u know how hard it was #to find a pic of him smiling :( #give him a break already </3 #dont get used to the fluff tho #im writing smething rlly fucked up about him teehee

[yuwuta]

Nanami ver of bsf upstaging bf?? ❤️

listen… i meant what i said when nanami is just as bad, if not worse when it comes to driving your boyfriend away/upstaging him... maybe his tact makes him a better man than satoru, but you could also argue that it doesn’t; you could argue that kento is is only as respectful as necessary and consciously pushes boundaries, whereas satoru just does!! he just IS!! satoru IS overbearing and knows no consequence, but kento is not and he is very aware that evert action has a consequence, but he weighs it, determines it’s worth it, or—arguably worse—determines that the threat of your boyfriend getting mad or figuring him out isn’t high enough. kento is premeditated murder, he is going to drive your boyfriend so insane, to a place where he fully believes he cannot compete where he cannot compares, and kento will not feel bad about it. so, i rest my case, vice president of the not shit club, and their children are NO better!! 

also, having been friends with kento sets a bar that your past and/or current boyfriend must quickly learn to meet, and more often than not, they don’t even come close. why go on random dating-app dates when kento sends food to your house just because he had an inkling you were sad (you texted him in a certain way that tipped him off). dates meeting you halfway at a restaurant/bar isn’t nearly as flattering when kento drives an hour in heavy rain and traffic after work to pick you up, just to make good on seeing a movie you told him you were excited about. expensive dinner dates and bar hopping becomes mundane when that’s the normal for you and kento, when he regularly takes you out to dinner, if not weekly, then at least bi-weekly, because he’s intentional about your friendship and having time to spend and catch-up with each other in between busy work days. it’s hard to be impressed with a boyfriend when your best-friend takes you on his twice-yearly vacations and pays for everything, citing that even though getting a proper vacation is hard, he loves the time spent with you, so it’s all worth it. kento doesn’t even have to wait for some guy to become your boyfriend, he puts any potential partners out of the running by the standards he’s already set for you. 

#anonymous #in the words of exo he did it all with a smile on his face too like he is JUST as bad as satoru!!!!! #it's always nanami respectful king this nanami the standard that--HES NOT SHIT!!! TRUST ME!!! #and say you do get a boyfriend or a partner... that poor person.... it's a wrap for them #kento doesn't even need to show how close u two are your bf is gonna feel insecure by sheer comparison and kento is going to enjoy it..sick #no wonder he and gojo are friends! birds of a feather flock together!!! #their children (megumi/yuuji/yuuta) learned this behavior from them. it was TAUGHT #the takeaway dating advice is just 'dont let someones boyfriend stop you from being their husband' 😇😇 NOT SHIT!!!!! #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami kento x reader #kento x reader #nanami fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #nanami x reader

[teddybeartoji]

彡 THE WORST PARTNER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; con-artists au, crack, satoru is a little shit what's new, he also calls you 'baby' how sweet of him, hm? wc: 1.2k

on the other side of the wall, music and laughter mix together almost perfectly. the people are having fun, they're drinking and chatting, joking about the latest super cars and 'boring' paintings. rich people.

a bead of sweat rolls from your temple.

the setting sun paints the room you're in a beautiful warm orange. the big windows invite the sunrays in with open arms; they hit the mahogany wood furniture and you're a bit jealous. a bit of dust falls from the ceiling and you have to focus on not sneezing.

"ugh, we make such a good team!"

...

satoru gojo.

"we– fuck, do not!" you grumble at him through gritted teeth. "you literally left me– to the cops last time, dipshit!"

"but you got away!" he chirps back rather gleefully and the desire to punch him is suffocating.

careful as to not raise your voice too much, you whisper-shout at him. "just barely!"

"well, don't sell yourself short, babe! you do know how to work a tight spot!"

...

it hurts. his stupidity hurts your brain. squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head at his joke. "can you– be like a normal fucking person? never say that again."

your knees about to buckle from below you and you're also losing your balance alongside your patience. it's rather hard to hold a 6'3 man up on your shoulders.

who could've guessed?

more dust falls onto your nose as satoru works on unscrewing the vent in the ceiling. it's painted gold. because why wouldn't it be, right? rich people are insane.

"what do you mean?! you were in a 'tight spot' and you got out of it!" it's sickening how genuine he sounds. "get it? it's called a tight spo— "

"could you possibly– stop saying the word 'tight'?" you grip onto his polished shoe that's sitting on your right shoulder while the fingers of your other hand dig into his ankle. "and could you possibly do this any fucking faster?"

he has ruined your suit with his dirty shoes and he has ruined your mood with his stupid jokes. you hate him.

he simply laughs at your annoyed tone "almost there, baby, almost there."

you try to make him explode with your mind for calling you baby again, completely and blatantly ignoring the butterflies that now occupy your stomach. you're just a bit nervous about the job, that's all. they have nothing to do with him. nothing at all.

you hear him shuffling around, mumbling something to himself as he reaches over to the last one, but while he doing so – he ends up putting way too much pressure onto your right shoulder which in turn makes you take a wobbly step forward. satoru's hands grasp onto the wall beside him in an attempt to help you regain your balance.

"c'mon! steady now!"

"shut the– " with furrowed brows, you glance up at him. sensing your gaze, he looks down at you with the prettiest smile. no, wait. just a smile, just a smile. fuck, you really hate him. "fuck– up!"

he gives you a quick wink before continuing his work and you avert your gaze. you can already feel the bruises blooming under your suit and shirt, reminders of his touch for the continuing weeks.

"you're way heavier than you look, gojo."

the sound of his gasp, makes your eyes roll back into your head. "are you calling me fat?"'

"yes. are you done?"

he tsks at your sharp answer and pockets his mini screwdriver. "so rude. and yes, i'm ready." as he speaks he takes the cover from it's place and slides it inside the vent. "be strong now!"

refraining from barking back, you divert all of your focus onto your core muscles and thighs. satoru lodges his one leg onto one of the fancy tall cabinet and you the uneven weight almost ruins you both. holding onto the wall with your now free hand, you observe him climbing up into the vent. the leg on your shoulder shakes and wobbles, threatening to run off but satoru doesn't seem to mind. you're sure he's having fun. the shit.

he manages to get his hands inside the vent and he's now trying to jam his whole body through the hole. his foot finally rises from your shoulder and he almost hits you in the face with it as he swings it around, supposedly gaining momentum for a final push. you sigh and brush off the dirt and dust from your suit.

you look around the room as you wait for him to turn himself around in the small vent. the sun warms your skin and you take the moment to enjoy the band through the walls of the room. exquisite paintings hang all around you, hugged by dark wooden frames, they rest in the shadows. specks of dust land on your nose and you look up.

he's grinning.

oh no.

"satoru..."

your warning does nothing but excite him even further.

"oh? ...not gojo?" his smile stretches. "but you love tight spots! i'm sure you'll find another way in, babe."

you're going to kill him.

deeply breathing in through your nose, you give him the biggest and also the fakest smile in the word.

"satoru, baby..." you hate how smug he looks. you want to wipe that stupid fucking smile from his face.

"you know that i just love tight spots and that's exactly why... you should pull me the fuck up!" your whisper-shouting turns into a full bark and satoru giggles behind his hand "right. now! i don't wanna find another way when a way is literally in front of me!"

his eyes twinkle at you when he realizes you actually used his own joke against him. you're so fucking hot. and you're especially hot now that you're glaring at him with a puffed out chest. he's having the best time of his life.

"that was good. that was really good actually." he winks at you as he moves to grab the vent cover from behind him. he places it back over the hole with a painfully slow pace, surely just to make you suffer even some more. he's sick. he's still visible enough for you to see the infuriating smile on his lips as he plays with you. "you did take my keycard though."

right.

he's as bratty as they come, as pretty as they come. petty! petty...

and this is his little payback. you're going to burn his house down. preferably when he's still in it. he gets on your nerves like nothing else. his eyes fucking sparkle from between the metal bars of the vent cover and your fingers curl into tight fists on your sides.

"i hate you."

"you'll get over it, baby. i'll see you later, yeah?"

his pearly whites flash at you one last time and then he's already climbing over the cover, heading straight for the room where they keep the goodies. without you.

...

a dusty suit, sweat, aching shoulders and pure, unadulterated rage.

you need a new plan.

and a fucking drink.

#how he convinced u to do this i don't know #but then again he does have the best puppy-eyes known to mankind doesn't he... #anyway everybody say hello to con-artist!gojo #i have many ideas for him hehehehe #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo drabble #gojo fanfic #gojo oneshot #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru oneshot #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo fanfiction #jjk gojo satoru #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #con-artist!gojo

[sacharinee]

could you write something like tony accidentally finding our peter and his daughter (the reader) are dating then always teasing them about it, even though he’s secretly their biggest shipper🫶

pairing: peter parker x reader

w/c: 900+

a/n: hi anonnn, srry it took awhile- this was cute and fun!! so ty for that, i love secret!bf!peter :)

“you know you can’t keep sneaking in my room forever, right, pete?”

the pretty brunette sits atop your cushy comforter, breathless as he rips off the humid mask.

the poor boy is looking up at you in all innocence. his mouth is agape, hair messy, and eyes wide with pure exhilaration; so excited to finally be alone with you after tiptoeing around your father all day. 

the sight before you makes you feel all warm inside, your provocative thoughts threatening to corrupt your sweet boyfriend.

peter takes a deep breath when you take a seat on his lap, hands immediately settling on either side of your hips.

he looks you up and down, “ehhh, i don’t know, y/n/n. kinda seems like you’re into it,” he teases.

you offer him a shrug, as your hands snake around his shoulders, pulling him inches closer to your lips, “maybe just a little.”

he’s relaxed at your touch, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, 

“huh, didn’t peg you as a fan of breaking and entering,” he jokes.

“mm only when it’s a certain spider.”

your boyfriend exhales as he leans back a bit, smirking, “oh yeah?” 

one of his hands leaves your waist to push back his unruly hair, then swiftly flexes his bicep exaggeratingly, “i don’t blame you,” he shrugs, “i had a hunch you had a thing goin’ on for-”

you’re quick to shut him up, attacking his sweet lips with yours. 

your hand falls to his firm bicep and he’s laughing into your sudden kiss, instantly melting against you. his hand resumes his place on your hip, curling it around your side, and pushing you further into him.

“y/n,”

peter holds himself up by his elbows as you push your weight down further onto him. 

“baby,”

he couldn’t think straight when you were on top of him, let alone near him. all his worries of getting caught are thrown out the window when a deep groan rumbles from his throat.

he’s like putty in your hands, his head and limbs going numb at your touch.

and while it was difficult to deny the way your heart races at moments like this with peter, you couldn’t help but feel at such ease around him. when something you know is intrinsically wrong but feels so right, you were tired of peter being your guilty pleasure. 

you know the disapproving thoughts your father would muster up had you and your boyfriend publicly announced your official relationship. 

however, there were often many things you’d fail to notice. like how he’d mutter under his breath of the amount of money he could bet that a certain webhead would set off the security system yet again as sipped his midnight coffee. or when he would prepare a breakfast dish for you to take to your room, one that he knew would be too much for you to finish and unintentionally feed your boyfriend as well. 

sometimes you wonder if this boy was worth risking everything for.

but with peter softly panting against you, all doubts leave your mind and there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be but with him.

“what was that, petey?”

he’s swift in flipping you over, pushing you against the silky mattress.

“shut up,” he whispers as he tenderly attaches your lips once more. 

as he moves down your body, he isn’t shy with his wandering hands when he caresses your breasts over your shirt, pushing the cloth higher and kissing down your stomach, heat rapidly growing at your core. 

you’re flushed with excitement and when you take a look at the boy below, you can tell he is too.

finally, he rests his hands just above the waistband of your shorts, fingers gently stroking the skin below your navel. 

“i’m thinking… that you really enjoy our sneaking around,” his curls obstruct your view from his sultry eyes. your fingers weave their way through his locks, his strong gaze on you has your beaming red, and you’re desperate for him to do anything, 

“maybe, almost as much as me?” he’s teasing you, the roles are reversed and now you’re the one begging him.

he’s painfully slow in stripping you of your loose shorts, leaving your bottom half in just your panties.

your eyes close in bliss as you tilt your head back when peter kisses the inner of your thighs and he grunts at the sudden pull of his hair. his fingers are grasping onto your underwear torturously pulling the garment down when-

“hey honey, have you seen my-”

sad to say, peter’s spidey sense wasn’t quick enough to mask the obscene sight that your poor father had walked in on.

“jesus fuck!”

peter scrambles away from you handing you a pillow to save you some decency. 

and tony’s back on the other side of the closed door, clearly horrified at the very scene, “are you fucking kidding me!?”

“it’s not what it looks like mr. stark! s-sorry!” you stare at peter with a displeased look, rolling your eyes at both your dad’s and boyfriend’s reactions. 

his eyes are frantic when he looks to you for help, “i-i wasn’t doing anything i swear! i was just, checking out a-uh… a mole?” 

you give him an offended face, “a mole? seriously, pete?”

“i don’t know!”

while the two of you bicker, natasha is there waiting on the other side, an aggravated expression painted on her face.

tony clicks his tongue when he meets her outside, “well, that certainly wasn’t how i was expecting to find them, but…” 

“yea, whatever,” nat scoffs. rolling her eyes, she shoves a twenty dollar bill to his chest, too annoyed with the fact that she just lost a stupid bet to the billionaire.

“told you so.”

#m’s clubhouse! 🎧 #m writes ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ #how tf do u end this #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #mcu!peter parker x reader #mcu!peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman #spider-man #spiderman x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker blurb #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker writing #college peter parker

[mosaickiwi]

Someone In Between; Something Intertwined

Your babyboi Rendacted (from @14dayswithyou) struggles to be himself in your new-ish relationship. Gender neutral reader c:

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

You haphazardly pushed a cart full of returned books across the library. It'd been such a long day. Elanor had called in sick, so on top of desk duty, both the morning and afternoon story times fell on you. The kids were well behaved—as well behaved as elementary schoolers could be, anyway—but by the time it finished you were at your limit. The only solace was that today was Friday, so you had the whole weekend to spend at your boyfriend's apartment. A smile bloomed on your face and you couldn't help but push the cart a little faster as you thought about them, surely waiting outside already. 

Ren, your tall, clingy, dark-haired-at-the-roots boyfriend. It'd been 5 months since you officially started dating, and 4 months since he'd been convinced to let go of the Haruko persona. It was agonizingly slow progress, you still didn't know him well—he came off a bit neutral sometimes, unsure how to act around you before reverting to Haruko or a blank slate to mirror you. But you were happy that small parts of the real him managed to peek through over the months, no matter how much time it took. And it was taking a long time.

As you opened the overflow room, you checked the clock on the wall. It was barely 4 minutes until the end of your shift. The cart bumped over the threshold when you pushed it in and locked the door. Once that was taken care of, you did a quick look over the computer and study areas, picking up scrap papers and trash to put in the bin before heading to the break room, then your desk to grab all your things. 

You took a peek in Conan's office to bid him goodbye. "I'll see you next week! Enjoy your weekend," you said with a cheery voice and walked towards the entrance.

"You too!" he called after you. 

The doors flew open and you practically skipped with relief out into the cool autumn air. You spotted Ren leaning against the brick of the building, dressed in their now-usual style of black on black on more black. His hair was partially tied up in a ponytail, most of it still a pastel pink that fell over his shoulders. From the low collar on his shirt, you could see he'd covered his tattoos with makeup, but a few of his piercings were in. He was trying, and that meant so much to you. His ocean blue eyes were focused on the phone in his hand, so he didn't notice you at first.

"Ren!" You sang out their name and bounced over to them. 

He looked up in surprise before quickly smiling. "I was just texting you," he said and put his phone in his pocket. "Hey, Angel."

"Hiiii," you said as you grabbed his hand, taking gleeful notice of the light blush forming on his cheeks as your fingers laced together. At first you used to think it was only his Haruko persona when he blushed at any contact—but it turned out they really liked holding hands. It was the first thing you learned to keep in mind about the real him. So you made sure to do it as often as possible. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's only 5:01."

"And I'm sure you got here much earlier," you teased him, earning his embarrassed agreement when he flushed a deeper pink.

"Just 20 minutes," Ren mumbled and changed the subject. "Did y'want to stop anywhere? We don't have to go straight to my apartment."

"Nope! Work's got me feeling lazy. I'm all yours for the rest of the night." With that, you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. 

He kissed you back on the lips, his snake bites catching the light as he smiled. He didn't even try to hide how happy he was. "Good."

~

An hour later, you were sitting on his couch eating pizza, a horror movie on low in the background while you chatted. You'd gotten half the pizza with your favorite toppings and—with a lot of stubborn encouragement on your part—Ren had gotten what were supposed to be his favorites. There was some overlap with a few of them, but he swore up and down they were things he liked. 

"L-Lots of people like pepperoni," he insisted. "You can't be suspicious of that one. It's basic."

"You got more than pepperoni to be suspicious about. But, true. I'll allow it," you conceded and munched away at the last of your pizza slice.

"Besides, I'm not that picky about food."

You swallowed, thinking about the age old debate about pizza toppings. "Pineapple on pizza?" Right on cue, the next victim in the movie shrieked in bloody terror.

"I'd eat it," he said after a moment of thought.

"Oh. Anchovies?" The screams continued.

He was a little more confident on this one. "Yup." 

"What about the really weird toppings?" you asked. You inwardly grimaced as you vaguely remembered a weird picture Moth had sent.. "Like… corn and chocolate?" 

Ren made a face between confused and disgusted. "Together? On pizza? People eat that?"

"Maybe. Probably," you said and shrugged. You grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and wiped your hands, then stood to throw away your paper plate. "People eat plenty of weirder things."

He paused the movie and quickly followed you into the kitchen with his own plate; he'd finished eating a little bit before you. As he trailed you to the trash can, then the sink, he spoke honestly, "It sounds really… out there. I don't think I'd eat it."

"Hmm," you said as you pumped the soap dispenser. You weren't sure if his answer would change if you said you'd eat it—not that you would, ew—but it was nice for him to voice his own opinions without trying to hear yours first.

You felt him trap you against the counter and rest his chin on your head. His arms came around you, but he only began washing his own hands as you were doing. It was an oddly comforting position.

An easy silence fell over the two of you, only broken by the rush of water from the tap. Eventually, the water stopped and he grabbed a paper towel, quickly drying his hands. You expected him to move, but instead he grabbed another towel and started drying your hands for you. He seemed content, even humming quietly to himself. So you simply watched. His rough fingers were steady as he delicately went over every inch of your hands until they were completely dry. He wasn't even half as thorough with himself; it was cute.

"You're really touchy," you innocently blurted out.

Ren suddenly let go, as if he'd been burned. "S-Sorry, Angel. I should've asked—" He quickly backed off, putting distance between you two and fiddling with his sleeves.

You realized your mistake and turned around, shaking your head in apology. Without the persona as a barrier, he was more on edge about your reactions sometimes. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Here—hand, please," you demanded and held out your own to him. He cautiously took it and you smiled, closing the space to pull him into a hug. "See? No harm done. Touchy is good. Wonderful, even."

Despite the blush on his face, he seemed relieved. "Really?"

"Almost as wonderful as corn and chocolate pizza," you teased.

He laughed for a moment before squeezing you against his chest. "There's no way you'd actually eat that," he mumbled above you and got even quieter. "I'm so sorry, Angel. 'M afraid you'll push me away one day."

His arms felt so nice wrapped around you, but his words broke your heart. "I'd never do that. I care about you, Ren. Okay?" you whispered into his shirt. Your fingers curled tightly into the fabric and you pressed on. "Not Haruko, not anyone else." His real name slipped out in a quiet whisper. "You."

A rather stressful sigh left him and he started rambling, "I'm trying my best. And I get what you mean, but it's hard t’believe you'd want me as I am. I'm less than perfect for you. Why would you want that?"

"I don't need or want 'perfect' like I'm a test you studied for," you huffed in frustration and looked up at them, shocked to find hurt and loneliness in their gaze. "I'm not mad at you!" you immediately sought to reassure him. "But I want to accept you like you've accepted me, warts and all. I'm not perfect either."

"Except that you are per—" he opened his mouth to protest, but the way your eyes narrowed had him choosing his final word carefully. "Are… person?" He pulled away to fiddle with the hem of his sleeve. "I just can’t trust you’d like me when I haven’t been myself that often. You don’t know me that well.” His bangs covered his eyes as he lowered his head and looked away.

“I like the parts I’ve seen,” you stubbornly declared and crossed your arms, rapidly firing off the list you kept in your head. “You sleep like a corpse, you’re a tease and a flirt—even worse in bed. You won’t give anyone the time of day but me, you like your coffee black but somehow have a ridiculous sweet tooth.”

“Angel.” They tried to get your attention, but you didn’t hear them. 

“Little things make you happy even though you’re a pessimist, a drama queen when you want to get your way, a smug, petty brat on top of that, a total fucking geek if I’m being honest—sometimes you get really excited and babble about tech I don’t understand—and the very first thing I learned—”

“Angel,” he interrupted a little louder with a touch on your shoulder and you snapped out of it. Gentle as could be, he pried your fingers away from your arm. You didn’t realize you were practically digging your nails into your skin from how riled up you were. “Okay,” he continued in a low voice, a tinge of awkwardness to it. “You know me, in some ways.”

You smiled up at him, just as self-conscious about your momentary rant. “You really, really like holding hands, too,” you quietly pointed out and wiggled your fingers in his grip. He hadn’t let go, not that you wanted him to.

“I didn’t think there was so much of me—the real me—that you cared enough to notice,” he said, idly tracing over your fingertips. The gentle touch comforted you.

“It’s all important to me. And it made me so excited when I could see those little parts of you," you admitted with a nervous laugh. “This is embarrassing, but I'd try to write down all the things I'd learn when I got home so I wouldn’t forget. But then I’d scribble and tear up the papers—I’d think to myself like ‘that’s creepy, stop it you weirdo.’ Isn’t it though? Taking notes on someone is a bit much.”

Ren seemed to piece something together in his mind before answering confidently, “Not at all, in fact it’s really cute. Who's studying for who, here?”

Heat flushed your cheeks and you blew out a silent breath from pursed lips. “I wasn’t studying. I was happy that you were being yourself! There are so many quirks or habits you don't realize that just make me fall more in… love… with you…?” You trailed off, eyes widening in tandem with theirs as you both processed what you'd just said.

The confused look on his face had you positive that his brain was malfunctioning. At least yours certainly was. “Ah—In love? Like you love me?” he asked in disbelief and repeated himself. "You love me?"

You nodded robotically, wanting to melt into the marble floor. You did love him. And all the little pieces that shined through the cracks in his act. You loved getting to know him, good and bad, bratty or sweet. Confessing to note taking already had you flustered, yet here you were, continuing to run your mouth and put it all out there. “Yeah... I love you,” you managed to say in spite of yourself.

He lifted you off the ground by your waist, drawing a weird squeaking noise you had surely never made before out of you. He didn't seem bothered as he sat you down on the counter and tenderly kissed your forehead. “I love you, Angel. More than anything,” he breathed out against your skin then pulled back. “I really love you.” His hand brushed stray hairs away from your face before he was cupping your cheek, staring at you for a long while with a shamelessly adoring smile. 

Sirens started blaring in your head the longer nothing happened, so you quietly asked, “Can you kiss me before more embarrassing stuff comes out my mouth?”

“Ahh, um, I’m kind of—overstimulated? Overwhelmed? I never thought I'd hear y'say you love me," he confessed with giddiness. "I can’t decide between teasing you or crying from happiness."

“If you tease me right now I’m going to be the one crying."

That got him to choose. Not a moment sooner, he finally kissed you. The sirens in your head quieted down, only to be replaced by butterflies in your stomach as your eyes closed. He was just as affectionate as he always was, but you could tell he had trouble holding his emotions back from the way his hand gripped your thigh. There was a trembling excitement to the gentle kisses he gave. Ren was clearly on cloud nine. His lips drew a feather light trail from the corner of your mouth up to your ear, barely tickling you as he lingered.

“Angel,” he whispered softly as his thumb traced circles on your leg.

You tilted your head to look at him, feeling pure bliss from his affection. “Hmm?”

“Don’t tear up your study notes next time. ‘Wanna read ‘em.”

“Noo!"

#14dwy #14 days with you #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #thing that sits in my drafts mocking me as it gets longer and longer #is there fluff? angst? comfort? heck if i know #OOC? gosh probably #proofread except i will find typos later anyway #lmk if i need to tag anything #how do u use this gay little site /j

[awtonomie]

— epilogue 00.

“ too sweet. “

joel miller was a shot of whiskey. you were a raspberry daiquiri. not to be mixed, but something about joel drew you impossibly near. you knew good and well you were too young for him. but did that stop your heart from rattling in your chest and your knees from going weak every time you stepped near him and inhaled the scent of coffee, whiskey, and spice ? absolutely not. and did it especially help that he was your father’s closest friend and colleague? no. and… shouldn’t that should mean joel was off limits? technically, yes, but... where’s the fun in that?

not to mention that joel was like, what , twenty years older than you? i mean, yeah, you were of age. maybe your dad didn’t need to know.. problem was, the guy saw you as a total kid. and you needed to prove him wrong.

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description : dbf!joel and younger reader ( of age ), younger reader pursuing joel, old man says no? yes? we’ll see! based off too sweet by hozier. my man is a beautiful lyricist 💕.

a / n : hi guys :) possible new series, chapter 1 will be up soon !!

wc : 172

#awtonomie #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #dbf!joel #oldermen #hozier #too sweet #howdy #okay dawg what now #chapters coming soon i suppose #how tf do u write #idk how to tag this #read this buddy #okay! #bai :3

[prngsie]

i actually like my wolfstar flawed and human and bickering and hurt and sometimes not totally trusting but willing to put in the effort and choose each other anyway despite that lack of trust, you know?

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #the marauders #idk why the thought occurred to me but i've been seeing a lot of just #let wolfstar be fluff and annihilate the history they have together discourse #and man #how #i know canon is not real nor relevant but the prank is a masterful fixed point event to me #like the prank is essential to define wolfstar #so like #how do u ignore that #how would they grow as people otherwise

[hiphopcherrrypop]

Would you draw some Jabashiri x Hagure fluff? Idk, just something where they are softies for each other ❤️

The brainrot is brainrotting

meoww

#u mean the cat... right?? #bucchigiri?! #bucchigiri #bucchigiri fanart #jabashiri nagare #hagure tatsuto #does this count as fluff #i wanted to do another nicer drawing just of them walking together but i was strugglinggg with it #i looove scenes where a character is like '[the sky or wtvr] is beautiful isnt it??' and the other agrees but is only looking at them #idc how many times i could see it i will always eat that up! #anyways i think hagure would be a big cat person considering he looks like a sopping wet cat half the time #hc he cant have pets at home but there's a sweet neighborhood stray he luvs

[theynchapter]

❝ JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE ❞ boyfriend!choi yeonjun.

A/N … special dt @tatanbin here bc u read this piece the first time it was posted as a wip and left extremely generous feedback 😭 and i am forever grateful <3

you and your boyfriend were walking down the street one winter evening when you felt a sudden chill brush past your face.

you quivered as you shook your head from the unanticipated breeze. “god it’s cold. i feel jack frost nipping at my nose.”

“um, no.” yeonjun puffs a heavy breath out of his mouth, the winter fog making an icy cloud out of his demeanor. “i find that phrase quite offensive, actually.”

you laugh a little. “and why is that?”

“it shouldn't be jack frost nipping at your nose. it should be me.” yeonjun emits a low growl comically similar to a guard dog, pretending to bite at your face just a few centimeters away. “your boyfriend. me.”

you laugh even harder, and that made your boyfriend frown even more.

“what’s so funny?”

“christ, jjunie,” you sigh delightedly as you rub a hand through your face in bare attempt to keep it warm. “it's just an expression.”

“an offensive one.”

“jack frost isn't even real.”

“how do you know?” the silver-haired challenges, eyebrows raised in triumph. “why do you think we have winter here?”

“uh, the tilt of the earth's axis?”

“wow.” yeonjun clicked his tongue as he shook his head in a teasingly solemn manner. “now you're just pushing it.”

neither of you happen to realize you've already stopped walking until you hear the wicked giggles of three children, hiding behind the bench that was barely a few feet away. lost, you tilt your head to the side as their's tilted up in salute to what was above waiting for you both. oh.

oh.

a pair of evergreen leaves aligned by a small cluster of three red berries. what perfect timing.

the man beside you let out what was nearly an inaudible gasp before snickering and looking away. after a minute of shared laughter, he then diverted his attention to the kids to stick out his tongue at them playfully.

“run along now children, things like these are a bit too graphic for your age!” and then it was your turn to gasp as you pushed your boyfriend out of reach.

yeonjun laughed pridefully before grabbing ahold of your waist and pulling you close. his wide grin soon tamed into a smaller tight-lipped smile but that made no utter difference to the amount of love his eyes had it in for you. his forehead pressed against yours once he leaned overwhelmingly near, eyes fluttered shut and that was your cue to do so as well—

“OW!” you yelp, grabbing your now reddening nose. “yeonjun, what the hell!”

“oops.” your boyfriend now wore that shit-eating smirk of an accomplishment (the one you want to punch off his face really bad), leaned against the outer brick wall as he mindlessly picks at his nails. he then chuckles at your bewildered state before pecking the tip of your nose in the form of an unspoken apology.

“i didn’t bite too hard, did i, snowflake?”

#yeonjun is so jack frost-coded u guys how do i explain it #he is just so. #anyway i hope u all had a happy holiday ^_^ #txt x reader #txt imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt #choi yeonjun #txt drabbles #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun drabbles #yeonjun fluff #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #kai kamal huening #hueningkai #yeonjun oneshot #kpop drabbles #txt fluff #txt au #kpop imagines #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #txt headcanons #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #kpop reader insert

[weird-bookworm]

7:48 ᴘᴍ

warning! beaches and water and one mention of going underwater? it this triggering? idk but i'm putting it here just in case !!

this trip was not planned.

you are sitting in your car, sipping coffee and driving to the nearest beach, while wonwoo sits in the passenger seat ("you be the passenger princess today, i feel like driving"), almost half asleep. both of you had stayed up until late last night, packing for an overnight trip for the weekend.

the idea literally came out of nowhere, but it just sounded so perfect you knew you had to convince wonwoo. the simp that he is though, he agreed without any resistance, and the two of you started packing.

you check your phone for the directions once you hear the telltale deep snores of your boyfriend, just to see there was a three hour drive still left. you groan and wonder why you chose to drive, but one look at wonwoo's face makes you straighten up and continue on.

"ready for the beach?"

wonwoo is already wearing swin trunks and a loose hawaii patterned shirt ("wonwoo, i love you, but please don't take that thing, it's embarrassing" "all the more reason to take it then!") and has a bag full of things you might need a the beach.

"yeah, just gimme a second," you pick up another, smaller bag, with things like sunscreen and sunglasses, and hook your arm around wonwoo's, "let's go."

the beach is not too crowded, but there is just enough life around for the day to be fun. wonwoo first focuses on setting up a parasol and laying down the towels beneath it, as you take off your t-shirt and shorts for your swimsuit underneath.

then, as you excitedly wait for him to finish his task, he takes out a book and sits on his towel. to read. oh, hell no.

five minutes and lots of pouting later, you manage to get rid of wonwoo's shirt (you might have kissed him enough to distract him and then just. pulled off the shirt, but that is for him to know and for us to never find out).

of course while he (half heartedly) complains about you being unfair, you take time to admire his body— you admit it, you are shameless, but also, he's literally your boyfriend, you have every right to ogle him whenever and wherever.

he catches you in the act and smirks knowingly at your red cheeks at being caught, but you thank the gods because he says nothing about it. you apply sunscreen on his back (while, yet again, enjoying the muscles rippling below your palms) thoroughly, and then you are ready to go.

you have fun in the water, splashing water at each other and running straight into oncoming waves. for someone who wanted to read on a beach instead of enjoying the summer day, wonwoo is a really good swimmer. he easily submerges in the water (which makes you wonder how well he's holding up without his glasses) to scare you and stands like a rock when you try to shove him inside.

you don't know if you find it sexy or annoying.

after about three hours of fun, the two of you decide to get out of the water and spend time together on the soft sand. the sun is setting, leaving a warm glow all around, and the beach has almost descended into a comfortable silence.

it's romantic, despite the salty water clinging to your clothes and the rigorous hair washing that you know is waiting for you back at the hotel.

but for now, you only have eyes for wonwoo (who has already wiped himself and is sitting down to continue reading— this man) and the adorable smile that lights up his face.

@blue-jisungs this is for you <;33

#and yet again #fuck the tags #how tf do u even tag like???? #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #svt #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #shirtless wonwoo #svt wonwoo #sky writes!!

[dazed-diary]

a/n: just a little something because i've been feeling quite winter-y lately (and I also felt like maybe posting after almost an entire year of absolutely nothing would be kinda cool too ig lol)

bkg x gn!reader - wc: .7k

warnings: it's katsuki so swearing lol u know the drill

katsuki is so cute bundled up in his winter clothes. 

you’re also pretty sure he doesn’t realize it. the way his thick woolly scarf comes up to his red nose, the fabric almost covering it fully as he sniffles occasionally, its color nicely complimenting the shine of his eyes. 

he looks quite grumpy in that state, usually preferring warmth over the cold because of his quirk, but somehow his scrunched-up face even adds to his cuteness, you think. 

red eyes move from the scenery to you, narrowing as he huffs out a breath that materializes in a white cloud in front of him. 

“what.” 

you realize you must have been staring and break out into a grin. “nothing,” you say and bury your hands deeper into the pockets of your jacket as you tear your eyes away, looking over the scenery instead and feigning innocence. 

katsuki huffs out a breath of frustration and takes a step towards you. “do i got something on my face, or what?” 

you really have to bite back your laugh now, averting your gaze so he doesn’t catch the way the corners of your mouth quirk upwards. “nope,” you pop the p as you turn away from him. 

“oi, what the fuck is it.” 

his question sounds like more of a demand, the words are almost growled now as he tries to keep his voice down as if you two aren’t the only people on this snowy hill outside the city right now. 

you know there’s no actual bite behind his words and the reason behind his agitation is merely his impatience and curiosity - which of course he would never admit to out loud, but you know him, and so you allow yourself to enjoy your little game for a moment longer, before you suddenly turn around to him and look him in the eyes. 

“you’re just so pretty, katsuki!” you finally answer him, then, and watch in amusement as his eyes widen and his face turns red, before his eyebrows furrow and he takes a startled step back. 

“what-“ he looks as if he’s seen a ghost, but composes himself quickly, avoiding eye contact. “oh, shut up.” 

you laugh as he grumbles something unintelligible, the blush on his cheeks showing no sign of disappearing. 

“what was that?” you ask, stepping closer and raising a hand to cup over your ear. 

suddenly, he spins around and leans forward until his face is so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off of him, taking you by surprise. 

“i said,” his voice is low, and as he exhales, his breath is forming a tiny cloud again, the air hot on your face, “you’re an idiot.” 

you’re frozen in place, only able to watch as he spins around again and starts walking down the hill the way you came. you’re sure that by now, your own face must be at least as red as his, if not even more. 

halfway down, katsuki stops and turns around, looking at you with a neutral expression. “you comin’?” he yells, seemingly impatient because you’re just standing there, but you know better. 

his mask of nonchalance is good, but even from where you’re standing, you can see the way his eyes are still focused on your face, studying your flustered expression, a tiny smirk threatening to stretch over his lips.  

the discovery pulls you out of your stupor, brow furrowing as you jog in his direction to catch up. “that little asshole,” you mutter to yourself, your own smile playing on your lips as you shake your head.

when you catch up to him, katsuki has a shit-eating grin on his face and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes at him. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks with that false concern, barely bothering to hide his teasing tone. 

“nothing,” you laugh as you jokingly elbow him. he elbows back, although softly, and it makes a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your chest that drowns out the cold. in that moment, tiny, white snowflakes start falling from the sky, landing softly on the ground, the branches, and in katsuki’s hair. 

“look, it’s snowing!” you take in the sight around you with a grin. 

“yeah, i noticed,” katsuki grumbles, narrowing his eyes as he looks up. 

you don’t think he realizes the way he buries his face further into his scarf, and it makes you laugh. 

“what?” he asks gruffly, focusing his gaze back onto you. 

“nothing,” you grin at him and take his gloved hand into yours. “let’s go home.” 

he looks at you, an indecipherable expression on his face and for a moment, you’re unable to look away. 

“yeah,” he says then, squeezing your hand. “let’s.”

#uuuuhhhhhhhh soooooo heyyyy #how's everyone doing? #('everyone' being the like two people that might stumble across this on accident lol) #uh anyways it's been some time #formatting is still as painful as ever on this site i see #but uh yeah #i've been writing this whole time it's just #longer things i'll never finish yk #writing is hard #hope u like it #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki fluff

[torhues]

kuroo tetsuro.

silence fills your kitchen, a wisp emerges from your coffee and vanishes into thin air. your fingers tip press a little harder around your cup; there's something wrong with kuroo today.

you notice the way he hasn't looked at you since you've sat at the table for breakfast, you've been noticing for a while; his actions— antics, watching him do things he usually doesn't, making decisions he generally wouldn't, say things he doesn't mean otherwise. you've been noticing for over a month, and it feels that the kuroo you knew has simply became a distant memory. the more you think about it, the further it drifts away, morphing into ancient history.

sometimes, you think you're dreaming.

"you friend from work called, inviting us to his farewell party," you break the silence, but your eyes are fixed on the ceramic plate in front of you. "i said we have other plans for the day, the highschool reunion,"

"i see," he nods, and those words mark the end of your small talk. frankly, you miss the days none of you would shut up, no matter what time of the day it was. it doesn't matter now, not really, kuroo talks when he wants, other times, it's just silence communicating with itself. "are you done shopping for the reunion?"

just like now.

for some reason, the empty plate in front of you seems more tempting than the question he asked. you remember winning the whole crockery set at a couple game around two years ago, or three, maybe. you're not sure, the timeline is getting blurry inside your mind. you leave his question unattended like the coffee in your cup, to see if he cares about a response.

a second passes, then another, one more, kuroo grabs the newspaper kept on the further right corner of the kitchen counter. it's as if the question doesn't mean anything— your response doesn't mean anything, perhaps, would be a better conclusion. you hope you're dreaming, because the kuroo sitting in front of you doesn't seem like the person you fell in love with.

"you know, i think we shouldn't attend the reunion either," you give in either way, putting your plate aside, leaning on the counter with a smile in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

kuroo looks up. "oh," but, he's looking somewhere else. your hair, shoulder, the paining behind you, anywhere, but your eyes. there's a certain look in his eyes, grief, guilt— remorse, and you want to ask him, what is it that turned you into someone so unfamiliar?

his eyes shift back to the newspaper. "suit yourself. i have a few meetings that day, either way,"

you wonder if he cares, you realise he doesn't.

and you can't take it anymore.

actually, there's a question you've been wearing on the tip of your tongue for days now, finding the right moment to ask him. it would be a lie if you said life didn't give you any opportunities, you just weren't able to bring yourself ask it. you aren't brave when it comes to such things, never were, never would be, talking about love scares you. you never know how the conversation would turn out. there are too many risks.

falling for him was the first one you took, confronting him would be probably be the last one with him.

"i think you don't love me anymore,"

a pause; you notice the hesitation laced in his expression, it doesn't faze you anymore.

kuroo nods faintly. his eyes don't leave the sight of the empty cup in front of him, as if it's staring back at him. his lips press into a thin line as the unsaid words intoxicate the silence spinning in the air. he sighs; the empty cup reminds him of something, of himself, his heart,

and so, kuroo finally musters up the courage to look into your eyes. "i know, i've noticed."

— inspired by vie's prompts ( 5th one )

#♡ hues'. #♡ handmade. #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu angst #kuroo angst #haikyuu fic #kuroo fic #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo drabble #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo headcanons #hq kuroo #hq angst #kuroo imagines #haikyuu imagines #idk how ppl like fluff like i am so good at angst i can never do that well with fluff tbh #hope u enjoy this tho

[thegengarprincess]

“Dobro jutro,ljubi.” “Dobro jutro,sonček.”

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Gene: Pure tooth-rotting *FLUFF*

Summery: Just a glimpse of what a normal lazy morning looks like 4 the husbands ever,except it’s their half-year anniversary N after some reminiscing,Jan decides 2 ask his now boyfriend of half a year if he still remembers the morning after they became official,and boy does Nace remember~

Disclaimer: *All* of this is completely fictional and im not associating this with the real people whatsoever,I just like using these silly lil pretty Balkan men as my Barbie dolls,the moment either of them say their uncomfortable with fanfic im deleting the whole thing,k.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*🐈‍⬛🐕*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This was it.By now it had been almost a whole year since Martin brought *him* to meet the boys,the man who would replace one of his best friends all so they could keep making music.Jan knew why he had to leave yet it still stung to say goodbye when Martin had been through basically *everything* with the band till now.But what Jan didn’t know back then,no matter how much he believed logic would *always* triumph over love,was that “the new Martin” would end up proving only *sometimes* logic can triumph over love,*especially* when it comes to his now boyfriend and bassist,*Nace Jordan.* Which is how he found himself here,snuggled up in Nace’s bed with an arm wrapped securely yet ever so gently around his slightly smaller frame,Ollie curled up near his legs and snoring just as loudly as a *certain* brunette who had a tendency of reminding him of the small creature sometimes.He slowly awoke to the sound of a familiar yawn which could only come from one person,the one who had been sleeping beside and stayed with him through every rough night for *months* now,and hopefully forever when he can finally afford to go ring shopping,only the best for *his* Nacko afterall and nothing less. Nace tossed onto his side so he could see that perpetually half asleep face he’d come to adore so *so* much,when said face asked him a question along the lines of: “Do you still remember the morning after we became..*this*?” Jan said to him,voice still raspy from sleep ,using his finger to point at himself than Nace. “You mean the morning after we fucked eachother’s brains out in some dingy club bathroom while the rest of the boys were shitfaced drunk N doing god knows what then you told me the first time we saw eachother you forget how to *breath*.” he chuckled which also elected a giggle out of Jan,a sound he would *love* to keep in a jar and listen to on repeat when he has a off day. “Forgetting how 2 breath wasn’t the first thing I did when we met,you know.” “Then what was?” “How to think after I saw ur tattoo sleeve up close for the first time during one of our first gigs together,you had *no* idea what that did to me back then.” slowly tracing along the ink that adorned his boyfriends arm,all away to his shoulder as he planted a kiss on one of the last ink covered patches on the others skin. “Buttt I do now,alot actually.” “How so?” Nace pulled him closer and whispered the answer into his ear,breath ghosting slightly over his lobe,making a small smile tug at his lips. “Cause of all the bite marks and hickeys I always find scattered on them the next morning~” it was Jan’s turn to laugh now when Nace started to place a trail of kisses down his ear.watching the tips go a dark shade of red which always looked good when he was the one wearing it. “Not like you can really blame me tho,tattoos are hot as fuck *especially* when they belong to my extremely sexy and beautiful boyfriend!” he cupped the boyfriends in questions face in his hands and just *admired* him till Nace spoke again. “And who’s that?” Nace questioned as if he didn’t know who he belonged to. “You.” were the only words that came out of Jan’s mouth before he kissed him,slow but it was one of the sweetest kisses he’d ever given,that’s only natural when ur man’s a literal *angel* with the softest lips known to man afterall. Tho it stared off as a innocent “good morning /wake up kiss” which *may* have led to a full on makeout session,both men stayed like that for awhile,only breaking the kiss so they could get some air in their lungs,gently pressing their foreheads together and staring into the others eyes for what could have been an eternity,not like either of them would mind of course. “Dubro jutro,ljubi.” “Dubro jutro,sonček.” And if Jan and Nace from half a year ago knew this is what that faithful day where Martin brought him into the studio to the boys would lead to,maybe getting a new bassist wasn’t the worst idea in the world afterall~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*💜❤️*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

(BIG BIG TY 2 ONE OF MY FAVE MOOTS @da-proti-toku-grem 4 ANSWERING MY ASK EARLIER N GETTING MY MOTIVATION 2 WRITE BACK INTO GEAR N HELPING WITH LAST MIN NERVES B4 POSTING!! 🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶 ur truly such.a.f4n.*SWEETHEART* N I hope one day I can be just as good of a writer as U are! I fr always start kicking my feet N twirling my hair when I see U in my inbox,seeing the lil notification with ur user *ALWAYS* makes my day better + U were one of the first blogs i started following N was a huge idol of mine back when I was a lurker!! X33 luv ya Maca ,4 aslong as we have the boys and 4ever <3333333333)

#first time writing a fic N how the *F4* do U guys do this 😭😭 #just wanted 2 write smh fluffy 4 the husbands cuz they deserve 2 live a happy life were everything’s perfect N nothing hurts :3 #also cuz im *STARVING* 4 Jance flavoured fluff N if I have 2 write it myself then so be it! ☺️☺️ #big juicy and Jan je bog #joker out #nace jordan #jan peteh #jance #fanfic #I lobe them sm it’s not even *fair* anymore :’33

[crimeronan]

i keep reading thinkpieces and critiques of current mainstream fiction & how fandom has influenced mainstream lit and vice versa, n some of them make salient points about how fanfic does and doesn't prime a person for writing original fiction, etc. and some of them are very "fanfic has poisoned and corrupted the youths" and "we are rotting our brains" and "old man yells at cloud." and throughout all of this i just have the unshakable feeling that no matter what side of the "culture war" (if.... it can even be called that....) u fall on, these thinkpieces are typically missing two of the most important explanations for Why The Mainstream Market Is How It Is. which have very little to do with fanfic.

1. publishers are looking for books that are easy to read, easy to hype, and easy to mass produce. great insightful well-crafted works of subversive literature are not this. cute romcom tropey fluff IS this.

and perhaps most importantly,

2. most professional writers are not very good.

#please embrace 2 and it will make u feel much better. books have never needed to be good to get published. #there is an oversaturation of books that are easy to read and fun and shallow because. most people. dont like reading #most people do not like laboring to get thru a book. they buy stuff that does not require this #therefore the market for shallow fluff is 10000000x bigger than the market for the really meaty shit. #i mean. my quickly-written humor fics get way more hits and mass appeal than my painstakingly crafted ones #and i Promise theres fanfic with all the depth worldbuilding and characterization that ppl usually look for in original fiction. #conversely i Promise there are people who started in fanfic who uh. know how to... tell a story. #been thinkin about it as i poke at my original fiction draft today

[nikikikiko]

know bc of the afk arena lore channel on disc i am BARELY holding back from writing a small oneshot abt Eugene’s true form, and his personal feelings towards it (plus a little bit of exploration on Gavus’s feeling towards it too)

man.,.. THERES SO AMNYBPSOSIBITILIES i am dying

#afk arena #afk eugene #afk gavus sort of #KSITEN #LISTEN TO MEEEE #eugene’s true form sparking up during the invasion of their cabin #morgana using that as an excuse to belittle eugene AND argue with gavus #‘’He’s a monster Gavus. You and I both saw what he became on that battlefield.’’ #‘’He’s not— that wasn’t a battlefield! He was protecting our children. He was protecting me.’’ #LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEEE #eugene true form and lucilla roughhousing #lifting both siblings on his shoulders so they can feel tall #Gavus & Eugene having a conversation about it #why Eugene doesn’t use it as his main appearance despite how magically exhausting it could be #how Gavus feels about it #And it just ending in fluff #do u hear me

[luvxiem]

cuddling with...

word count ! ~600 pairing ! mysta x gn!reader genre ! fluff song ! die alone | finneas

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

laying in bed together after a longer stream, you on the inside and him on the outside with your legs intertwined

him resting his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair as he talks about his day

him drawing shapes with his finger on the exposed skin of your waist

eventually he runs out of things to say and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, simply basking in each other’s presence

he nuzzles against your collarbone and you tilt your head down to leave a lingering kiss on his forehead

eventually though, the rumble of your stomach is bothersome enough to get up from the safety of your lover’s embrace

“we should get up so we can eat dinner,” you mumbled, playing with the ends of his hair. mysta tightens his hold on you in response.

“haidnwunergrt’p,” he replies, words muffled against your chest. laughing quietly, you asked him to repeat himself more clearly. removing himself from you rather reluctantly, he says, “i don’t wanna get up.” it’s clear to see the detective is feeling a bit lazy at the moment and would much rather stay in this little safe haven, blocking out the sounds of the city outside. however, it’s already almost midnight and you know your boyfriend hasn’t eaten since noon.

tapping his shoulder, you gently nudge him off of you so that you could sit up, ignoring his small whine in protest. climbing out of bed, he rolls over to face you as you stretch your arms above your head. the weight of his stare is heavy as you pad out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make a quick dinner for the two of you.

luckily there was still a good amount of yesterday’s rice leftover that you could use to make fried rice. quickly washing and prepping a small amount of veggies and eggs, you get to work on making a late dinner.

in the middle of frying the rice, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a warm torso against your back. you hum as mysta rests his chin on your shoulder while you add a bit of soy sauce to the pan. he doesn’t say much as you plate the rice, grabbing two spoons for you both while you bring the bowls over to the sofa.

mysta sits himself right up against you, angling his body so that your legs are thrown over his. the two of you eat in silence with you occasionally spoon feeding him more veggies. you press yourself closer to him after you finish your bowl, setting it down on the coffee table to be put away in the dishwasher later. the now sleepy detective puts his dish aside as well, pulling you down with him to lay down on the plush sofa.

“babe, we need to get ready for bed,” you laugh, pushing at his shoulder to let you go. mysta is quite strong, however, so your attempts are futile as he closes his eyes and doesn’t budge.

“five minutes,” he says, and you roll your eyes as you relax your body against him, hiding your face in his neck. mysta blindly reaches for the throw blanket the two of you keep, throwing it over the both of you before sighing out in content.

the two of you don’t wake until the morning after.

WRITTEN ! 072322

#im feeling particularly soft for him today #luvxiem.writing #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #mysta.txt #i love quiet domecisity #domesticity #????? how tf do u spell that ToT