#oh and your not bothering me by saying his! i just wanted to help a bit!

[princessbrunette]

thinking about bunny being in a slightly difficult mood, grumpy, huffing and stomping her foot around tannyhill. rafe’s trying to let her have her temper tantrum since they’re a rare occurrence. but after a few hours of her sour mood not letting up, he manhandles her rove this lap to put in her bunny plug and finger her till she cries and he’s cooing at her about how “only dad can fix that little attitude huh, bun?”

oh my god??????

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he can handle the grumpiness, stomping around in little heels and huffing at minor inconveniences. sour moods never last too long with you, so having to deal with you isn’t exactly something that concerns him. however, he is a little surprised to learn that after a few hours — you’re carrying that same amount of aggression, manicured nails digging into your palm as you storm around with clenched fists, shrugging carelessly to whatever rafe asks you and bottom lip permanently jutted into a pout.

the final straw is when you go to pull your shirt from your dresser where it was folded, tugging a little too hard and hearing a tear. usually, this wouldn’t bother you. you knew deep down that it was no biggie to get something like that fixed, and rafe would never let you walk around with holes in your clothes — but the simple act of it happening sent you over the edge, screaming at the top of your lungs and repeatedly beating the shirt on the dresser, kicking your kitten-heeled feet against the wood of it until the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend had arrived behind you.

“the fuck is —” he cuts himself off, seeing the scene before him, taking in the dramatics before instantly doing what he knew should have done hours ago. in seemingly one quick movement, rafe yanks you by the arm out the way while opening the drawer and pulling out the clean bunny buttplug just waiting for usage. “alright, alright — alright!” he yells over your fussing until it was just broken whines and cries, the boy forcing you over his lap on the bed.

“its broken—” you go to yell once more as rafe yanks up your skirt, but he cuts you off quickly — asserting his dominance in hopes you’ll simply relax.

“lower your voice kid, won’t ask you again.” he commands sternly, and luckily you don’t bother again, sucking in short breaths and sniffling into the bedsheets as he works your panties off completely, knowing you won’t be needing them anymore.

you groan when rafe slots his hand beneath your throat and lifts your head with his grip, bending as much as he can to crane over you and hold the plug to your mouth. “c’mon. get it wet. don’t waste my time.” he taps your bottom lip and you sniffle, drooling until not only the metal was coated but his fingers were too from the run off. “shit, crazy girl.” he tsks as he leans back, touching the tip of it to your puckered hole. “you’re gonna calm the hell down. alright? once this is in you’re gonna chill out. i know you need me to fix that little attitude, okay i know. but you gotta use your words and not freak out on me. daddy can’t help you otherwise. yeah?” he talks to you as he pushes it in, feeling relief in the way your body melts on his lap, still sucking in harsh breaths but slower.

“yeah.” you repeat, knowing you had to say something but your brain was in melting mode, not capable of thinking of much else.

“alright. good. now, look at me — m’gonna ask you something n’i want an answer.” he demands, slowly helping your trembling body to stand between his legs. you clutch his white shirt in your fists, grounding yourself as your tearful eyes flicker over his face. you make a noise of acknowledgment so that he can continue. “what do you want? i— i can’t fix it for you baby ‘cos i don’t know what it is.” he flings out an arm, gesturing the shirt you left strewn on the floor. “is it that? do you want me to look at that? do you need a nap? food?” he shakes his head in exasperation, wide eyes searching yours with parted lips like he was really trying to figure you out.

you sniffle, shuffling on your feet as you stand inbetween his legs, his arm around your lower back keeping you leaning on him — and you’re not saying anything. he blinks, before speaking once more. “its dick. you want dick, huh?”

you didn’t know you did. truthfully, you’d been in a god awful mood all day, feeling like everything was going wrong — and in that moment things became just a little clearer as to why that might be. rafe hadn’t fucked you all week, you’d been out and about doing your own things — which is normal and okay in every relationship — just not in yours. you needed rafe to remind you who’s boss, because you didn’t wanna have to think anymore.

“please.” you nod, fiddling with his shirt button and the hand around your back slides down to beneath your skirt, tugging at the tail before massaging his fingers over your empty hole, feeling the way it gets sticky around him.

“hm. i should’a known.” he drawls, eyeing over you before plucking at your clothes. “gotta take this off, yeah? lemme see you.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[loveydoveysunray]

yandere! masochist

T/W : Stalking, profanity, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies/behavior, jealousy, nsfw, basic yandere behavior, etc.

fem reader

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₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who was you're first love. Both of you were attending your 3rd year of high school when you both started dating. You thought he was a great guy who could do not wrong but oh how wrong you were about that.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who is actually a really kinky guy pervert that is always clingy and overprotective or over-obsessive to be exact.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who loves you so much because you're such a good person! But sometimes he wishes that you were a little more mean and rough with him. He thinks that seeing you all angry is so hot, step on him please!

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who gets all hot and bothered when you start raising your voice as him. If you were like that all the time he'd die!

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who wants to get caught jerking off to your scent with your shirt stuffed against his face and your panties tightly wrapped around his cock so you can punish him like the bad boy he is.

When he does get caught he acts as if he didn't do anything wrong in an attempt to get you even more upset at him. He hopes you let him cum before ripping your clothes out of his grasp. Once you get your clothes away from him, he notices that smirk slowly creeping onto your face. "If you like cumming to my clothes that much why didn't you just say so? You know you can ask me to give you a hand right?" you purred with a smile and straddled him on the bed he was laying on.

"[n-name] it wasn't what it looked like! you've got it all wrong!" he whimpered as you slowly began grinding on his cock. It took everything in him to not cum just by how close you were to him already and the fact that he could feel your wet pussy on his dick didn't make things better.

"What?" you asked as you looked down at him with a glare. "I think I get what's going on here enough to know that you're a secret pervert that probably does this more than I already think."

"Hmm... I guess since it's not what it looks like I can just get off and go back to what I was doing before I was here." you halted your slow grinding which caused your boyfriend to whine.

"N-no! Please keep going [name], I need it!" he whispered, hoping you'd continue. "Wow, who would've know you were such a slut for me hmm?? You really should've asked for my help from the start."

Once you said the word 'slut' your boyfriend practically passed out. How cruel of you to call him that, even if it's true.

You started rolling your hips at the same pace as before and your boyfriend's eyes rolled to the back of his head. "K-keep going please [name]...." he whimpered while you wrapped your hands around his neck to give him a kiss on the lips.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who loves when you're in control when you both sex. He wants you to sit on his face and tease his cock as much as you can with denying him his release. He wants you to always leave marks and hickeys all over his body so people know he's yours and yours alone.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who always has an arm around you when other people are around no matter what their gender identity they are, he just doesn't like when people have your attention.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! masochist who hopes you bully him more so he can cum in his pants like the pervert he is.

"c'mon [name], i just want you to sit on my face and tease my pretty cock with your beautiful mouth!"

#male yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere blog #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios

[hazz-a-bear]

YOUR HAND IN MINE, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ As soon as Junhui shot up and excused himself from the dinner table, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. If only the love of your life trusted you enough to take care of him at his worst.

.ᐟ sick junhui ( i'm sorry for inflicting pain on this boy, i really am ) fever, mention of throwing up, nervous and stressed reader, junhui needs to learn how to ask for help, the daunting ordeal of not asking to be taken care of because of the fear that comes with being a burden to your loved ones, absolute sweethearts minghao and jihoon

a/n - sick junnie is such a cat, i can cry. somebody give this boy a kiss and tell him it's okay. leave some feedback please please <3

When Jihoon suddenly puts a hand on your shoulder, you jump in your seat. Startled by his out-of-order action, you let your eyes find his, a question pausing in the air. You watch as Jihoon sighs and gives you a look - quite unreadable as always. When you simply cocks your head to the side, Jihoon is sighing again like a damsel in distress before he finally nudges his gaze towards your lap, specifically, your knee and oh –

You let your eyes zero on the way your knee bounces in sync with the song playing through the venue - a good hundred-something bpm to it and almost making it look like it's having a seizure of its' own. Wait, holy shit, were you shaking the fucking table?

"Calm down, you weren't" It's Minghao who comforts you from the other side of you, having moved to the empty seat next to you while you've been distracted. "You're fidgety"

Minghao is almost peering into you, doe eyes slightly wide as they run along your face with concern clearly written across his eyes. From your other side, Jihoon is pretending to not listen. He's long retracted his hand and sat back in his seat, but you knew he still had one year stuck in the conversation out of concern.

"Yn," Minghao almost whispers as if not to bother you. "Hey, calm down. It's okay. I'm sure he's alright"

You try your best to nod, not trusting yourself to give him a verbal answer knowing you would just end up with a whole lot of nonsense pouring out of your mouth as a result of your nerves. But still, even as you silently reassure him, you can't seem to stop the shaking in your leg, the shudder in your breath and that god-awful feeling in your gut.

"I'll go check on Jun" Jihoon says from your right, giving away how he'd been listening and making you look up at him.

He's already getting up from his place, brushing his hands against his pants as he squeezes between your chairs and slips away from the seat. From the corner of your eye, you see Minghao trying to get up as well, only to be forced back into his chair by Jihoon with a hand on his shoulder.

"Stay with her. I'll go" You hear Jihoon say to the younger, stern and a rare display of worry dripping from the words rolling out of his tongue.

"Yn? Yn, look at me" There's a light feeling of pressure on your knee, and you turn your face to meet Minghao's eyes, ever so comforting. "Hey, it's okay, honey. Jihoon hyung will check on him, okay? And then they'll be back, and then he'll be right here next to you. No need to get worked up, yeah? Junnie wouldn't want you to get worked up at all"

Minghao is peering into your face again, nodding and confirming if you've processed what he's saying before smiling kindly at you. "So, just breathe. He's okay"

The way Minghao is so careful with his words, trying to calm you down with the gentlest touch and the softest words reminds you of just how great of a person he is.

Minghao has always been so fond of you, ever since you entered Jun's life as a constant figure. At first, he might have been a little hard to approach. Considering just how protective he was of his Jun gēgē, you understood when Minghao shied away from warming up to you when you'd been introduced to each other. Junhui had been the most eager when the two of you met, almost bouncing off his feet at the mere thought of his two favourite people (his words, of course) becoming close. It had taken some time for you two to get comfortable with each other as Jun's best friend and Jun's partner, yet by now, you're convinced that Minghao considered you a sister - maybe a mother figure even. Minghao is now one of your best friends as well - the two of you often hang out by yourselves, sharing similar likings in music and flavours of tea. So it was inevitable for him to get worried when you started spacing out ten minutes into Junhui's disappearance - eyes hazy and knee starting to bound under the table.

"He kept saying he didn't feel good. He actually didn't seem well at all today" You stagger, slumping your head. "I thought it was nothing, so I didn't bother asking. Gosh, Hao, I should've checked on him a little more"

"Hey, come on" Minghao shifts in his seat, bringing a hand to rest on top of yours in an attempt to console you. "He'll be okay, I'm sure. You have nothing to be scared of. Jihoon is with him, yeah? He'll be feeling better, and he'll be back to his usual self in no time, yn"

"But I should've asked. Hao, you know perfectly well how he doesn't say out loud when he's sick. He thinks he's being a burden, so he doesn't tell me even though he needs me. And god, it worries me so much" You try your best to stay calm, seeing a few others like Joshua and Jeonghan looking your way with lifted eyebrows and confused glances.

You seriously did not want to cause a scene in the middle of the function in front of everyone - but also, you had an extent to keep your composure while your boyfriend was probably passing in the restroom.

The Seventeen boys ( or mostly Seuncheol and his wallet ) had planned a dinner party, a quiet get-together with all their close friends following the end of their tour.

Junhui had been so excited when he passed you the invite, all giddy and smiles, bouncing on his feet as he suggested the two of you should wear matching outfits and be lovey-dovey all evening to purposefully piss Jeonghan off for his 'lack of bitches/respectfully' ( Again, his words ) His excitement passed on to you, more because of Junhui's boxy smile and lit up eyes as he romped around than the whole dinner ordeal. Sure, you were just as eager to celebrate the guys finally having a moment to wind down, but seeing Junhui so happy-go sunshine was better than anything in the whole world.

When the two of you woke up this morning, Junhui hadn't forgotten to cheerily mumble into your shoulder about how he picked a suit to match your outfit, and Jeonghan was going to be so sour all night about it.

You had expected him to be stuck to you all day, talking your ear off about everything and nothing all at once since today had been an off day for him. His habitual routine at home was being stubborn all day and refusing to let go of your arm to follow you around the house like a boy cat.

You hadn't first noticed any signs of sickness at all as Junhui spent the morning like usual, clinging to your back and playing on his phone for the most part. And when he asked if he could go and lay down for a while, you'd simply thought he wanted to rest out of the weariness that came with the newly ended tour.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead before sending him off to bed to get a good rest, knowing he would have to stay active for the latter part of the night. Junhui almost slept the entire afternoon off, curled up on your bed with a newfound frown pinching his eyebrows together even in his state of unconsciousness. When you finally woke him up, Junhui had spent a fair share of minutes groaning and whining before getting out of bed, saying something about a headache, and quickly waving a hand to shoo you off when you instantly got worried.

Even as you kept asking him once the two of you left the house, he had simply smiled and pressed a soothing kiss to your temple over the console, telling you not to worry your pretty little head ( His words for the third time )

It was Seungkwan who pointed out how pale Junhui looked, joking about how he should go out into the sun a little bit more or he'd end up like Jihoon. Mingyu and Seokmin joined, saying something about how it would be another Macau situation if he didn't take care of himself enough - which made you throw a hurried gaze of worry towards Junhui, who avoided your eyes as his life depended on it.

Even Seungcheol, who mostly kept to himself turned towards you at some point during the night, quietly asking if Junhui had been eating well after returning home from the tour.

And since then, you hadn't been able to stop the waves of worry from washing over you.

Junhui had been doing a great job of trying to pretend like he was okay for the most part. The painful pinch that took over his features while he made conversation with one of the guests was gone as soon as it came. Junhui was back to his usual smile with rattled eyes darting around to see if he'd been caught. Later, when you saw him wavering on his feet, hand immediately flying to his temple, you had been by his side in an instant, asking if he was surely okay. Your boyfriend flashed his million-dollar smile at you once again, turning away to introduce you to one of his friends and successfully steering the attention away from the matter at hand.

It was when Junhui excused himself from the table to go to the restroom you started getting anxious. It was clear to anyone with a working pair of eyes that Junhui was not feeling well. Even if nobody voiced anything outright - the concerned looks the boys threw at you said enough.

And now, seeing Jihoon return with his face twisted into a scowl, you were on your feet immediately, anxiety doubling in amount and Minghao following right beside you.

"What's wrong?" Your voice came out breathless and frantic, hands reaching to hold Jihoon by the arms. "Is he okay?"

"He caught something serious by the looks of it" Jihoon sighs with an unsettling look in his eyes. "He threw up. Dinner and maybe lunch too, all of it. I tried to get him out, but he's asking for you. He doesn't look good"

From the corner of your eyes, you can see how the rest of the boys are trying to listen to your conversation, wanting to know how Jun's doing after abruptly getting up and leaving the table.

Not sparing a glance at anyone, you're pushing past Jihoon in the direction of the restrooms in an instant. If it was any other time, you would have lingered outside waiting for Junhui to come back to you instead of barging inside the men's room. But this wasn't any other time - Junhui wasn't well and he clearly needed you with him - even explicitly telling Jihoon outright.

"Junnie" You're whispering when you finally push the door to the overly luxurious restroom, gaze falling on your boyfriend sitting against the heavy door of one of the stalls.

Jihoon and Minghao, who had followed after you hot on their heels, were kind enough to wait outside without tracking your steps - possibly knowing Junhui would want some time alone with you. You knew the two would be outside with ears turned your way anyway, ready to be of help if you needed.

"My baby, what's wrong?" Without even minding the condition of the outfit you're wearing, you kneel right in front of him on the shining marble of the floor.

Junhui cracks his eyes open as you bring up a hand to his flushed face. "Yn" He croaks, the scratch in his voice making you wince as you shuffle closer, stroking the warm skin of his cheeks. "It hurts. My head, my throat, I- I don't- I don't know what happened"

"Oh sweetheart, you should've told me. I was so worried" Junhui leans his face into your hand as you trace your fingers against his skin, reminding you of his kitty antics. One of his own hands comes up to shakily wrap around your wrist, keeping you close to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you" He whispers, eyes still drooping out of exhaustion. "Jihoonie said you were upset. I'm sorry"

"I wasn't upset at you, Jun. I was just worried" With a smile, you reassure him, not wanting to show your uneasiness with him in such a vulnerable condition. "Tell me how you feel, baby. Did you throw up?"

Junhui nods, eyes drooping and lips forming into an adorable pout.

"My poor baby" You can't help but pull your lips into a pout as well, cooing and bringing your other hand to cup his face between your cold palms.

As much as you hated the idea of Junhui getting sick on your watch, you secretly loved the clinginess that came with it like a plague. A sick Junhui meant an extra sulky Junhui, all cute pouts and teary eyes looking up at you until he'd successfully lured (lowkey coerced) you into giving him all your attention (doting on him 24/7 and doing things you wouldn't have agreed to do for a healthy Junhui)

After the initial dilemma of processing the fact that he's been bedridden, Junhui usually had the habit of pulling a drama queen card out of his pocket whenever he got sick. He would flat-out refuse to eat, take his medicine or sometimes even go see a doctor at all. Throwing small fits whenever you tried to argue with him about it, he would always guilt trip you into cuddling with him at the end of the day, unable to keep his limbs to himself.

But still, you adored the devious being he turned to whenever he was sick, mumbling in his sleep and nibbling on his food like a little cat as you orbit around him, pampering him like no tomorrow.

"Do you wanna go home, Jun? You feel really warm. Jihoon said you have a fever" You mumbled with a frown, hands feeling around for the warmth that radiated off his skin.

"Mmh. Jihoon's lying, I'm perfectly fine" Junhui opens his eyes and looks at you with a cheeky smile pulling on his lips. Yet, the small wince in his eyes is too noticeable to slip past your attention.

You pat his cheeks with a smile to match his. "Oh really, is that so? Well, I'm still taking you home and grounding you for the next two weeks so, we can't do anything about that"

Junhui exaggerates a whine at that, head rolling back against the door, dramatizing his dislike towards the idea of being the victim of your worries for the next couple of days. But you both know how much he loves to be the centre of your attention - being cared for and so so loved on like he deserved to be.

Junhui then silently lets you fuss over him, wiping his face with damp towels trying to soothe the flaring of warmth that's spreading through him. 

Typically, Junhui would have been smiling his boxy smile, trying to lighten the mood by cracking his list of bad jokes as you fussed over him. So when he just sits silently with his head thrown back and eyes closed, you assume his condition might be a little more severe than usual. You can see the way he is still flushed, a sheen of sweat left behind as a result of the fever spreading through him. His hands are clammy where he keeps them in his lap, a clear sign of just how flimsy he's feeling now.

"My head hurts" He mumbles once you settle down in front of him again, immediately making you run a hand through his hair softly. You try to massage his head, fingers pressing to his temples knowing it usually helps with his migraines.

"We'll go home, okay?" You say. "You need to rest, Jun. You're still exhausted- you're gonna say no but your body needs lots of rest, baby. I knew something was wrong when you went to bed earlier, I just didn't think you'd get sick so soon"

Though you try your best to not let your voice waver, you know Junhui's picked up on the way your demeanour shrinks from the way your voice quietens down. Junhui, ever so observant and managing to see through all the cracks, opens his eyes to look over at you with a pinched frown. 

He blindly reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, bringing them up to his lips. You watch as he turns your palm towards him and presses a kiss to the middle of your palm. He lets your hands rest against his face, cradling it close before he starts to speak.

"I should've told you" He sighs, nuzzling his nose against your palm. "I- I just didn't want to bother you, you know? You've been so busy with work and I just - I just didn't want to add on to it, yn. I've been away for so long and you've been nothing but looking after me all this time. I just wanted to stop being so...so dependent. I thought I could look after myself, not be a burden for once. I'm sorry"

You feel a part of your heartbreak as you listen to Junhui's words - spoken so solemnly as he explains how he simply wanted to stop being so reliant on you and take care of himself as a person. As if he could ever be a burden in your dictionary of love and as if he doesn't know that your world quite literally revolves around him at all times.

"Don't...don't say that" You start, making him pause on his words. "Don't ever- god, Jun. Don't ever say you're being a burden - to me, out of everyone"

 Junhui's eyes are glazed over with a meek apologetic look as you try to form your words, too perplexed to even string your thoughts together. "You'll never be a burden to me, you know that? Never. If anything, I'm always fucking itching to know what's going on in this mind of yours. I always want to know when you're feeling bad or sick or just, anything. I always want to know how you're doing. I'm here to take care of you. Fever, no fever- I'm always going to look after you and coddle you, Jun"

"I love you so much, okay? I don't want you to think you're burdening me by telling me you have a fever darling. I always want to know. What if Jihoonie didn't come to check on you, hm? Would you have been able to go back out there by yourself and pretend everything's fine?" Junhui's face lowers as he lets your words wash over you.

Trying to keep your voice as comforting as possible, you lift his face to meet his eyes, a bit glazed over with a crumpled expression.

"Don't ever say sorry for wanting to be taken care of, Wen Junhui" Your words are soft, yet, sharp. "Not when you know you know I would run to the ends of the earth of you. Not when you know I know you would do the same for me if I was ever in your place"

"You deserve so much love and I won't ever sleep peacefully without knowing I've shown you how much I do"

Junhui stares at you, lips downturned and eyes suddenly glassy and shining under the harsh light of the room. You smile at him, tipping his head up a little, not wanting to let the tears fall past his waterline. He returns a watery smile with a small nod when you pass a pointed look, trying to convey just how serious your words were. He takes a shaky breath, blinking away the tears in his eyes before he looks back up at you.

"You're so good to me. Always"

"I love you" You lean forward before pressing a fleeting kiss to his temple and resting your lips against his warm skin - trying to ignore the fact that you're both still settled on the shiny floor of the bathroom.

"I love you too. Thank you"

The two of you are broken apart when a knock is heard through the door before it's pushed open and Minghao pokes his head through the gap. Jihoon shuffles in right behind Minghao, taking a moment to go a once over of their position on the floor before rolling his eyes/fondly.

"Gē, how are you?" Minghao kneels right next to you, a hand reaching up to rest against Junhui's forehead as the younger searches his face.

"I think I've caught a fever, Hao" Junhui, gazing at him with lax eyes, gives him a tight-lipped smile. "Puked my entire dinner down, my throat hurts now"

"Oh, Junnie" The younger lets his hand rest against the side of his face, thumb stroking the skin of Jun's ear comfortably. "You should've told yn, you idiot. What if it got worse, huh? You passed out or something and Jihoon hyung didn't come to check up on you? What then? Do you know how worried yn was? Stop being a dummy"

Junhui squints his eyes as Minghao scolds him, nodding his head along to the sharp words the younger throws at him with practised ease. Minghao jabs at his side for the effect yet the gentle and relieved look in his eyes under the faux rage isn't hard to notice.

"Yeah," Jihoon agrees from next to them. "You gave us quite the scare"

Junhui fixes his lips into another pout when Jihoon lightly smacks his head, looking down at him from where he's standing. The look on his face makes Jihoon sigh before he reaches to softly ruffle his hair with a carefully masked gleam of affection.

"We should get you home" Minghao's looking up at you when he says, still stroking Jun's skin, making you agree with a firm nod. Looking back at your boyfriend who opens his mouth to protest, he fixes him with one short and sharp look. "If you even try to come up with a fuck ass reason to why we should let you stay here when you look like utter shit and clearly needs to lie the fuck down, I'm gonna punch you in the eye"

"No hesitation, no remorse" Jihoon joins, fingers tightening in Junhui's hair as if to emphasize the seriousness of his threat. With an amusing helpless look in his eyes, Junhui looks over to you who's still kneeling in front of him, fiddling with his fingers on top of your lap.

"And I'll tell Seungcheol you're refusing to go to a doctor" You shrug and Junhui almost shudders. They all know how serious (and fucking terrifying) Seuncheol is when it comes to health.

Eventually - and by eventually, you mean after throwing a fit about that face that he's being taken home and only settling down once you'd promised to let him eat breakfast for dinner for the next two nights - Junhui agrees to return home with you.

You try not to worry too much when he wobbles on his feet once Minghao and Jihoon pull him up from the floor. Understanding how he's not stable on his own, Junhui clings to the two as they steer him out of the restroom and promise to take him straight to the car.

"People are going to think I drank too much and passed out or something, oh god" You smile at the way Junhui's whine carries down the hallway away from you.

When you're back at the main area, quietly grabbing your bag and excusing yourself from everyone, some of the boys are quick to pull you aside. Once you've reassured them that yes, Jun is okay and no, he doesn't have a severe case of Diarrhea, Chan, it's a fever, you say your goodbyes to them. Jeonghan, who's close to tears and fretting like a mother hen, offers to walk you to your car yet, you're saved by Seungcheol who pulls the other to his side with an understanding smile.

"Hannie, yn will update us, don't worry" He assured the boy before turning towards you. "Take care of him, okay? I'll clear his schedule and let you know. Just- make sure he's okay, yn"

"Of course, always"

When you finally approach your car, you notice how Junhui is already settled in the passenger seat, eyes closed and breathing a little easier than before. You smile at the way Jihoon is stroking through his hair, trying to act cool about it when he notices you looking.

"I'll take him home now" You announce. "Thank you guys. Really, thank you so much. I already did so much"

"Anything for Jun" Jihoon mumbles. "He's been working hard"

Minghao moves to give you a small hug, rubbing your back soothingly. "You're okay to drive? We can get a driver for you if not"

"Yeah, I'm okay" You confirm. "I didn't have anything to drink"

"I know. But you're sure?" You know Minghao is asking if you're in a clear state of mind to handle a vehicle this deep into the night, knowing you've been a bit ruffled earlier. With a sure nod, you assure him.

"Get home safe, yn. Send me a text and make sure he's well rested, please"

With the promise of nursing Jun to your best capability, you ultimately get in the car before pulling away from the parking lot. Finally, you let out a breath, feeling the heaviness in your heart substituting while the task of bringing Junhui home and making sure he's taken care of properly for the night is pushed to the limelight of your priorities. You feel the exhaustion, all the nerves and the worries you spent on the boy you love, finally catching up to you as you drive through the city streets. Sparing a glance at the same boy now peacefully resting on the passenger seat next to you, skin lit up by the dim street lights outside, you feel your heart filling with a new wave of affection towards the only one who held your heart in his hands.

God, how you loved him.

When Junhui's fingers blindly reach across the console to lace with your own in the dark, you know his hand was the one thing you'd never allow yourself to let go of.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #wen junhui #moon junhui #junhui imagines #wen junhui x reader #wen junhui fluff #wen junhui angst #wen junhui imagines #svt jun

[sl0t4matt]

p. gonzalez | whipped (requested)

warnings: smut! 18+

“pedriii!” you call out for him from your bed. “what is it, baby? are you okay, do you need something?” he asks while sprinting to the bedroom.

“can you get me some mc donalds, pretty please i’m not feeling well.” you fake a cough. “you’re so dumb. yeah i’ll get you your mc’s.” he rolls his eyes.

“thank you, my whipped boyfriend!” you giggle.

pedri has always been a bit embarrassed when you would point out how obsessed with you he is.

he is a complete different person with his friends, which confuses them, how can he act so soft with you and do anything for you, when just the other day he told cancello to fuck off because he asked him to bring his water bottle that was literally beside him.

“you’re so fucking weird.” he shakes his head grabbing his wallet and keys from the night stand. “don’t act like you don’t love it.” you furrow, throwing a pillow at him.

he looks at you with a questioning look as you miss him, trying not to laugh. “i want those-.” you start but you get interrupted by him sighing. “nuggets and fries.” he finishes for you.

“okay cute bf move, remembering my order huh?” you taunt, smirking. “shut up.” he laughs before leaving to get your food.

not much longer than ten minutes he gets back with your order. you jump out of the bed, not even bothering to dress up, still being in pedris calvin’s and a way too tight barca jersey pedri bought for you back when he didn’t know your size yet.

you smile jogging up to him, instantly regretting it because of how your tits hurt while jumping. you immediately snatch the bag from him.

you peek in seeing both of your things and a few burgers for if you’re still hungry. he knew you so well.

“woah! where are you going, get back here.” he says turning you around by your waist. “ahh get off me you weirdo!” you say trying to push him away.

he smirks, watching you try to push him away. “you look so good in my jersey, ma” he whines.

he spins you around checking out how your butt looks in his boxers. he bites his lips shaking his head.

“you can get it later, pretty boy. your girl has a whole mc’s meal waiting on her.” you smirk even though you couldn’t care less about the food now. you’re soaked.

“i don’t think so.” he shrugs picking you up. you shriek. “pedri, you dumb shit let me down!” you scream.

he opens the door to the bedroom and drops you on the ground, making sure you stand on your feet though.

you hit his chest chuckling. he looks down on you, eyes on your tits. he couldn’t help it, the way your nipples were peeking out due to the tightness of the jersey.

“you know you normally look a girl in the eyes.” you roll your eyes dramatically.

“oh yeah?” he chuckles pulling you closer by the waist. “mhm.” you try letting his deep voice not distract you.

“sorry then,baby.” he mumbles, lips millimetres away from yours. “shut up and kiss me.”

he didn’t need to hear you twice, instantly meeting your lips in a heated kiss.

you tilt your head for him to deepen the kiss. your tongues meet, the only sound in the room heard being your lips smacking.

you gasp quietly as he lightly pushes you in the bed, tugging your clothes off.

he starts sucking on your nipples, then moving his mouth further down to your belly and thighs, dangerously close to where you need him the most. “look at you all wet already and i haven’t even done anything yet.” he mumbles “pedri..” you almost whine.

“patient, ma.” he says looking up at you biting your bottom lip. “you look so good.” he pecks your lips, before pulling your panties to the side.

his cold breath meets with your core, sending shivers down your spine.

he blows it softly making you shut your legs at the sudden coldness.

he chuckles parting your legs again.

his tongue meets with your cunt, licking it before wetting his fingers with sucking them then plumping them in you. you blow out a breath, your head falling back.

his tongue keeps licking and sucking your clit, letting the most unholy sounds out of you. your hand moves to his head pulling him closer, needing to feel him deeper.

your hips buckle up, in need for a release. “you like that, ma?” he mumbles in between licks. you roll your eyes. “shut up.”

suddenly he hits your g spot, that had you screaming out his name every time finds it. you link your legs in between his head, clutching his hair.

he squeezes your thighs, repeating to go over your sweet spot until your thighs between his head begin shaking as you come in his mouth. the doesn’t fail to swallow every last drop of you.

his head shoots up face sweaty and chin dropping with cum. he wipes his mouth with the bed sheets then kisses you, making you taste yourself. “fuck, you taste good.” he let’s himself drop beside you on the bed.

you breathe out a laugh, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heart pounding.

#barca #fc barcelona #pablo gavi #fermin lopez #pedri gonzalez #joao felix #pedri #pabolito #pedri x reader

[angelfacedelrey]

Unloved ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: luke confesses some his stuggles to you, then you confess some of yours to him.

words: 1.7 k

!! MAJOR ed tw !!

a/n: this is just me venting about my ed lol. this is my first fic so please be nice <3

There was something off about Luke. You could tell the moment you saw him. Even though you’ve only been dating for 4 months now, you know when something is wrong. During the party that the Dionysus kids insisted they threw (for pretty much no reason), he wasn’t his usual smiley and outgoing self. He seemed reserved and quiet. You were outside the dining pavilion talking to some other kids from camp. In the glow of the torches, everyone was laughing and having a good time except for him. You weren't either, but you tried to look like you were. Your arm was wrapped around his as you leaned against him and listened to the conversation, though you couldn’t focus on what they were saying. You kept glancing up at Luke every minute or so to see if he looked any happier (he never did). 

After the conversation fades out, you pull him away to a quiet area and whisper to him, “Luke, are you okay… you seem… off.”

He sighs and looks away for a second before answering, “Let’s talk by the lake.” 

Anxiety grows in your stomach. What could this mean? You just nod as he grabs your hand and takes you to the lake. The water is pitch black in the night and there is a chill in the summer air. He lets go of your hand and looks down to see your face. 

“I’m sorry… there’s just a lot going on right now,” His hand scratches the back of neck as he says this. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, Luke. I’m listening,” you say, as you look him in the eyes and gently grab his hand. “I know it must be hard since Percy and Annabeth went on that quest, I know she was like a little sister to you.”

Nervously, he clears his throat. “Yeah, but, um, it’s not just that…”

“Oh…what is it?”

He sighs and lowers his head, “Look, just promise me that you won’t view me any differently after I tell you this.”

“No, no,” you say hastily, while shaking your head. “There’s nothing you could ever say to me that will make me view you differently, Luke. I’ll love you no matter what, I promise.”

Luke looks you in the eyes again. “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” a reassuring smile grows on your face.

He can’t help but smile with you. He’ll remember that. “Look, it’s just about my dad… Do you ever feel… betrayed by our godly parents?”

Taken aback by the question, you stop to think before answering. “Betrayed how?”

“Like, they just ignore us, like we’re nothing to them. Like we’re not even their children.”

“I-I guess so. I mean I feel like that sometimes.”

“That shouldn’t be how it is, though,” He sighs and keeps talking. “I don’t think Hermes even knows most of his kids. Most of my half siblings have barely met him, if at all. It’s just so… infuriating. He goes around, siring kids, and then sits up in Olympus and just leaves them. I’ve spent my entire fucking life wondering where my father is. Waiting for him to maybe one day come and talk to me or just acknowledge my existence. But, no. I’ve only met him once, because he can’t be bothered to get to know his own fucking kid!” 

For a moment, he runs his hand through his curls and exhales before he continues. “And what I’m about to say might sound… bad…but seeing Percy get claimed just like that after finding out he’s a half blood for, like, what a week? It just intensified everything I felt before… Like some kid just shows up and now he’s loved by everyone and claimed by his father. And yet, I fight everyday and what do I get? Nothing! I’m the best sword fighter in camp, I pray, I give offerings, I’ve done everything right. But it’s still not enough for him… I’m just so fucking tired of these Gods just doing whatever they want and not caring who they hurt…”

After saying all that he turns back to look at you. You're standing there in stunned silence, unsure of what to say. 

“Luke, I… I’m so sorry,” you walk over and give him a hug. He hugs you back and rests his chin on your head. A few silent moments pass as you stay like that. The sound of campers excitedly chatting and partying could be heard distantly behind them. 

“Do you see me differently now?” He asks, quietly.

You pull away, but keep your hands on his arms, gripping him gently. “No, Luke, I really don’t. I told you nothing you say will ever make me view you differently.”

“I know it’s just that… most people would think that I’m… weak for feeling this…”

“Weak?” You look shocked. “How could anyone ever think you’re weak? You’re one of the strongest people I know!” You kiss him softly on the cheek and smile reassuringly causing a slight blush to appear on his cheeks. 

“I understand what you’re saying, trust me. I, of all people, understand what it’s like to do your best to get your parent’s love and praise… and yet, it’s never enough,” You say, trying to give him a sympathetic look.

“You understand?” Luke asks, his face softening a bit. 

“I understand all too well…” You say with a humorless laugh. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, but…”

“But?” 

“Well, y’know with Aphrodite being the goddess of beauty and all…there’s, um, a lot of pressure for us to look a certain way…”

Sighing slightly, Luke brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Is this about… dieting?” He says it carefully, unsure of how to word it correctly. 

“Yeah,” you look away, ashamed to be telling someone this. “I’ve been counting calories since I learned to count. I obsess over every little thing I consume. I eat as little as I can, yet it always feels like too much. I go on runs or swims everyday… and it’s still never enough. I’m never thin enough… I love my mom, but… I can’t help, but feel like she made me start doing this.”

Now it’s Luke’s turn to stand there in stunned silence. “I had no idea… that you’re going through all this. I-I’m sorry, I should’ve noticed.” He thinks back to everyday in the dining pavilion when he’d look over to you at the Aphrodite table and see you playing with your food instead of eating. Or all the times when you’d say you weren’t hungry and would change the subject to anything besides food. Or all the daily runs he’d see you go on. Or, most concerning of all, the quick weight loss. How all your clothes that used to fit, now hang over your body like a shower curtain. Your once cherub-like face became pale and almost gaunt with dark circles under your eyes and a tired expression always. How has no one noticed? How has he never noticed?

You just shake your head and give him a gentle smile. “Luke, it’s okay. I tried my hardest to keep it hidden. Also, my mental state isn’t your responsibility…”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” grabbing your hands gently, he looks at you with a sympathetic expression. “It’s my job to care for you, especially when you’re… sick. Does anyone else know?”

“No,” you shake your head once more. “You’re the first person I told… It’s not a big deal, I’m not even that sick.”

“What?” He says, his eyebrows furrowing together as a shocked expression etches onto his face. “Not that sick? Y/N, you’re starving yourself! That sounds pretty sick to me.”

You just shrug in response.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Since like,10 or 11. I told you, I’ve been counting calories since I learned to count.”

He stands there quietly for a bit, as his heart sinks. “That young?”

“Yeah,” you respond. 

“If you don’t mind me asking… How many calories do you eat in a day?”

“I-I don’t know,” you lie, you know exactly how many calories you consume, down to the stick of gum you’d chew for a snack. “Like about 400-800…” You try (and fail) to fight back a smile that grows on your face. Despite how unhealthy it is, you can’t help, but feel proud of it. 

Luke, on the other hand, just feels shocked and concerned. “That-that’s nothing… and for so long. Y/N, you need help. You’re killing yourself.”

“I know, believe me, I know… But I can’t stop.” 

He reaches up and cups your face, rubbing circles with his thumbs before kissing your forehead. “I wish you could realize you’re perfect the way you are. I wish you could see yourself the way everyone else does,” he says it softly. “I’d love you, no matter how you look.”

“Really?” You ask, while a blush appears on your cheeks.

“Really,” He says, tenderly grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. You rest your head against his chest and once again, you stay like that for a while.

Slowly, you pull away and smile softly at him. “I’m getting tired, can you stay with me tonight?... Not to do anything, but just like to… be with me…” You hastily added the last part, but hesitated. Most guys don’t react kindly to you saying you don’t want to do anything.

“Of course,” Luke responds. “But can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Can you try to… eat better tomorrow? Please, just try…”

You hesitate before answering, “I will. I’ll try.”

He smiles brightly, “That’s my girl.” He gently grabs your hand and walks you to Cabin 10.

You spend the rest of the night together in your bed. However, Luke doesn’t get much sleep. 

He holds you close to his chest as you sleep and thinks about everything you had told him. He hates himself for not noticing sooner. But a very small part of him feels relieved. If your mom caused you this much pain, then maybe convincing you to join him in taking down the Gods wouldn’t be as hard as he thought…

He hates himself even more for thinking that.   

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x aphrodite!reader #pjo tv show #pjo series #luke castellan #fanfic #hurt/comfort #angst #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #coquette #coquette aesthetic #tw 3d vent

[lokigodofmyheart]

TRAINING ROOM

Loki x F!Reader 

Summary: Loki had been helping Y/N train her magic and her fight skills after she joined the Avengers. But she started developing some feelings for him.  

w/c: 1.960

Loki was helping Y/N train her magic. It’s been almost two months by now, and she was having an incredible evolution in this short time with Loki’s help. But not today. And not for the past week. Every time they fight, she lost. She was having trouble blocking his attack and concentrate in simple tasks she had managed already. Again, as she was moving the chair in the air, she let it fall. 

Is something wrong, Y/N?” Loki asked , pulling her out of her thoughts. 

“Hm? Oh, no. Sorry, I’m just...distracted today.” She says with a sigh. 

Loki arched an eyebrow, his expression turning serious as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Distracted? By what?” He asked, his voice low and commanding. He could see through her lie, but he decided to let it slide for now. “Come, let us focus in our lesson. We have much to cover.”  

His presence made Y/N feel both nervous and excited. Her heart raced as she tried to focus on the lesson, but her thoughts kept drifting back to him - his striking features, the way his eyes seemed to change color depending on the light, and the way his voice sent shivers down her spine.  

She tried and tried, but she couldn't really complete the training “I can't today, Loki...I'm not in the right place in mind." 

Loki watched as she struggled again with the training, his brows furrowing in concern. “My pet,” he said softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Is there something bothering you? Something you wish to talk about?”  

There it was. Every time he called her ‘pet’ it sent a shiver through her body. And his touching on her shoulder didn’t help the effect he was having on her. “No...I’m fine.” Y/N says tring to dismiss his concern. 

He pulled his hand back quickly, sensing what he thought it was discomfort. “Apologies, my apologies. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. 

“No, that’s not...” She sighs frustrated.  

“Then what is it? You’ve been distant lately, and I’m worried about you.” He said gently, his eyes searching her for any sign of what was troubling her. 

“It’s just...” She tried again, but she didn’t knew how to tell him that she wanted him. She wanted him badly. 

“It’s alright, take your time,” Loki murmured, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” He offered reassuringly, waiting for her to find the courage to share whatever was weighing her down. 

Another frustrated sigh escapes her lips as she decided to just be direct “It's just hard to concentrated when all I want is for you to slam me against that wall and fuck me senseless.” 

Loki's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise with a smug grin. “Ah, so that's what's been distracting you.” He chuckled softly, walking towards her with a predatory glint in his eye. “Perhaps we should remedy that, then.” He reached out, grasping her chin gently and tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “But first, you must promise me one thing.” He whispered seductively, his thumb brushing against herheek. “Promise me that you will focus solely on me, and nothing else.” 

“I promise.” Her voice was almost an whisper. 

With that, Loki leaned in, his lips crashing onto hers in a searing kiss. Y/N melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as his tongue swept into her mouth, exploring every inch of her and making she let a soft moan into his mouth. Her hands started exploring his chest, making his breath hitched as she could feel the defined muscles beneath his clothes. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her eyes, his own burning with desire. “Such a naughty little thing,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed her wrists, guiding her hands to the button of his pants. “Show me how badly you want me, pet.” He commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. 

Y/N smirks at him, opening the button of his pants and sliding down just enough to free his erection before her hand grabbed his throbbing member and started stroking him slowly. 

Loki groaned at her touch, his head falling back slightly as pleasure coursed through him. “Yes, that’s it,” he breathed out, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation. “Just like that.” He urged her on, his grip on her wrists tightening slightly. He could feel himself growing harder, his need for her increasing with each stroke. “Now, show me how much you want me.” He demanded, his voice hoarse with desire. 

“Please, Loki. I want you...I need you to touch me...” Y/N’s voice was full of desire as she pleades to him. 

Loki's eyes flashed open, locking onto hers with a fierce intensity. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, releasing her wrists. “Spread your legs for me, pet.” He ordered, his voice low and commanding. As she complied, he unbuttons her pants and sliding them down along with her underwear. His fingers trailed lightly over her folds, teasing before dipping inside. “So wet and ready for me already,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.  

The only sound that came of Y/N’s mouth was a long moan. Loki smiled wickedly, his finger thrusting inside her rhythmically while he palmed her breast through the shirt. “You are begging for more, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice rough with desire. He could feel her arousal growing with each touch, and it only fueled his own need. “Tell me what you want, my pet.” He pressed, his finger curling inside her, eliciting another moan from Y/N’s mouth. “Beg for it.” 

“Please...don't...stop...please...” Y/N says between her breath as she could already feel her orgasm approaching. 

“Goddess, you’re beautiful when you plead,” Loki murmured, his thumb rubbing circles on her sensitive bud as his finger continued its steady pace. “And you know what that means, don’t you?” He asked, his voice husky with anticipation. Without waiting for a response, he added another finger, stretching her wide as he pumped in and out of . “That’s it, take it all,” he encouraged, his free hand reaching up to tweak her nipple. “Cum for me, my pet.” And that what she did, moaning his name as she finally came in his fingers. 

Loki groaned at the sound of her pleasure. He withdrew his fingers, lifting her of the ground, her legs wrapping around him as she slammed her back against the wall, and replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, pushing against her entrance. “Mine,” he growled, thrusting into her in one powerful motion. Y/N gasped, adjusting to his size as he began to move in and out of her with purposeful thrusts. “That’s it, take it all, pet. Let me claim you.” He panted, his hips moving faster, his breaths becoming ragged. He could feel his own release nearing. 

“Please...don’t stop...” It was the only thing she could says while Loki’s hips slammed into hers again and again. 

Loki's eyes burned into her as he drove into her with increasing urgency, his movements becoming more frenzied. “Say it, pet. Say you're mine.” He demanded, his voice raw with desire. “Say it!” He repeated, his thrusts becoming almost brutal as he chased his release. 

“I’m yours. I’m yours.” 

At her words, he lost control, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her , filling her with his seed. “Yes,” he hissed, his voice choked with ecstasy. Her orgasm followed his. 

After a few seconds to catch their breath, Loki looked down at her tenderly, his eyes softening as he saw the exhaustion etched on her face. He brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead, cupping her cheek gently. “Are you okay?" 

“Better than okay.” Y/N chuckles and smiles. 

Loki returned her smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her temple. “Good.” He murmured, his breathing slowly returning to normal. “Let's get cleaned up” He suggested, gently pulling out of her and helping Y/N put her pants back on, her legs still shaking. As they walked together towards the shower, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment at having claimed her like that. 

The heat of the water washed away the evidence of what happened. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, she knew that things had changed between her and Loki. Y/N closed her eyes as she felt the hot water relaxing her muscles. Loki couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her. Their shared passion had brought them closer, and despite the risks, they both knew that they couldn't ignore the connection between them.  

“I...I like you, Loki. More than I care to admit.” she says softly. 

Loki's heart skipped a beat at her confession, their eyes meeting in understanding. “I like you too, my pet,” he admitted quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “More than I should.” He added, his hand squeezing her gently. 

Y/N kissed his lips softly at his confession. Loki returned the kiss, his lips tender against her . For now, they enjoyed the safety of this moment, the water cascading down upon them, washing away any hesitation or fear.  

"We should finish this shower and go back, before Steve start looking for us." She chuckles. 

Loki chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Yes, let's not give Captain America any reason to worry." He replied, gently turning off the water. Together, they got dressed, before they left the bathroom, hand in hand, following to her room, where they both had spent the night together. 

The next morning, as Y/N and Loki were eating breakfast, Natasha came smirking at them. Then Tony did the same.  

"Why are you two smirking....?" Y/N asked them confused, knowing they were probably up to something. 

Natasha and Tony exchanged a smirk, their eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, nothing,” Natasha replied nonchalantly, sipping her coffee. “Just admiring the lovebirds.” She said, gesturing towards Y/N and Loki. Meanwhile, Tony chimed in, “Yeah, finally, someone managed to tame the God of Mischief.�� He teased, nudging Loki playfully. 

"...what?" Y/N asked carefully and confused. They haven't told anyone yet about them. 

Loki's eyes widened in surprise, his fork mid-air as he glanced at you before returning his attention to Natasha and Tony. “What do you mean?” He asked cautiously, trying to gauge their intentions.  

Natasha and Tony exchanged a knowing glance before Tony spoke up. “You do know there is cameras in the training room, right?" 

Y/N's eyes went wide as she blushed "WHAT?" 

Loki's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind racing as he tried to piece together what they were saying. “Cameras?” He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He hadn't realized that the room was being monitored; 

Natasha nodded, her expression sympathetic. “Yeah, sorry about that. We didn't mean to spy on you guys, but we did notice some… interesting behavior.” 

Tony chimed in, “But don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone. Secrets are our specialty.” He grinned, flashing his signature charming smile. 

"Oh, god..." Y/N puts her head on her hands, while Natasha laughed.  

"Nice ass by the way, Odinson." Natasha says smirking to Loki. 

Loki rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance but unable to hide the slight blush creeping up his neck. “Thank you, Romanoff,” he said dryly, attempting to recover his composure. “It's nice to know my assets are appreciated.” 

As the group continued their breakfast, the atmosphere remained lighthearted. Y/N and Loki exchanged glances, knowing that everyone in the team would know by the end of the mornign. Tony was known for many things, but not for keeping secrets. 

#loki #marvel loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki odinson #loki odinson x you #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufesyon x reader #loki smut #loki odison x reader #loki marvel

[male-fictioner]

Nerdo! Miguel O'Hara x Gender Neutral Reader Headcanons

Thank You so much @teletwobees for this images. You have greatly inspired me.

Pairing: Nerd!bf!Miguel x gn!reader (no use of any anatomy)

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None (ig)

Word Count: 983

A/n: I reallllly had an inspiration to write this post ever since I saw the drawing, but me being lazy, I didn't. Finally I wrote this!! This is a sfw post. Also I was trying for headcannons but ig i just ended up with a whole ass story

Nerd!Miguel who shared a common class with you where he always noticed you but never had the guts to talk to you.

He liked your personality, how you would always talk to people and joke around but you were not like those people who don't focus on their studies either. You really knew how to do it all.

Nerd!Miguel who was juggling a lot of books in his hands reaching his favorite spot in the library to start studying.

That was when he had his first interaction with you; when you tapped him on his back to hand him a pen he dropped (this made the place even more special) . He had not even realized when he dropped this pen.

All he knew was he liked how your hand felt even on the slightest touch. This is when Nerd!Miguel realized that he had developed a crush on the man who just delivered it back.

The next time, while Nerd!Miguel was going on his favorite seat, it was already occupied by none other than YOU!

Normally he would not have had the courage to ask you move, but he did ask you very politely.

"Miguel, it's just a seat, can't you sit somewhere else?"

"It's just that I can focus there better.' he felt foolish admitting that to someone else.

"Oh of course, I wouldn't want to bother Ace in his studies."

You moved seats saying that and Miguel was a little disappointed that you did not sit next to him.

This disappointment did not last for long as the very next day, you sat right across him.

You were there struggling with the subject that you both had in common and you knew Miguel was literally good in every subject, so after the frustration of not being able to understand it, you asked for his help.

"Um hey Miguel. Can you help me with this topic from economics? I'm really finding it difficult to understand." You said sliding into the seat next to him.

Miguel was so eager to help and he was a really good teacher too which made you understand it very quickly.

After this, you and Miguel became good friends. You would talk to each other in the class. You often times sat besides him and joked around.

One time you guys were joking so much that the professor kicked you out of the class. "You know you are a bad influence for me Y/n" Miguel said after being kicked out.

"Oh live a little Mr. Brainiac. Have you every been kicked out of class before? You gotta experience that once in your life too." you quipped back.

Miguel had to admit that it was a new experience.

Right before your exams, you had convinced Miguel to let you study with him at his dorm. To which he reluctantly agreed to because he couldn't let you know that he in fact enjoyed your company.

That afternoon, you went along to his dorm and studied till the evening, when you asked him if he planned on taking a break, he just grumbled his dissent.

You ended up deciding to get dinner for you both. Miguel was so busy studying, he hardly noticed your absence.

Although when you came back, you made it your business to make sure he notices you with dinner for both of you. Miguel felt so touched because no one had done such a thing for him, except his mother who he was reminded by your act.

"You brought dinner for me?" Miguel asked still a little shocked.

"Of course, you need to eat and also give that big brain of your a rest." you said setting the table for both of you.

Miguel did not believe that he could be more in love with you before, but you just loved proving him wrong about it. He had decided, he will ask you out soon.

After dinner you both went back to your studies. You on the bed and him on his table.

Some time passed and Miguel could not keep his love for you a secret anymore. He turned around to profess his feelings, but all he was met with was your sleeping frame.

You were curled up on the bed sleeping like a baby. He decided his feelings could wait and put a blanket over you so you don't catch a cold and went back to studying.

Next morning, when you woke up, you were well rested but you did not recognize the room you were in. You jolted up when you realized you were in Miguel's room. You were covered in a blanket that smelled like Miguel O'Hara, which you don't remember wrapping when you fell asleep. You look around and find Miguel sleeping on his desk on top all his books. He looked cute.

Right when you were about to keep a note on his desk telling him about how you had to leave, his alarm rang and he jostled from his sleep and looked you right in the eye.

"Good Morning. I was just about to leave." you clarified like a child who was caught stealing cookies.

"Oh, ok." was all he replied rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Before you went out the door, he spoke up again, "Um, Y/n. I was wondering if you would maybe want to go out on a date with me after the exams were over." He said this slowly, not looking directly in your eyes, trying to test the waters.

You stood there by the door astonished by his proposal for a date. After realizing that you had been quite for some time, you replied, "Yea I would really like that actually Miguel." You said this and left his dorm.

Both Y/n and Miguel had a date with their crush and luckily they both liked each other very much.

Also nerdo is nerd in Spanish (according to google)

Well that is it for this part. I might write a Part 2 depending on the response I get from you guys. So hopefully it's positive lol

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Matchmaker

The Mandalorian x reader

Summary: Greef Karga takes it upon himself to help two fools find their way together.

Warnings/Tags: hurt, fluff, comfort, mentions of character death, a little angst (but only if you squint), spoilers for season 3

Word count: tba

Authors note: Hello my loves! Just finished season three of The Mandalorian, and I can't help but write something for my beloved Din! Seriously, I love him so much.

Also, I somehow wrote this not in past tense, but present tense. Don't know how that happened, but I'm okay with it.

Enjoy!

"What's up with you?" Greef Karga speaks up, head tilted as he tries to analyze your face. Spurred by his words you sit straighter in the chair opposite his, hoping to mask what's on your mind from the clever man.

But he knows you, he knows the tell tale signs when somethings up with you, when somethings bothering you.

His eyebrows rise, and you sigh in defeat.

Of course you can't hide your feelings from him. Over the time you've known him now, he somehow became a father figure for you.

"Do you think he'll settle down, now that he has a home here on Nevarro?" you ask, even though you already know the answer. The likelihood of him settling down, is even smaller than him returning your feelings for him.

You love him, even if you've never seen his face before.

Greef snorts in amusement, sending you a smirk that says the same thing. Never would Din Djarin settle down - at least not in the near future.

"Why are you asking?" Greef questions, brows furrowed. "Are you hoping he'll stay with you?"

Eyes widening, you stare at the magistrate, who dares to chuckle at your reaction. "What?" he quips, smirking. "Do you think I haven't noticed the way you're looking at him?"

You're mouth opens to protest, but you can't manage to utter a single word. He's right, and he knows it too.

"Do you love him?" he wants to know more serious, leaning forward on the table between you. You choke on your breath, chuckling to cover up the uneasy feeling that's suddenly cursing through you.

You still though, sighing, before your head falls into your hands, elbows propped on the table. Wiping over your face you look at Greef, who patiently waits for your answer.

"I do." you reply, feeling the goosebumps creep up your bare arms. He nods, suspicions confirmed. "You haven't seen his face, yet." he points out, cocking a brow.

"Don't need to." you respond, shaking your head. "He could be a Gungan for all you know." he remarks, though grinning as you send him a pointed look.

"He once told me about the mandalorian marriage, how he would be able to remove his helmet in front of his wife." you explain, looking down on the table as your cheeks flush.

"Hit you pretty hard, huh?" he asks with a smile, but before you can answer someone speaks up from behind you, causing you to flinch in your seat.

"What hit whom?" Din wants to know, and you refuse to turn around, stiffening, as your cheeks go even more red.

Greef clears his throat, chuckling. "Oh, nothing, mando." he replies. "Just talkin' 'bout old times."

You are thankful for the older man's explanation, sending him a grateful look. He nods almost unnoticeable, before you stand up.

"I'm gonna go look for something to do." you tell them, briefly looking at Din, before your gaze averts again. Grogu stands behind him, cooing up at you.

"Oh, could you take him with you?" Greef asks, pointing at Grogu. "I want to discuss something with Din, that's not for the child's ears."

Din nods in approval, as you look at him questioningly.

Smiling down at the child you scoop him into your arms, before you leave the room.

Din looks after you and the child, even after the door has already closed behind you again. Greef clears his throat, averting his attention back to him.

"You want to discuss something with me?" Din wants to know, taking a seat where you had been sitting only moments ago.

He'd be lying if he said he wants a job - it had only been a few days since you landed on Nevarro again and settled into the cabin Greef had prepared for you three.

After the fight on Mandalore he is glad to have a break from the constant fighting and traveling.

He could tell you are too, finally being able to catch more than just an hour or two of sleep. The child is happier as well, being able to play with the local kids.

Greef folds his hands on the table, looking at Din with a sigh. Unbeknownst to the magistrate, he rises a brow under his helmet, looking at him expectantly.

"Do you plan on staying?" Greef asks, looking straight at where he believes Din's eyes must be. Din tilts his head, not sure what his friend is getting at.

"Maybe, why?" he gives back warily, brows furrowing. Greef only nods, leaning back in his chair. "And what about her?" he questions further, eyes still fixed on the warrior in front of him. Din licks his lip, feeling his heart rate pick up at the mention of you.

He'd love for you to stay with him, but he'd never make a move on it. You were too precious to him, for him ruining you.

"What do you mean?" he wants to know, leather creaking quietly, as his hands flex in a nervous manner. Greef huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know exactly what I mean, Din."

Din sighs, looking away. He in fact knows what the older man is hinting at, yet he tries to play dumb.

"I don't know what you mean."

Greef rolls his eyes, frustration seeping through, as he silently curses at the mandalorian. "Do you love her?" he asks him the same question he had asked you earlier.

Din's eyes widen under his helmet, as he believes he must have misheard him. "I have to go." he mutters, pushing himself out of the chair. "Do you love her?" Greef repeats louder, and Din stiffens, back turned towards him.

"'Cause if you do, you should tell her."

Din can't help but huff at his words, turning back around to him. "And why should I do that?" he demands to know, taking a step closer. "So she takes the first ship to another planet?"

"Because she loves you!" Greef responds angrily, standing from his chair. "Because she loves you and she asked me the same question earlier - Asked if you would stay, or if you'd leave her behind."

Din is taken aback by his words, body freezing.

His heart goes rigid in his chest, hands sweating, but he stays still. "She doesn't know me." he mutters, shaking his head. "She doesn't know your face." Greef responds. "There's a difference."

Din swallows, wiping his hands on his thighs, even though he wears gloves.

"She told me about the mandalorian marriage." Greef explains, licking his lip. "Said that you'd be able to take the helmet off in front of your wife."

Din winces, shaking his head again.

"She wouldn't want me." he insists, looking down. "Are you sure about that?" Greef responds, causing Din's heart to jump dangerously at the prospect. "She said she doesn't need to see your face to love you."

Din breathes in shakily, biting his lip, before his gaze meets his friends. Greef nods encouragingly, silently telling him to finally make a move on his feelings.

You are important to him, and he can tell that you are struggling with your feelings for Din. Pushing you two in the right direction is the least he could do for you.

Meanwhile, you are sitting with the child in between a group of kids. They had spotted you, asking if Grogu could play with them, and invited you to sit with them.

Din neares the group, already having spotted you due to the height difference - not because you seem to radiate under the sun, glowing like a goddess to him.

Of course not.

He stops behind you, taking a moment to watch the child jump on the numbers the kids had scribbled on the ground with chalk.

It looks like something out of a book, he notices. The peaceful and calm atmosphere seems strange to him.

Clearing his throat, he gets your attention, motioning for you to follow him with a tilt of his helmet. Asking the kids to look after Grogu, you stand up, following him.

He walks a few feet away, only stopping when no one's in earshot anymore.

"I'm thinking about staying." he begins, after a short silence. You nod, brows furrowing slightly. "How come?" you ask. He takes a moment longer to answer, gaze wandering behind you to the kids still playing with Grogu, before he looks back at you.

"Mandalore is still in reconstruction, and we will have to stay somewhere in the meantime." he explains, your heart picking up its pace at his choice of words. "We?" you ask, hope flaming up in your chest.

Would he stay with you, or let you stay with him, now that Mandalore is going to be rebuilt?

You had been spending time with the mandalorian for almost the whole while he was traveling with Grogu now, but never really had a place to stay at.

Except for Nevarro now.

"Grogu and I." he responds, and your heart cracks as he extinguishes the flame, before it had really become one.

Your face falls and you do your best not to let him notice, as you force yourself to smile, nodding with tears pricking in your eyes.

"Sure." you mumble, biting your lip, as you look down.

"And you if you want to."

You're heart stops at his words, gaze snapping back to his.

He swallows, heart racing in his chest. He's nervous, hands sweating in his gloves, as he tries to study your reaction.

"Really?" you want to know, fearing he'd take it back. But he nods, taking a step closer. "I talked to Greef." he admits, tilting his head.

You huff, now knowing why he came up with the topic in the first place.

"Of course, you have." you mumble, looking away from him. How much did Greef tell him? You should have known something was up, when he asked you to take the child with you.

He makes a sound like he wants to say something, but it gets stuck in his throat. "I like you." he then presses out, fists clenching at his sides.

He hates to talk about his feelings, never really having been good at it.

Your heart jumps, breath hitching in your throat as you look back at him. "I like you and I want you to stay with us." he adds, voice shaky even through the modulator.

You're not sure what exactly he means, goosebumps covering your arms at the prospect. "What do you mean you like me?" you ask, swallowing at the nerves bubbling up.

He sighs, helmet tilting downwards. "I mean that-" he sighs again in frustration, arms moving at his sides, as he seems to fight with himself, before he looks back up at you. "I mean that I have feelings for you, Y/N."

Your heart stutters in your chest, before it doubles its speed. Blinking rapidly, you try to process his words.

"I-I have feelings for you, too." you stutter, taking a step towards him. He inhales shakily, relief flooding him.

No matter what Greef had told him about your feelings for him, he still could have been wrong.

The relief momentarily blocks out the fear he's feeling, but it returns just as fast as it was gone.

"But I'm scared, cyar'ika." he voices, not giving you a chance to respond further, heart fluttering at the endearment. You had only heard it once before, and you were sure it meant something special.

"I don't want to bring you in harms way even further, because you'd be my weak spot."

You blush, still shocked at his confession.

"But the child is a weak spot, too." you remind him quietly, tilting your head as your brows furrow slightly.

"I don't want to end up like Paz." he whispers, voice cracking. "And another weak spot would only add to that possibility. When something happens to me you'd be left on your own. When something happens to you or the child-" he shakes his head, swallowing.

"I wouldn't know what to do."

You take another step closer, hand finding its way onto his arm, trying to comfort him. "Din, that won't happen." you assure him, trying to catch his gaze through the helmet.

"Paz had a son." he arguments, shaking his head at you. "His son lost his father." "He was a foundling." you retort, still feeling bad for the boy. "He'll learn to live without him, he still has a family: the other mandalorians."

Paz was a good man, he had sacrificed himself for his people, leaving behind his son.

"And what's with my wife, Grogu, kids of my own?" he questions. He's agitated, body trembling at the thought of disappointing you.

Your eyes widen at his words.

His wife, kids of his own.

He seems to notice what he said, a gasp leaving his lips, as his eyes widen as well. "I-I mean-" he stutters, panic creeping into his voice, but you smile at him.

"Din, you don't have to keep doing the dirty work for the rest of your life." you give back softly, silently hating that you can't see his eyes.

He snorts, taking a step back, so your hand falls from his arm. "And credits come flowing, sure."

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. "We will find something that's less dangerous. Aside from that I'm sure Mandalore will have a place for us, a job. We'd manage."

"You're saying that like it would all be so easy for us." he gives back, shaking his head as well. You nod, licking your lip. "I know it's not always going to be easy, but I'm sure we'll manage." you repeat, closing the distance again.

He falls silent at that, only staring at you.

He can't seem to grasp why you were willing to spend your life with him - a mandalorian, someone who's made more enemies than he can possibly count.

"And now let's get back to the point where you told me you have feelings for me." you rasp out, taking your hand in his.

His hand tightens around yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he exhales shakily.

"Do you know how long I hoped for you to say those words?" you chuckle, smiling up at him. He huffs, shaking his head with a chuckle of his own.

"I was sure you wouldn't want me." he breathes out, licking his lip. You huff, smile widening. "You have no clue, Din." you tell him. "And even if I don't know what you look like yet, I'm sure I will love it as well. It's not only your face, Din. It's you - everything about you, the way you care for the ones you love and how you do everything to protect them. It's you I love, not only the face I have yet to see. And if I have to marry you to see your face, I can't wait."

He's stunned at your words, mouth agape even though you can't see it.

He's never heard such beautiful words directed at him before. Hearing them come out of your mouth, only makes them more beautiful.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum." he mutters, his voice soft. You tilt your head at him, not sure what he said. "It's mando'a." he says, and you swear you hear him smile under his helmet. "It means I love you."

You inhale sharply, eyes widening, and he wonders if he took it too far. "It sounds so beautiful." you reply, smiling broadly at him. He sighs in relief, smile returning.

"Ni kartayl gar darasum." you try to repeat it and he laughs, lightly shoving you at the way you mispronounce the words.

"We'll practice that." he assures you chuckling, wrapping his arm around you, to lead you back to the kids.

"For now let's focus on marrying so you can finally see my face."

cyar'ika: sweetheart

#the mandalorian #the mandaloria/reader #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x u #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you

[nar-nia]

jake x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings: none

~~~

As soon as you opened the door Jake almost jumped onto you, unable to hold still.

“Are you ready??”

You just giggled as you held up your bag, only seconds before Jake grabbed it and basically jumped back to the car.

“I didn't know you looked this much forward to the roadtrip,” you smiled as you followed him .

“I’m just excited I guess. It's been so long since I actually had time to do something adventurous.”

You nodded. “I know how you feel. It's really nice to get out again.”

“See.” Jake grinned, one arm wrapped around your shoulders. “You just get me. That's why we're such a great team.”

He watched as your eyes scanned the car, trying to steal glances into the driver's seat.

“I’m driving,” he declared proudly. “Which is why you will sit right next to me - I want nice company.”

Jake wasn't sure, but he thought he saw you blushing at that statement. The corner of his lips moved involuntarily up, but that quickly stopped when he looked into the car. Everyone was greeting you - except for Sunghoon, who just smirked at Jake. The latter shot him a glance before he sat down in his place, his hands gripping the wheel.

“Okay everyone, are we ready?”

He was met with excited chatter that revealed a yes from all of you, feeling happier and happier as he started the car and led it to the next big street. “Mission roadtrip can begin!”

~~~

It didn't take long for everyone to feel relaxed, smiling faces humming or singing along to the special road trip playlist Jake had created. It made him feel all giddy, especially when he saw you nodding along to it while you tried to figure out the lyrics. You had been friends for a while now, but it still surprised him how much even the small things you did could fascinate him.

“Oh!” you suddenly exclaimed, ripping him out of his thoughts. “I know that one!”

He couldn't help but grin more as you began to sing along, trying his best to keep his eyes on the road and not on you. And especially not on the mirror, Sunghoons smirking face clearly visible in it. Instead he decided to join in, almost freezing when he suddenly felt your hand on his shoulder. You grinned at him, both trying to sing louder than the other, putting all your drama into the song. He could feel his heart skip a beat, quickly looking back onto the road, hoping no one noticed. And that especially you didn't notice how he wished you would just leave your hand there. But the song ended, and you leaned back in your chair again, your cheeks a soft red.

“This was fun.”

“You're a great singer,” Jake smiled.

“And you're a horrible liar.” Jakes ears turned as red as your cheeks when he heard you giggle.

“I mean it! You did well.”

“Thank you Jakey,” you mumbled, your hand briefly touching his arm again. He didn't know why but he suddenly got goosebumps, like little sparks of electricity between you two. He tried to shrug it off, but he held the thought for a minute. This wasn't the first time this happened, that he felt something else when you touched him. And he didn't want you to take away your hand.

“Shouldn't we have turned left here?” Sunghoon spoke up.

“Oh!” You quickly turned your attention towards the map in your hands, and Jake shot a glare towards his friend - who only smirked in return. “We should have, I’m so sorry. But we can just take the next one left instead.”

“Maybe Jake should focus more on the road instead of the company.”

Jake wanted nothing more than to kick Sunghoon out of the car, but before he could say anything you had already turned around and swung the map at him. The boy just laughed, holding up his hands while he grinned at you. “I’m just saying. Maybe you should both focus more on your task and not each other.”

“Or maybe you let me enjoy the company of my friend who I clearly don't see often enough,” you huffed.

Friend. Jake didn't know why he suddenly minded this little word so much. It bothered him, and it also bothered him how casually you had said it. He stayed quiet, but this time he could feel Jays stare on his back, a sympathetic smile on his face.

~~~

Soon you had reached the highway, windows wide open to let in some fresh air. You had dozed off next to Jake, your head resting on the edge of his shoulder. He was surprised that his movements didn't wake you, but he was also grateful for it. Just another opportunity for his heart to speed up, one more chance that you might not pull away any time soon.

“So,” he heard Sunghoon from behind,” will you admit it now?”

“Admit what?” Jake mumbled back, worried that speaking up might wake you.

“That you have a crush on her.”

“I don't.” The words came out a little too rushed, but Jake hoped no one would notice. “We're friends.”

“Sure, that's why you kept grinning and being all giddy when she agreed to join this roadtrip.”

“Exactly - we're friends. Of course I am happy that I get to spend time with her.”

“Sure.” Sunghoon huffed. “Keep telling that to yourself. But I think you have the biggest crush on her, and I bet on my old ice skates that you will realize it on this trip.”

“Well I bet on my new Lego set that I do not have a crush.” Jake glared at Sunghoon. “We're friends and that's all.”

“Sure. Let's see who wins then,” Hoon smirked as he leaned back into his seat. “I can't wait to get the Lego set.”

Jake wanted to say something else, but in that moment you decided to snuggle your face closer into his shoulder, and he didn't dare to move.

“I feel sorry for Jake,” he heard Sunoo whisper. “He's definitely going to loose that lego set.”

“I will not!” Jake didn't mean to speak up, but he did and now you stirred awake on his shoulder, eyes lazily opening.

“Sorry,” he whispered, almost holding his breath. But all you did was mumble a quiet don't be before you closed your eyes again.

“Can you drive like this?” It took Jake a second to realize that you meant your head on his shoulder, but when he did he was quick to agree and assure you that it was no problem. With a smile you allowed yourself to rest again - oblivious to the rush of happiness that was flooding through Jake right now. You didn't pull away, you were actively choosing to stay close to him. He was beaming.

“I will win,” Sunghoon whispered from behind, but Jake couldn't care less about it in this moment.

~~~

“The air is already so much different here,” you mumbled, your head halfway out the window.

“Nature,” Sunoo huffed. “The only good thing about it is the smell.”

You giggled while you looked at him, but your attention was quickly back on the woods around you. “Are we almost there? You said the camping site was in the woods, right?”

Jake nodded. “We should be there in around 10 minutes. You almost slept the whole ride through.”

What caused you to pout caused Jake to smile. You had spent almost all of the trip leaned against Jakes shoulder, your breath soft against his skin, causing him to get goosebumps over and over again.

He was ripped out of his thoughts when you suddenly leaned out of the window, your hair flowing in the wind. Like a reflex he grabbed the back of your shirt, holding you tight so you wouldn't fall out of the car - ignoring that you were also held back by your seatbelt. You shortly looked back at him and Jake could swear that he saw something like a blush on your face. It wasn't long though before you turned back around, your face stretched towards the sun rays that beamed through the trees. Jake had to force himself to look at the street and not at you, peacefully smiling while you took in the view, your hair by now a mess around your head. He almost considered taking a wrong turn somewhere just to enjoy this view for longer… which was completely normal. He adored his friends, of course he would like them to be happy for longer if he could. That's all this was.

~~~

“I’ll help Jake!” You almost shouted when it was time to coordinate what to do first at the campsite.

“Of course you will,” Sunghoon grinned. “What do you two want to do?”

“I think we’ll set up the tents,” Jake mumbled. You nodded along, grinning as the others went to do their own tasks.

“Sunghoon is weird today, don't you think?”

Jake looked up from the manual, trying to appear casual while his heart was beating loudly in his chest. “What do you mean?”

“I never saw him grin this much. And his obsession with you today…”

“Really? I didn't notice. He's always obsessed with me.”

You chuckled, softly punching Jakes shoulder. “Sure. You're weird today too.”

“Me?” Jake froze again, his voice a pitch higher then usual.

“Yes, you. This just proved it. You're really fidgety and nervous today.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Sure you don't. But it does make me curious, you know.”

“Curious?” Jake knew that avoiding to look at you only proved your point more, but he couldn't help it. He didn't really know what was happening himself, only that his heart was beating loudly in his chest and he felt incredibly nervous.

“What your secret is. But don't worry, I will find it out soon enough,” you grinned. “We will spend a lot of time with each other after all.”

He huffed, trying to appear non-chalant as he pressed a few sticks for the tent in your hands. “Good luck with that. There is nothing weird about me.”

“I disagree. And besides - would you look at me for once please?”

Jakes cheek turned a deep red, he felt almost a little embarrassed, but he finally looked at you. You had a wide smile on your face and suddenly his heart wasn't beating out of fear, but it almost… fluttered. He wanted to keep looking at you, to maybe push that little strand of hair out of your face, maybe-

“And now you're not even listening to me!”

Your words ripped Jake out of his thoughts. Startled, he tried to say something, tried to tell you that you were wrong, but all that came out was a “You're pretty.”

“Oh.” Your cheek turned just as red as Jakes who was mentally scolding himself. “Thank you.”

“It’s just the truth.”

“You're quite handsome too.” Your voice was barely audible, but Jake heard you. His cheeks turned just as red as yours as he looked at you, his heart by now making somersaults. Maybe Sunghoon had actually been right… no. He was just excited over this compliment. You two were friends, and that's it. He shook his head, disagreeing with himself but you seemed to think he was disagreeing with you.

“You are! You have such a handsome face, and don't even get me started on the hair. Man, please don't cut it ever again.”

“If I don't cut it you can call me Rapunzel in a few months,” Jake chuckled. But he loved the way you talked about him, each word making him blush more.

“It really doesn't grow that fast,” you laughed. “But it would be fun! We could braid each others hair.”

“I can braid yours now,” Jake shrugged. “I know how to.”

“Not sure if I believe that. But you're lucky - I love getting my hair braided.”

“Oh don't worry, I will prove it to you,” Jake grinned. “I am very talented.”

“I can't wait but let's build up those tents first.”

Jake nodded, and once he was able to focus again you got it done pretty quickly, both of you admiring your hard work.

“I think we're a great team.” You playfully pushed against his shoulder again. “We should do that more often.”

“Building tents?”

“Yeah!” Now it was your turn to look away, your hands fidgeting. “And going camping together. Maybe just the two of us, that could be fun too…”

“I’d love that.” Jakes mouth was quicker than his brain, but he didn't mind when he saw a wide smile spread on your face.

“Perfect.”

He was just about to speak up again when he noticed a movement along one of your tents, your attention wandering towards it too.

“Did the others come back?”

Jake just shook his head, his whole focus on the tent in front of him. “I don't think that's them.”

You suddenly let out a squeal, your hand grabbing Jakes. “A squirrel!”

Jake didn't know what information he should process first, your hand in his or the squirrel that was running over the lawn towards you. Far too quickly you let go of his hand to crouch down, quietly trying to convince that squirrel to get closer. It didn't, but at least it didn't run away either, hogging your whole attention. It was… cute. Jake had no other way to describe it, other than that he found you incredibly cute in that moment. And he could feel his heart flutter again. He didn't know what was happening, but you were occupying more and more of his thoughts. Of course he had thought about you often before this trip too, you were friends after all, but now it was just… different. He had felt more excited than usual about your presence on this trip, getting all giddy when he thought about it. And now this. He was almost craving to be close to you, wanting to be recognized. He slowly had to admit that this wasn't just friendly feelings anymore, that Sunghoon might have actually realized something before he did realize it himself. He liked you.

“Earth to Jake, are you okay?” Your voice ripped him out of his thoughts, his head snapping upwards to see you and the rest of the guys staring at him.

“Sorry - yeah. I was just thinking about dinner.”

“Oh! I’m hungry too, so we should start cooking right away.” You nodded before you grabbed Sunoo and Jay, discussing what you could make today. Jake on the other hand grabbed Sunghoon, pulling him away from the rest.

“Can we talk?”

“Do you finally admit you like y/n?”

“I do.”

“Oh.” Sunghoon stared at him. “I didn't expect that.”

“Well, I guess you get my lego set,” Jake sighed. “But yeah - you were right about my feelings.”

“Forget that Lego set. How are you feeling about this?”

Jake sighed again, his eyes wandering around, getting stuck on you. He could feel himself getting nervous, his heart once again beating loudly in his chest. “Scared, I think.”

Sunghoon nodded. “You don't want to ruin the friendship.”

“Not just that.” Jake took a second to gather his thoughts. “I just can't stand the thought of her not being around anymore.”

It was quiet for a bit. Jake couldn't stop his eyes from searching for you, a small smile spreading on his face. You were arguing with Jay about something, a wide smile on your face. Suddenly your eyes were on his, the smile turning into a sincere one, your cheeks slowly turning pink. And for a second it felt to Jake that you might be behaving differently than normal too.

“What if she feels the same way?” Jake turned towards Sunghoon again, whose eyes were also focused on you.

“What?”

“What if y/n might feel the same way.”

“I don't think she does.” Jake shrugged. “We're friends after all.”

“Yeah but that didn't stop you from falling for her,” Sunghoon chuckled. “I’m just saying. This camping trip was the only thing she talked about ever since you invited her. And only in relation to you - Jake invited me, I wonder what Jake has planned, do you think Jake will like this snack… it could as well have been a trip between just the two of you.”

Jakes eyes snapped back towards you, his thoughts racing. Could you…

“Today too. You should have seen the smile on her face when you said she’ll sit next to you. Or how she kept looking at you when you were driving. Wanting to stay close to you when we settled on the tasks today…”

“That could just be friendly behavior though…” Jake almost felt dizzy trying to process all of that information. He just figured out that he liked you, and now you might even like him back? He didn't know how to handle that.

“I think it's more than that. And I especially think that she doesn't want to lose you either. You should just talk to her.”

“Thank you, Sunghoon.” Jake nodded. “I should - I will. Tomorrow. When my thoughts are a bit more clear.”

“I wish you all the best, Jake.” Sunghoon smiled. “We all do. You're so happy when you're around her, friends or not. You deserve it.”

Jake almost teared up if you hadn't called them for dinner in that exact moment. Jake took a deep breath and tried to shake off his nerves, Sunghoon giving him a small clap on the back and a supportive smile before both boys went towards your tents again, the smell of food in the air.

~~~

Jake couldn't sleep. He didn't know how long he had tossed and turned around by now, but nothing could calm him down. With a quiet groan he finally decided to give up, put in his shoes and grabbed a blanket before he exited his tent. He wanted to sit down at the fireplace, hoping to gather his thoughts, but there was already a person sitting there. You.

“Hey,” Jake whispered. “What are you doing here?”

You flinched at first, but calmed down quickly when you realized who was talking to you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well I asked first.” Jake sat down next to you, and you probably didn't even notice but you instantly scooted closer.

“Okay,” you giggled. “I can't sleep.”

“Do you know why?”

You shrugged. “There are just a lot of thoughts in my head I guess.”

Jake nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don't think I should,” you whispered. “Don't worry about it.”

“I always worry about you.” Jake reached for your hand, softly squeezing it. “You mean a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me too.” Your voice had gotten even more quiet, your eyes staring at the fire in front of you. “Do you want to talk? You're awake in the middle of the night too - and I still think you were weird today.”

“I guess I just have a lot on my mind too,” Jake shrugged. “Hey, but I have an idea. Sit in front of me please, back towards me.”

You didn't even hesitate, instantly following his instructions. “What is your idea?”

“I’m going to braid your hair.” Jake grinned, proud of himself for this idea. “You can relax and I can distract myself.”

“Sounds perfect.” He could hear the smile in your voice. When he gathered your hair, accidentally touching your back during it, he could see a shiver going through you.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“Don't be. I like it.”

Jake could feel himself blushing at your words, and he had to admit that he liked it too. So who could blame him when his fingertips kept touching your neck as he gathered more hair, only causing you to shiver more.

“Now you're just doing it on purpose.”

Jake chuckled as he moved a bit closer to you. “Oh, but you like it,” he whispered in your ear.

He could hear your breath slightly hiccuping, goosebumps spreading over your skin. Oh. You didn't answer, but you didn't have to. Jake already knew it. And he couldn't resist to keep his fingers on you while he braided your hair. It was interesting. You seemed to both relax and freeze at his actions, your breathing picking up.

“Jake?”

“Yes?” he hummed as he finished your braid. He had to admit he was proud of his work, it didn't look too bad and it suited you. But when you turned around and Jake saw tears glistening in your eyes your braid didn't matter anymore.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened?” He instantly wrapped his arms around you, one hand placed on top of your hair to keep you close.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice broke Jakes heart. He did this to you?

“Doing what?”

You didn't answer at first, but you moved out of Jakes embrace to look at him. You looked hurt, but you mostly looked confused. You looked just like Jake did earlier, when he had the talk with Sunghoon.

“What are we?”

Now it was Jakes turn to freeze. He stared at you with wide eyes, trying to figure out what to say. “I- what do you mean?”

“Please don't play dumb, Jake,” you whispered. “Not right now.”

“I’m sorry.” So this was it. He could either lie and be forced to go through with it… or he could be honest and risk losing you. He was terrified. “I like you, y/n. I guess I realized I like you more than just a normal friend. I’m falling for you.”

Jake didn't know what he expected. Maybe for you to leave? Or to laugh at him? What he didn't expect was you grabbing his hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being honest.” You smiled at him, and Jake couldn't help but smile along. He was still scared of your reaction, but he felt strangely comforted - if you smiled it couldn't be that bad, right? “I like you too.”

“Oh.” Jake couldn't help but let out a tiny laugh, one that was filled with so much happiness and relief. “Wow.”

“I just-” You took a deep breath. “You braiding my hair and all those tiny touches… I couldn't deal with it if it was just meant in a friendly way.”

“It wasn't.” Jake pulled you closer again, and this time your arms wrapped around him too. “I just couldn't hold back, I’m sorry.”

“It's okay.” You chuckled. “I’m just happy we actually feel the same way.”

Jake nodded. “Since when did you… you know. When did you realize you had a crush on me?”

You laughed, and Jake couldn't help but join in. “I think I got a bit too excited about this camping trip. I couldn't shut up about it - and even less about you. And then during this trip I just realized that I didn't want to be apart from you.”

Now Jake really had to laugh. So Sunghoon had been right - he needed to say thank you the next morning. “Would you believe me if I said it was the exact same for me? I think we're already meant to be.”

“I actually don't doubt that,” you mumbled, pulling him closer. “We're perfect for each other, huh.”

“We are.” There was so much Jake wanted to say, but suddenly he felt so tired and exhausted, all the stress evaporating and leaving him slumped in your arms, simply giving you a small kiss onto the top of your head. “Should we lie down? We can talk about it more tomorrow.”

He could hear you yawn, a new smile spreading on his face while you agreed. “Do you mind if I sleep in your tent tonight? I always slept better around you.”

“I would love that,” he whispered before he pulled you up, holding your hand tightly as he walked you towards his tent.

“Hey, Jakey?”

He barely had time to turn around before you pulled him closer, your hand letting go of his to grab his cheeks. You carefully moved his face towards you, your eyes focused on it. “Is it okay if I kiss you right now?”

Jake nodded, and right after your lips were on his. It was soft, it was sweet, and Jake realized that he was right. He was falling for you, and now even more than before. You were just perfect, and he was so, so lucky that the night had developed like this. Your laughter brought him back to reality as he looked at you starstruck, still trying to comprehend the kiss.

“So do I call you boyfriend now? Baby? The boyfie?”

“Ew,” Jake laughed. “No boyfie please.”

“Okay, boyfie.” You shrugged, but shortly after you let out a tiny squeal as Jake picked you up and carried you inside the tent.

“Call me boyfie again and I will…” He couldn't think of a good punishment, only causing you to giggle more. “Oh come here.”

He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer until his face was buried in your neck, pressing a small kiss against it - effectively shutting you up. He could feel you wrapping yourself around him, your hand intertwined in his while he closed his eyes.

“Thank you,” he heard you whisper. “You made me very happy today.”

“You did too, y/n,” he answered. “You're a dream come true.”

~~~

The next day started with lots of excited shouting and a grinning group of six boys, Sunghoon right at the top when Jake and you got out of his tent together.

“Yeah yeah,” you huffed. “You will get your lego set, shut up.”

Jake froze in his steps, staring at you. “How do you know about the lego set?”

“Hm?” You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Sunghoon and I made a bet. He said I have a crush on you, I said I didn't, and now I own him a lego set.”

“That little-” Jake couldn't help but grin. “We made a bet too. I also own him a lego set.”

You started laughing, looking at him in disbelief. “We need to get back to him on that.”

“Hey!” Sunghoon intervened. “Looks like I got you together that way, didn't I? So technically you should even get me a third lego set!”

It only took Jake and you two seconds of eye contact to make up a plan. You both ran towards Sunghoon, Jake grabbing him under his arms while you grabbed his legs. There was a little pond where you carried him to, followed by the loud laughs and cheers of your friendgroup. They were effectively drowning out Sunghoons laughs and pleas for mercy, followed by his scream as you dropped him into the pond. With a snort he came back up again, grinning at you two.

“Okay okay, then no third lego set. But seriously, I am happy for you. Just be aware that there are 6 other guys around you, okay? No excessive kissing please.”

Two seconds later Jakes lips were onto yours, trapping you in a kiss that you both planned to last forever - if it wasn't for said 6 other guys pushing you into the pond.

~~~

this took me so long but i hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it 🩷 i would love to hear your feedback and opinions about this so please don't hesitate to reach out.

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[mirrology]

— Eudialyte .ᐟ ʚɞ

✿ "Eudialyte has developed the nickname of “The Stone of the heartland” due to its connection to the energies of unconditional love"

Ft. Aventurine, written with male reader in mind but no mention of he/him, so can be read as gender neutral. wc: 1039

Content: teen! reader, reader works with the IPC, platonic relationship w/ aven, inspired by hnk; when phos lost his legs / after losing your legs in an accident and having to replace them with doll-like ones, you feel useless. Fortunately, Aventurine is here to remind you that your thoughts don't describe you. slight angst.

A/n: i was having big brother Aventurine brain rot, dont ask me how the legs work, even i dont know. Aventurine may be ooc

The atmosphere was peaceful in the vast garden that you were situated in, sitting on a stool that Aventurine helped you on. He said that you needed to get some fresh air, since after the attachment of the legs you couldn't move them just yet. That... made you feel like a burden, he had been helping you get everywhere these past few days.

Aventurine said he didn't mind, yet your thoughts were swirling in your head, you couldn't bring yourself to not feel like this. Your vision blurred with tears as you blankly stared down at your new legs, the material ran up to your mid-thigh then stopping and pressing against what was left of your flesh and bone.

Your knee joint was ultimately replaced with a ball joint that resembles one of a ball jointed puppet. Maybe it was the IPC's way of saying "you're just a puppet and we control the strings" — how despicable.

You furrow your brows in distaste and put a hand against the section that meets synthetic with flesh. "These things look kinda weird, huh?" you muttered, tilting your head to get a better perspective of the material that was now a part of you.

You sat there for a bit, but got fed up with being so still. You wanted to walk and run and jump! In a spontaneous motion you grabbed your knee and shook it desperately, "just move already!" you grunted tilting back a bit.

The stool tilted back as well, and with a thump you landed on your back on top of the green grass. a wince left your mouth as you tried to regain your breath.

breathe in...

and out.

You sighed in defeat while turning on your side, watching the blades of grass sway with the wind in a mesmerizing dance. “I’m completely useless…” you muttered in sorrow, tears welling up at the corner of your eyes. Footsteps broke you out of your trance and a familiar shadow covered your figure that was laying down, you looked up at the comforting face of the man that you considered a brother.

“I left for only 5 minutes” he chuckled and picked up the stool that had fallen down “how exactly did you end up on the ground?” Aventurine smiled cheekily as he crouched down to pick you up in a princess carry. He looked down at you in his arms and he noticed your teary eyes, his expression turned into a concerned one quite quickly. 

Aventurine gently sat you down on the stool once more and crouched down on one knee in front of you as he stared into your eyes. “What’s wrong, kiddo?” he softly spoke as he reached up towards your face and flicked away a tear with his thumb, one that was threatening to spill over.

You stared at him with a conflicted expression, you didn’t know how to tell him. As much as you wanted to let out the horrible thoughts in your head you felt as if you would be bothering him with your problems. More tears filled your eyes along with some flowing down your cheeks, you pressed the palms of your hands to your eyes in an attempt to stop your sobbing.

“Oh, (name)...” Aventurine whispered, he stroked your head while softly moving your arm away from your face. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” He asked as he held your hand, encouraging you to spill your thoughts to him. You sniffled, lightly rubbing underneath your nose, “i..” you paused. Your eyes trailed down to your legs that now donned those puppet like joints, your lips slightly quivered as you opened your mouth, hesitantly speaking. “Am I- do I bother you?”

Your hopeful eyes met his understanding ones, Aventurine’s eyes softened as he processed your words. “Of course not” he smiled reassuringly “you could never be of bother to me” his hold on your hand tightened a little. Once more you looked at your lap, your hair covering a significant part of your face, “i can't move my legs, i cant move around by myself…” you trailed off and pausing for a second then raising your head to meet his eyes yet again. “I feel like a burden to you and also useless at the same time, it’s… so frustrating.” you grimaced, slightly cringing at the words that tumbled out of your mouth. You never thought that you would spill everything like that.

Aventurine was shell shocked, although he had his suspicions of you feeling under the weather because of your loss of your legs, he wouldn't have predicted that it would impact you this much. Everytime he would come into your room to give you your dinner or to check on you there would be something off, such as your puffy eyes, tear stains on your pillow etc. 

Of course, how couldn't he have noticed it sooner? Aventurine reached up and cupped your cheeks in his hands, you could feel the warmth of his hands radiating from his palms. “You're not a burden, (name)” He answered, “I would take care of you for as long as it takes,” he said, his eyes determined. “Because I care for you, you have brought happiness to my world when I needed it most.”

“So, don’t cry anymore, kiddo”

Your breath hitched, teary eyes wide and filled with much needed relief. Suddenly you tackled him in a hug, your hands wrapped around him tightly as if he would suddenly disappear and you burried your head in the crook of his neck. Aventurine quickly caught you in his embrace, he chuckled and leaned his head on yours as he rubbed you back in comfort. 

In an instant your stomach grumbled, indicating that it was hungry. Your face heated up at the moment being ruined by your hunger. “wow, someones hungry” Aventurine teased as he leaned away from the hug, he snickered at your flushed face. “Hey! Don't make fun of me!” you exclaimed while lightly punching his arm, “haha, okay okay.” He smiled as he picked you up, “why dont we get you something to eat?”

“Can we have (f/f)?”

“Hmm.. i don’t know..”

“Aven!

“Alright, i'll stop. of course We can your majesty”

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[causenessus]

binary stars

part 0.8. HOME

NOW PLAYING . . . right side of my neck by faye webster

as that last ball dropped on the court, there was absolute silence. it wasn’t clear whether that was because everyone was still processing what had happened or if it was because one side was shocked at how horribly this game had gone. or, more specifically, one boy was in shock at how horribly he had played.

then she was approaching him and his heart dropped amongst the squeaks of shoes against the floor, his teammates getting ready to clean up while the other team congratulated each other.

he had been nervous all day, nothing had gone as he planned. he wasn’t able to pull her aside to talk to her all day which had left him walking in the dark. he had no idea when he was going to be able to talk to her today but he knew he didn’t want to run away.

but he had been so nervous his hands were clammy and shaking, his legs didn’t move like he wanted them to, and his mind was preoccupied by other things than volleyball. 

“tooru, can we talk?” she was in front of him, and he felt dizzy for a moment. but this was the present, and this was the only chance he had.

“please,” he said, sounding more urgent than he meant to, but he had been dying to talk to her all day.

her brows furrowed with concern before she began walking towards the doors of the gymnasium and he followed behind her quietly.

he looked around the gymnasium. kuroo had his arms crossed and was giving him a stupid grin from the other side of the net. matsukawa and hanamaki had smug smiles on their faces as well, and iwaizumi only nodded.

he sighed quietly to himself, sometimes his closest friends were the biggest teases in the world and no help at all.

they walked outside to the parking lot behind the building, the sky was turning a dark blue and purple as the sun was setting. he was so distracted by it he didn’t see her stop and turn around to face him.

she grabbed his hands to get his attention, and his heart twisted as she looked up at him. “hey, you’ve been acting off all day, are you okay? is something bothering you?”

he didn’t know how to respond, so many words and feelings were bubbling up in his chest and getting stuck in his throat. “yes,” he started, placing his hands on her shoulders, “you.”

her lips parted a little in surprise, “me? i’m bothering–”

“yes!” he exclaimed, somehow they had ended up moving farther back and she was up against the side of the car, “you…i’ve been trying to grab your attention all day. and i’ve been so nervous because i have something to tell you but you were so busy so i’ve been waiting and i just kept getting more nervous so that’s why i messed up this game so bad.” he looked away for a second, mumbling under his breath, “you’re lucky i love you.”

y/n blinked, he was building up to whatever he was going to say and it was making her more nervous, but this had been her fault. she had kept telling him to wait whenever he said he wanted to talk. “i love you too, tooru. what did you need to tell me?”

his face warmed as he looked back at her. she thought he was saying it as a friend. she was really going to make him say it. he groaned, leaning closer to place his forehead on her shoulder, “no, not like that. and iwa-chan calls me the idiot, god…” he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “i love you, yn. when bokuto was talking about how i liked someone he was talking about you. i like you.”

“oh.” she turned red, feeling like her entire body was paralyzed as she looked at him.

he kept going, taking his hands off her shoulders to run them through his hair, “and it’s okay if you don’t like me back, iwa-chan and kuroo said you might but i’m still so scared maybe you don’t.”

the silence that filled the space after that almost made him pass out, his heart was beating so erratically he couldn’t calm himself down.

then she spoke, “no i…i like you too, tooru. i’ve just been so scared these past few years–”

then there were lips against hers and her legs almost gave out. he pulled back just an inch, and her eyes were lost in his. “shut up,” he murmured, lips still close enough that they brushed against hers as he talked. “don’t believe anything i said when i was younger, unless it was a compliment about you. i was stupid back then.”

he kissed her again and she sighed against his lips without even meaning to. all the stress and heartbreak that had welled up in her finally leaving. her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

when they broke apart, he had a hand on her face, his thumb rubbing small circles into her cheek. “when you got distant however many years ago, i realized how much i needed you with me. and i’ve just continued to be stupid until now because i hate being apart from you. i want to be with you,” he spoke, his breathing a little labored.

she kept her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him close, “i want to be with you too, tooru. i’ve wanted to for so long, and i promise i’ll never get distant again.”

“good,” he pulled her in tightly for a hug, resting his head on her shoulder, “i’m going to keep you to that promise.”

“i wouldn’t dare break it,” she replied, returning the hug.

they stayed entwined in each others arms for a little while longer before she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

she saw a few heads peeking from around the corner and sighed, drawing lazy circles across tooru’s back before she pulled away from the hug.

“makki and mattsun, you can come out. and who is that? kunimi?” she called out.

the three boys stepped out guiltily. “we weren’t spying, promise,” hanamaki began.

“iwaizumi sent us out here to check on you guys,” kunimi continued, looking unbothered by the arm tooru had wrapped around their manager.

“can we go home now, mother? i’m tired,” matsukawa complained, kicking his feet at the dirt. 

y/n broke out into a small smile, looking at the bunch, “of course, loves. let’s go home. sorry we took so long.”

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extras <3

as soon as y/n took oikawa outside kuroo was yelling for everyone to get ready and iwa was herding everyone up the stairs to watch them from the windows above the court

kuroo and iwa bro hugged after tooru kissed y/n, happy their work finally paid off

extra a/n things b/c it's the end <3

this is based off an experience of my own LMAO except mine didn't have a happy ending but my "friend" in question was frustrating and confusing me so much i projected onto oikawa

BIGGEST PET PEEVE IS USING NAMES IDK WHY UGH using yn bro felt like i was in a wattpad fanfiction i felt so bad but hopefully the written part was okay

ik i could've dragged this out longer but the ideas just kinda came to me and i'm ready to start a new smau everyone give it up for me pls this is the first work i've ever actually completed and not abandoned

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

I think it would be really cute if someone calls Eri is ‘Apple Blossom’ because those are the flowers that turn into the yummy apples she loves (Lucifer or Charlie from Hazbin Hotel)

-You were considered an…usual citizen of Hell, mainly because you didn’t belong there. You belonged in Heaven, but someone was able to kidnap you from Heaven and spirited you away to Hell, hiding you there.

-You managed to slip away one day, running, trying to do whatever it took to hide away from this scary man who had a bird like head, who was torturing you for your unique abilities to rewind things, a healing ability to put it simply.

-It was Charlie who found you, thinking you were adorable, and Vaggie immediately knew that you had been taken from Heaven, telling her girlfriend and the two agreed to hide you at the hotel.

-Needless to say, the other residents of the hotel were quite shocked to meet you, as you were such a sweet and gentle child, despite the pain and torture you endured.

-Angel immediately took you out shopping and when you came back you were wearing matching outfits, as he said you had to always look fabulous!

-Husk did his best to avoid you, not wanting to taint you by accident, but he was surprised when Angel didn’t. Husk always makes sure you have juice, never letting you have any booze, and he will sit there and let you pet his wings, trying to ignore your sweet words on how fluffy he is!

-Niffty adores you, finding you to be the cutest, most adorable thing in existence and she loves when you ask if you can help her in the kitchen. You can always help her, but she makes sure you stay away from the knives.

-Charlie became like a big sister to you, doting on you, teaching you everything she can, which also includes musical numbers, much to Vaggie’s ‘amusement’ but she’s very protective of you.

-Vaggie is like a guard dog with you, she knows that the one hunting for you is still out there, and she isn’t willing to risk your life or safety in the slightest. Vaggie lets you play with her with hair all the time, as Charlie has been teaching you how to braid.

-Alastor was very apprehensive about being around you, he would always send you to one of the others, not willing to deal with you, mainly because he had no idea what to do with a child. He wasn’t mean to you or anything, he would just pat your head softly and tell you to go find Charlie or whoever was in the area.

-You were peeking around the corner, holding something to your chest, looking for the Radio Demon himself, wandering the hotel’s public areas where you’ve seen him before.

-You spotted Alastor up ahead and your eyes lit up, a little smile coming to your lips as you trotted after him.

-Alastor heard your little footsteps, “I thought I heard someone following me. Are you looking for Charlie?”

-You shook your head, “I was looking for you Alastor.” He seemed surprised by your words, bending at the waist, looking a bit menacing but you weren’t bothered, “Oh and why is that my little apple blossom?”

-Your eyes went wide at his words, sparkling lightly before you held up what you were carrying, a crayon drawing of Alastor, holding it out to him, “I wanted to give you this since you’re always so nice to me!”

-He was a little confused, not remembering being nice to you, as he would always send you away, but such is the innocence of a child as he took the drawing, seeing that you did your best to capture his essence.

-His wide smile never left his face as he leaned over and patted your head again, “Thank you Y/N.” you beamed up at him before you scurried off, going back to your drawing supplies so you could make one of Angel next.

-Alastor couldn’t help but look down at the drawing, feeling something, he wasn’t sure what it was, in his chest, as he returned to his tower, pinning the picture on the back of his door before moving to the window.

-What an odd child you were.

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[roryzlittles1ut]

Backstage Pass: R!Euronymous X Fem! Reader.

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Warnings: Protected Sex, Fingering, Mixture of Gentle and Rough Sex, Mentions of smoking/drugs, Dom!R!Euronymous, Sub!Reader, Mentions of Drinking, Slight Manipulation (idk if imma add this ngl).

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Your friends dragged you to a Mayhem concert, though you weren’t really into metal. You were a tiny bit annoyed, as your friends acted like wild animals. Everyone was screaming, head banging, smoking, drinking, doing drugs, some even secretly having sex. You rolled your eyes as the metal band slowly emerged from backstage. One of the members really caught your eyes though, Øystein Aarseth, the leader of the band, and the lead guitarist.

“Alright, settle the fuck down. You guys ready to hear some true, Norwegian, black, fucking metal?” He yelled, the whole crowd screaming loudly. You stared at him, feeling so flustered as you lost words. He glanced down at the crowd and noticed you. He started playing his loud music as the singer, Pelle growled in the microphone. You didn’t care about anyone else, just him.

Øystein continued to play the guitar as the music got louder, almost making your ears bleed. It didn’t bother you at all, all of your attention was on him, just him. He winked at you as he slowly approached you, getting on one knee, but still playing his guitar loudly. “What? Never seen a metal head before?” His voice was deep as his blue eyes sank into your eyes.

You blushed as you tried to figure out the right words to say. He smirked slightly and grabbed your chin, his thumb caressing your soft skin. He tilted his head to the side as the light glared on his face paint, making it noticeable that it was coming off. “I-I..it’s not that. I’ve just never been to a concert before.” You said shyly, not knowing how to exactly react. He chuckled and got back up on his feet, walking away as he played the guitar again.

You felt weak in the knees. Your friends squealed at the whole band, saying how bad they wanted to fuck one of them, even Øystein. You shook your head and looked away. Then, after the concert, a security guard walked up to you. “Hey, Miss. Mr. Aarseth wants to see you backstage, he says it’s important.” Of course you couldn’t miss this opportunity, so you followed the security guard backstage.

Once you guys reached backstage, he was sitting on the couch in a manspread manner. The security guard walked away, closing the door. Øystein got up as you stayed quiet. He grabbed your cheeks with his rough, veiny hands as he stared into your eyes. “Oh..you look like a little princess who needs help, or maybe something else.”

Your eyes went wide as you blushed, feeling him pull you closer to him. He chuckled a bit in amusement. “Did that get your attention or something? You stupid whore. All of you girls are the same, but you seem..a bit different.” He brushed some hair out of your face with his index and middle finger, being gentle with you. It was prettty odd, but you did like his touch. “What do you want? You’re the one who invited me here.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words, then he let go of you. “Alright..I want a little favor from you.” He whispered into your ear, giving it a soft kiss as he slowly plopped back on the couch. He sat back in his manspread way, staring at you up and down. “What?” You said, a little nervously though. He sighed softly and looked away, shaking his head.

“No, seriously. What is it? Because I could really be heading home now.” You crossed your arms, staring at him. Øystein slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. He pinned you against the wall and started taking off your clothes. “Be a good girl..” Your eyes widened slightly as you blushed.

As he took off your clothes, he pushed you back onto the sofa, taking off your panties. He leaned in and started demolishing your pussy, nuzzling aggressively into it. You can feel his nose against your clit, making you moan loudly out of ecstasy. His tongue made you see stars as he swirled his tongue around your aching, wet pussy. You also didn’t expect him to just do this to you so fast. He seemed so desperate.

You placed your hand in his hair, your fingers getting tangled in it. He grabbed you from underneath your thighs, picking you up as he plopped down on the couch. He still had your pussy pressed up against his mouth, but now you were sitting on his face. He roughly slapped your ass, making you let out a squeak. “Never been eaten out by a metal head hm? How does it feel you fucking dirty girl?”

You whined softly and squirmed, no words coming out. It felt so good, too good. He pulled away from your clit and looked up into your eyes, shoving his middle and ring finger inside of you. You gasped again, your eyes widening. “Oh my gosh!” You whined again. He chuckled as he felt how wet you were, moving his fingers in and out of you roughly. “Mm..so wet. You’re just aching for my cock.”

He stopped and shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Come on, be good and taste yourself.” His eyes were locked into your deeply. You sucked on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took off his pants and boxers, his cock sprung out of his pants. You gasped, not expecting him to be so huge. He shoved one finger inside of your pussy as he leaned in, sloppily making out with you.

“I want this so bad, I want you so bad. You looked so lost and pathetic in the crowd. I could’ve gotten off stage and fucked you right there.” He whispered into the kiss, moving his hand a bit faster. You whimpered, blushing so much as you felt close to your orgasm. He felt you clench against his fingers before pulling out. “No no, not yet. I need to have my cock inside of you when you cum.”

He stroked himself for a quick second as he grabbed a condom, putting it on before placing you down on the sofa. He shoved himself in your tight heat, making him groan. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.” He thrusted into you in a slow, steady manner, placing his hands on your waist. He grabbed a cigarette from the table in front of the sofa and lit it with his lighter, tossing the lighter to the floor. He took a drag, starting to fuck you a bit harder and faster.

You squealed as you felt him arrange your insides. You felt a bit flustered, and he loved it. He groaned, fucking you harder. You started tearing up a bit, and Øystein noticed. He tilted his head to the side and slowed down. “Can’t take it anymore? Aw, you’ll get used to it.” He smiled a bit and took another drag of his cigarette, starting to slowly move a bit faster. He let out a grunt as you let out a whimper.

He tossed his cigarette aside, squeezing your breasts roughly. “So fucking fluffy and smooth. Like that?” He smiled and kissed your neck before kissing your forehead. “I-I’m gonna cum~..” You murmur shyly, gasping for air. That just fueled the fire. He moved harder and rougher. “Then..cum for me. Be a good girl.” He moaned into your ear, letting out a soft chuckle. He lifted you up and placed you on top of him, squeezing your ass as he fucked you with no mercy.

You moaned loudly, making him cover your mouth. “Shh, the rest of the guys are here. I know you love being fucked by me, but don’t be so loud.” You nod quickly, whimpering into his hand. You were so close to your orgasm again, your eyes rolling back. He wrapped another hand around your waist, moaning in a quiet manner. Then, it hit you hard. He our orgasm made you do star struck. You almost screamed, but he held your mouth tighter.

“Shh, shh, good girl, good fucking girl.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead, slowly pulling out. He gently placed you back down on the couch, taking off his condom and putting his pants back on. “I’ll take you home, don’t worry.” He smiled a bit and played with your hair. It was like he completely forgot he just fucked your brains out, as you slowly fell asleep.

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AN: I know it’s been so long, but I have lost almost all of my motivation and decided to get it over with. It’s kind of like the Mike story, and this is pretty rushed so, I hope you..enjoy at least :3

#rory culkin #i love him sm. #pls give me a chance #he’s so pookie #he’s so silly #i love him #he’s so cutie patootie #fill my pussy #i love my baby boy #bookie bear

[vaguely-concerned]

Garashir ficlet, PG, context is that Garak is about to go do… Something on his own (specifics very much ????? but probably something foolhardy and secretive and doomed ala Improbable Cause) and Julian is Not Having It this time. Probably fits into some of the later seasons vibes-wise. 

Julian said tightly: “My Kardasi might still need some work, but — ”

“Oh, no at all, considering how recently you started your studies your efforts are downright impressive, if, ah — charmingly archaic at times. If that’s to be laid at anyone’s feet it should be mine, probably, remind me to recommend you something written within the last few centuries sometime soon.” 

Giving this attempt at diversion exactly as much consideration as it deserved, Julian completely ignored him and finished his own line of thought: “ — but at this point I have a veritable doctorate in Garakese. There’s something you’re not telling me.” 

“Many things, I’m sure. If I’d known you had any interest in the optimal soil composition in which to grow Lovalan roses, I would have gladly shared my insight. All you had to do is ask, my dear. In the spirit of cross-cultural knowledge exchange, I always stand ready to chip in and do my par — ”

“Elim.” 

That made Garak blink, just that split second too long, even as his face remained perfectly still and smiling around it. It was subtle enough that an unaugmented eye might not have caught it, but Julian’s did.

No longer bothering to hide his own desperation, Julian pressed on: “Elim, please. You’ve got me worried with this. I want to help in any way I can, and — and I don’t like to think about what might happen if I can’t.”

There was a moment of silence between them in which Julian could hear his own quickened breathing too loudly in his ears. 

“That’s… characteristically kind of you, Doctor,” Garak said eventually, voice slightly hushed, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping child in another room. “But there is nothing to worry about. Really.” 

“Brush me off if you really feel like you have to, but please, at least do me the courtesy of not going out of your way to insult my intelligence while you’re at it,” Julian snapped. “How stupid do you think I am? How do you expect me to just close my eyes and sit back like nothing’s wrong while you — ”

Garak sighed. “You’re right, that was unworthy of me. Please, put it down to old habit, not a lack of respect. Very well, then let me rephrase what I was trying to say slightly, in order to be more precise — whatever might or might not be going on, there’s absolutely nothing you can do, and I really would rather you stayed out of it. Knowing you to be safely out of the line of fire would provide me with infinitely more comfort and utility than anything you could actively do to help. Which, again, is nothing.”

“But — ”

“Julian. Please.” 

Julian would have been thrown less off-balance if Garak had punched him square in the jaw. “Oh, that’s a dirty trick,” he said, unsteadily. 

“And here I thought ‘turnabout is fair play’ was a guiding Human principle,” Garak said, and his tone was light but his eyes were soft and very sad. “I see I have been misinformed.”    

The idea that Julian’s initial exposure to the Cardassian language leaves him speaking it like the equivalent of a Regency era novel or something to contemporary Cardassian ears in the beginning is a headcanon that is so dear to me  

#garashir #star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #julian bashir #elim garak #my writing #god. I just started a new fic this evening. I've got 5 proper wips on the go now not just this style of fragment nonsense. help

[romeavecryst]

Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹

II. Spill my guts

sum: tsukishima finding himself thinking a bit more of the nekoma manager, maybe looking a bit more into her wont be to bad..

Warnings: Tsukishima being a Cutsie little stalker, cursing, teasing, not really proffered! Mention of past relationship.

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He hated it he hated this feeling, it didn’t help how his teammates would talk about ‘Nekomas pretty manger’ it irritated him how Tanaka and Noya practically drooled over her when they brought her up. What made it worse is when yamaguchi let it slip that he had ran into her in the hallway. The two second years going crazy that he had gotten that close to her.

“Common you don’t even know her name!” Noya groaned.

“Why would I even ask she ran into me.” He said.

Tanaka punched him in the arm “you didn’t even say sorry just walked away, how could you she’s gorgeous.” He complained.

Tsukishimas rubbed his arm rolling his eyes, oh he apologized. Not that he wanted to, remembering the moment making him frown. “Ask Kiyoko, they hugged after the game.” Kageyama spoke up.

The three snapping their heads towards the first year. “You’re so smart!” Noya and Tanaka cried pushing off of Tsukishima.

He found it sad how desperate they were to find out her name, why did they even need it? He thought she’s not even around her it’s not like they’d go out with her. To them she was just a pretty face and that pissed tsukishima off, at lest have the decency to ask her name in person. What made this more dreadful is the he wanted to know her name to, to be truthful he’d looked up their roster and coaching staff but didn’t find a name that would fit her. God maybe he was worse than them for doing that.

“SHE HAS AN INSTAGRAM!” Tanaka yelled.

Tsukishima groaned standing up, walking by his two upper class men he glanced at the phone they looked at scrolling through her feed.

It wasn’t stalking if her account is public right? Tsukishima opening up his phone as he began to walk home only for him to close it and shove the phone back in his pocket. He groaned closing his eyes, “Everything alright Tsukii?” The sound of his best friends voice was heard from beside him.

Tsukishimas eyes met his, “I’m fine.”

Lie. And yamaguchi could tell, “don’t bs me what’s up. I get if you don’t wanna tell me but I’m here to listen.” He shrugged.

He wanted to tell him, he wanted that Nekomas manager had an attitude, how he haters her bratty tone pissed him off. How she was stuck in his head how she barely touched him but her body spray lingerd on him after, how she smelled of coco butter and vanilla. How stupid he felt. How she pulled an apology out of him and it wasn’t even a real one! God she pissed him off. Especially how nervous he got.

He wanted to throw up.

“Tsukii?”

“Why are they so obsessed with her?”

“Nekomas manager?”

“Yeah”

Yamaguchi paused for a moment “It’s Tanaka and Nishinoya, it’s just the way they are. Plus she is pretty.”

“Is that really all? Over them being a bit girl crazy.” Yamaguchi spoke rubbing the back of his neck.

No. Was he jealous! No that’s stupid. “Just don’t get it I guess, I mean don’t you get tired if it? Them always asking you if you have a girlfriend? If you have a crush.” Tsukishima asked.

“Not really, it’s never bothered me. I mean I do like girls but it’s not my whole personality nor do they like me back at times. Just keep to myself.” Yamaguchi spoke thinking about as he talked.

Tsukishima always disliked the concept of crushes, how one shared feelings for another but can’t tell them. The feeling of falling in love yet waiting just to perhaps be rejected? The obsession that came with it always wanting to talk to said person or being with them. How you can ever get them out of your mind. It was lame, it made him feel sick.

“You like someone don’t you.”

Tsukishimas head Turing to look at his friend. “No, I’m not interested in all of that.” He spoke. Truthfully he wasn’t, he no intention of getting a girlfriend or even talking to someone romantically.

Maybe it was the comfort of his bed, how he laid on his back as he opened Instagram again. Typing in the name tag, pressing on the first profile. Yeah she was known that for sure. Scrolling through her feed, learning she’s social, loves her family, and all around loves taking photos of herself, but how could she not she’s pretty. Her face was made for the lens of a camera.

“Really like putting yourself out there huh..?” He spoke to himself, the moment he said that his finger slipped a pink heart popping up on the screen.

“No.”

“Oh shit!” He sat up quickly. It was a photo of her on the beach sitting up on her knees her hands up blocking the sun from her face. He liked a fucking Bikini post from 6 months ago.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” He groaned. What if he unliked it? She still see it. No that was stupid.

The sound of his door opening made if head turn. “Everything alright Kei!” His mother asked.

“Yeah. Im great just people,” he spoke taking a deep breath before talking to him mom again “I’m alright sorry for worrying you.” He spoke. She nodded closing the door.

“No fucking way!”

“What a little stalker.” She spoke softly her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

“Who’s a stalker?”

“Nobody. Some kid I met a little over a week ago.” Yn spoke to her older brother.

He groaned pushing off the doorway. She laughed lightly pressing on his profile. Not a very out there guy hmm.. he had a few post. Her thumb lingered over the follow button, “fuck it.” Pressing it setting her phone down.

The little buzz of her phone making her smirk, peeking at her phone ‘keitsukiishima_07’ followed you back.

She picked up her phone a giddy grin on her face, opening the messages. Oh she was about to give this kid so much shit.

She couldn’t help but laugh, lord he was dry tho.

Tsukishima on the other hand threw his phone on his bed the blonde now standing up, “so stupid.”

Yet when he found himself back in his bed he opened the chat once more, only to close it. No. He’s going to bed. Forgetting about what just happened and going to sleep. If only it was that easy, tossing and turning but he couldn’t sleep, he’d being lying if he wasn’t waiting for another text.

Didn’t matter what it was. But he’d be damned if he text her.

She wasn’t much different, but she waited till the next day.

“Kuroo are we inviting Karasuno to the summer camp?” She asked standing infront of his desk.

He looked up at her his face scrunching “I think.”

“Why-“

“Thank you!” She spoke leaving his classroom.

Maybe she didn’t have to wait as long as she thought to see him. Her summer break go free labored babysitting wouldn’t be to bad. She’d have a first year to pick on.

It was wierd how she found herself back looking at those three post, one of him reading a book somthing his friends probably took, the two other of him on a hike. A taller women, blonde, standing next to him, his mom she guessed how he held her just as close as she did him a half smile on his face. One most would think is fake and forced but it was genuine Tsukishima Kei was a mamas boy.

Her eyes scanned the phone as she continued to look, a notification popping up.

‘Tetsu(hater)😒’

‘Your ex is gonna be at the camp wanted to give you heads up!’

Her once smile dropping. Gross. Common, I mean sure he’s part of a team that’s friends but common. She was thankful for the heads up but she felt sick. He was gonna be there at that camp for 2 almost 3 weeks. God damn it. She could feel tears weld up in her eyes, she hated it. They’ve been apart for over 5 months. And now she had to see his stupid fucking face. It made her sick.

Felt as if she would spill her guts.

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu tsukki #hq kei tsukishima #tsukishima kei x you #kei tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

[coquelicoq]

natsume book of friends season 4 opening sequence has got me incredibly fucked up. the lyrics. kid natsume's tiny little legs and teenage natsume watching him run. the lyrics. nyanko-sensei burrowing into his arms. did i mention the lyrics? ending frame on the fujiwara family. including natsume. because he's part of their family. as the lyrics ask him to "please [not] keep suffering alone"? somebody fucking hold me.

#i'm actually almost done with season 4 because i have no self-control. and every time i watch the opening i'm like #no this has only gotten more potent since the last time i watched it. we are reaching danger levels #natsume yuujinchou #natsume's book of friends #my posts #season 4 is the season of tanuma just completely destroying me on every level. why is every single character like this?? #every time he learns something about natsume he's like oh so this is what it's like for natsume? #and then it happens again and he's like wait natsume ALSO has THIS OTHER THING to contend with?? #and again: AND A THIRD THING?? WHY MUST THE WORLD'S BEST BOY NATSUME TAKASHI SUFFER??? #he just wants to help natsume deal with stuff and i am on the fucking floor #his thought process is just #this is hard for natsume. i wish i could help him. maybe here's a way i could help him? he doesn't want me to though because it would #put me in danger. but i don't want him to be in danger either. and i'm telling him that to his face. i don't think it's really #gotten through to him but that's okay i will just keep telling him. now i'm realizing that the thing i did to help him maybe just made #things harder for him. this is hard for natsume. i wish i could help him. maybe sometimes the best way to help him is to just #respect his wishes and yet remind him that he can lean on people and that people love him as much as he loves them #the part where tanuma realized why natsume doesn't tell the fujiwaras about youkai gutted me #this kid is so emotionally astute and such a sweetheart #i just watched the episode where natsume loses his picture of his parents and his old house is getting sold and i cried. SO many tears. #tanuma putting his foot down for once like no actually you need to admit that something is bothering you this time #we can find this picture. ask us to help you do this thing that we can actually do for you. you don't need to be sad for no reason #mmm can't be coherent about it just rest assured it was extremely harmful to me and also exactly what i needed #anyway the season 4 opening song as the thing you say to your younger self who lives inside your current self because #you can't actually go back in time and be the person your younger self needed to have in their life. so all you can do is love that child #in absentia but so so so fiercely and with your whole entire heart #all you can do is give your current self all the love you have for the child you were #jesus CHRIST