#rectangular nightstand

[ulrikmyrtue]

Eclectic Bedroom in Boston Bedroom - mid-sized eclectic master medium tone wood floor and beige floor bedroom idea with no fireplace and gray walls

#purple tufted headboard #wood framed window #bedroom #metallic table lamps #rectangular nightstands

[inoreuct]

i actually desperately need 40y/o zoro with reading glasses. thin wire frames with teensy rectangular lenses perched on his nose as he peers down at one of sanji’s french romance novels to see what all the fuss is about— after so many years with his husband he’s picked up a bit of the language and sanji has a stack of them on the nightstand and he’s bored, alright? sanji has something to wrap up at the restaurant and he might as well. he’s farsighted and squints at everything near him and it makes him look even grouchier than usual and the fact that he’s graying at the temples doesn’t help. he looks terrifyingly severe with all his scars and his frowning, until he smiles— he’s been doing that a lot more lately, and then people realise that’s why he has crow’s feet around his eyes. i need him to have a collection of bottles that he’s fiercely protective over; they’re all empty and the labels are faded to hell, but point to any one and he can tell you where it had been drunk. there’s a beer bottle from the first night he’d sailed with luffy. a sweet rum they’d popped to celebrate usopp’s return. the champagne from when he and sanji had gotten married.

i need 40y/o sanji with long, long hair that he ties and pins and styles differently every day. sometimes he makes decorative sourdough and he matches his braids to the patterns. i need him taking on protégés in his restaurant, guiding a new generation of culinary genius even though teenagers are fucking terrifying and annoying and argumentative, because he remembers being exactly like them and at the end of it they’re good kids. they listen to him (…to an extent). they’re sweet and talented and they do absolutely crazy shit in the process of trying to push their boundaries; sometimes they trip and fall, but it’s fine. that’s how they learn. that’s what sanji’s for, as their safety net and their mentor— he’ll give them shit for it and pick them up anyway, nag them while brusquely brushing off their knees. but sometimes, sometimes, they come up with something extraordinary, and sanji gets so proud he could cry. zeff drops by and nags at him for everything under the damn roof. sanji doesn’t mind it.

i need them in their kitchen, in the morning, when sanji’s far too chipper and zoro’s not awake enough, nursing a cup of coffee and half-asleep again at the table as sanji fries their eggs. i need zoro to have one of those old man rocking chairs that he settles into to watch the sunset and drink tea, because sanji’s managed to get him into tea of all things. he’d have never imagined liking matcha a decade ago. i need that rocking chair to be big enough for two so that sanji can curl into his side and thumb through yet another of his novels. i need zoro braiding his hair and falling asleep halfway. i need sanji pulling his glasses off when they slip down his nose and dragging his husband to bed so that he doesn’t bitch about his back hurting the next day. i need them at sanji’s restaurant, teaching the kids about food and liquor pairings— they’re a little terrified of zoro until he squints and pulls his specs out to read the labels, after which they’re running around calling him old man and grandpa roronoa. zoro fumes because for fuck’s sake, he’s forty, not ninety. he’s not old. he brings a bottle of wine three inches away from his face and sanji does nothing to stop the kids at all.

just— zoro with reading glasses. sanji with long hair. doing mundane, boring things that make them happy because they never expected to live this long anyway. zoro’s down to two earrings and sanji has one. their rings are woven straw pulled from luffy’s hat. they have a little motored dinghy out back that franky made for the times they need to go haul their captain’s ass out of trouble (as usual), but none of the crew are ever very far from each other. they stay at sanji’s restaurant in the all blue and occasionally fend off people from their past looking for revenge. or money. or to eat them out of the house and home, in luffy’s case, which then leads to zoro den den-ing the rest of the lot and sighing that they might as well come over for a cookout.

they’ve all gotten older; a little banged up and scruffed around the edges, but alive and well. nami’s making bank as a mapmaker who caters to the wealthy/insurance agent/financial advisor— zoro scoffs and calls her a swindling witch, to which she smiles at him all sweet before stomping solidly on his foot with her red-bottom heel. out of their conjoining workshops, franky and usopp have started a wildly successful demo-smithing company that specialises in custom explosives and bespoke carpentry. robin owns and maintains the most extensive archive of books any of them have ever heard of, and it’s pretty much lauded as one of the greatest libraries of all time; brook does gigs in jazz lounges and bistro bars, jinbei’s a diplomat who’s well-respected for campaigning for equal rights, and chopper runs his own medical practice. luffy, as usual, is doing whatever he wants, which is a little bit of everything. y’know, taking down corrupt governments and all that.

sanji feeds them like he’s always done and zoro brings out the good alcohol to pass around.

life’s good.

#zosan #40 yo zosan #this got out of hand #can’t believe they ran away with my brain cells again UGH #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #one piece #one piece zosan #sanji #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #zoro #old men yaoi #strawhat pirates #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew

[st4rfckerz]

early present | anakin skywalker x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: MDNI 18+, fluff, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, praise, anakin's a cutie pie

summary: anakin comes home after work with a little surprise.

a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND OTHER HOLIDAYS!!!! i'd be lying if i said this didn't come to me while listening to stargirl interlude but anyways enjoy you filthy animals.

it’s sunday evening and you’ve just finished cooking a large dinner and the dishwasher is running as you’re waiting for your husband, anakin, to get home. the twins were staying at their grandparents' house since its the weekend, leaving you and anakin alone for a few days. you were looking forward to spending time together without any distractions.

the house is quiet and peaceful with the exception of the running dishwasher and the music playing through a little radio you have propped up on the window sill. you hummed softly to yourself as you stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes after cooking a delicious dinner. the scent of the freshly cooked meal cooling on the stovetop still lingered in the air, making your stomach growl with anticipation. as you rinsed the foam off the plates, you glanced at the clock on the wall and realized he should be arriving any minute now.

you had decided to wear a green floral dress, hoping to look nice for anakin. the dress was fitted to your body, and you could feel the silk caress your skin as you moved. it was simple but elegant, and you felt good in the dress.

this year, you and anakin had agreed on would spending your money on christmas gifts for the twins instead of each other. there was a mutual understanding that neither of you would be getting each other presents. you had planned to stay true to your word, but it was really difficult to shop without purchasing anything for anakin. so, you secretly bought him a new watch, wrapped it carefully and hid it in your nightstand. it was just a small surprise, but you hoped it would make him happy anyway.

lost in your own thoughts, you didn't hear the front door creak open or the familiar sound of anakin's footsteps approaching from behind. it wasn't until you felt warm hands wrapping around my waist that you jolted in surprise.

"what are you doing!" you hastily turned around at the sound of anakin's booming voice. a small yelp escaped your lips and your hand flew to you chest as you tried to steady your racing heart. you eyes widened in surprise as you met his gaze, only to see the mischievous smile on his face and hear his laughter fill the kitchen. he was thoroughly enjoying the reaction he had elicited from you.

"very funny anakin." you smile and roll your eyes. you turn back around to resume doing dishes, and anakin wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"i'm sorry," anakin chuckles, you can feel his breath on your neck and his chest pressed against your back. his hands are holding you closely, their warmth spreading through your body. it's a cozy moment of closeness and affection. even though you're not doing dishes well with him wrapped around you, you're enjoying it anyway.

"you look really good today," he complimented, his voice filled with sincerity and genuine appreciation. "you smell good too, you're wearing my favorite." anakin takes a comically large whiff of your neck.

"ani stop, that tickles." you giggle. the warm vanilla scent is intoxicating, and he can't resist. anakin gives you a lingering kiss on your jaw, still keeping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

"ok ok, i'll behave," anakin pauses, his lips still pressed against your neck, to let out a breath. "i got you somethin'," he whispers quietly. anakin lifts a long  rectangular box from his pocket and holds it up in front of you. the gift is wrapped in sparkly green and red wrapping paper, adorned with a simple white ribbon. you are filled with anticipation as you stare at the box.

you turn around to meet his playful gaze again. "ani, you didn't have to get me anything." you explain to him.

"you don't even know what it is," anakin replies with a small smirk. "look, i know you said we weren't getting each other gifts, but i just thought this would be nice." ye holds the gift out to you and you take it in your hands. the wrapping is thin, and you can already hear the rustling of paper inside the box. anakin can't keep the grin off his face, as if he's dying to see your reaction to the gift.

you gingerly take the wrapped gift from anakin, slowly peeling back the thin layer of wrapping paper. your eyes widen when you see the gold plated necklace, with a striking "A" initial. it's delicate but vibrant, and the gold plating gives it a subtle touch of elegance. anakin is watching you patiently, his eyes glimmering with pride. ye leans forward eagerly, wanting to see your reaction to the present he chose for you.

"do you like it?" he asks softly. anakin folds his hands behind his back, holding back a smile as he waits for your answer. he keeps a close eye for any hint of disappointment or hesitation in your face, feeling uneasy. he wants this to be a nice surprise.

you nod slowly as you trace the initials with your fingers. the gold is so bright and shiny that you can almost see your reflection in it. "i love it, thank you." you tell him with a smile. anakin's expression is one of pride, and the look on his face tells you that he is happy that you like his gift.

"here, turn around." anakin pulls the necklace from the delicate, little box and puts the necklace around your neck. his fingers linger on your skin as he pulls the chain just tight enough so that the pendant sits above your collarbone. as anakin finishes fixing your necklace, he lifts your chin up to meet his eyes. you can't help the swarm of butterflies in your stomach as his thumb softly grazes against your cheekbone. his deep blue eyes are intense and his face is inches away from yours. you can feel the heat from his body radiating on your skin and it sends a shiver down your spine. anakin's gaze is unwavering and his eyes are locked on yours. he can't help but admire how the necklace highlights your best features and brings out your true beauty.

"so beautiful." anakin whispers before planting a kiss to your lips. the sensation is soft and sweet, like honey. like always, you can feel the spark between the two of you when your lips meet. anakin's hands slide down to your neck, tracing the edge of your collar bone where the necklace sits. anakin pulls you closer, his lips never leaving yours, and his fingers start to roam down your back.

the kiss becomes more heated as anakin starts backing you up against the counter. his lips are greedy, demanding more and more from you. anakin pulls you closer to him, pressing your body tightly against his. the kiss becomes even more heated and anakin's grip on you tightens. the kiss becomes heavier, almost desperate. anakin's hands move to your waist and his grip on you squeezes tightly, like he never wants to let go. his breath is warm as his tongue glides across your lips. you part your lips to grant him access, inviting his tongue to dance with yours. your soft moans reverberate through the air as anakin’s hands tenderly caress your waist, his touch sending sparks of electricity down your spine.

"my girl. mine." anakin's voice is deep and husky, and his words fall like velvet on your ears. he moans softly as he presses his tongue deeper into your mouth, his lips and body pressed deeply against yours. you can almost taste the desperation behind his words, like he is trying to pull you closer and never let go. you feel arousal shoot down to your core as anakin's words hit you in the right place. the feeling is all-encompassing, like a tide rushing towards you, and it's overwhelming in a very good way. your breath is fast and shallow, and you can't help but let out a moan.

"ani, i need you." you speak in between sloppy kisses, the words coming out hot and desperate. the ache that settled in your center was becoming unbearable, you needed something, you needed him.

"i know angel." anakin sighs. the words sent a shiver down your spine and you can feel the heat rising within you. your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. anakin's hands glide down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before firmly settling on your hips. with a sudden surge of strength, anakin spins you around, pushing your body against the cold surface of the kitchen counter. he cups your ass, squeezing it with a possessive grip. anakin's firm grasp then captures the edges of your dress, lifting it up and over the curve of your ass. a low growl escapes his throat once he notices the white lacy panties you decided to wear.

"oh sweetheart, s'this for me?" anakin coos sweetly. he revels in the sight of you, his eyes locked on the alluring contrast of the white lace against your warm flesh. anakin's gaze lingers on the wet spot that adorns the fabric of your panties. the moisture seeps through, leaving a damp and slick sensation against your skin. you nod shyly, a faint blush creeps across your cheeks.

anakin's fingers delicately curl around the waistband of your soaked panties. with a gentle tug, he starts to peel them down, revealing your glossy folds. the cool air caresses your aching cunt, sending an electrifying shiver up your spine.

feeling the heat and urgency of the moment, anakin unbuckles his pants, allowing them to pool at his feet. his engorged cock springs free, standing tall and proud in all its glory. your eyes are drawn to the sight before you, captivated by the throbbing length and girth that anakin possesses.

anakin's hand moves with practiced ease along his pulsating shaft, pumping it a few times, a low groan escapes his lips.

anakin's movements grow more deliberate as he uses his hand to guide the tip of his member along your slick folds, spreading your wetness and teasingly grazing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"you're driving me crazy." anakin grits. he aligns his pulsating member with your slick entrance, and with a steady, controlled thrust, he sinks deep inside you. the instant connection of your bodies shatters any remaining restraint, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of you. the feeling of fullness envelops you, stretching you deliciously to accommodate his girth. it's a perfect union, as if your bodies were made to fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

your body quivers as the sensations intensify, your arms reaching out in front of you, instinctively grasping at the smooth surface of the countertop. your fingers dig into the material, desperate for something to ground you amidst the overwhelming ecstasy that fills every fiber of your being. you arch your back and let out strings of sweet moans that echo through the room.

"look at you, my pretty little wife dressing up for me," anakin adjusts his angle slightly, aiming to hit that special spot that drives you wild. "i've been thinkin' about you all day angel, jus' the thought of you makes me hard." his words, a sultry murmur in your ear, ignite a fire within you. your body instinctively responds, your walls contracting around him, gripping him in a vice-like embrace. anakin lets out a deep, hoarse moan, the sensation of your gummy walls pushing him to the brink of his own release.

"ani m'close, so close," words tumble from your lips in a breathless babble as you seek to convey the urgency that pulses through your veins.

anakin's voice is shaky and needy, a torrent of words pouring forth from his lips. "angel," he moans, his voice breathless, "i want - i want to put another baby in you. let me fill you up, can i please..." his breath comes in ragged gasps, matching the intensity of his thrusts, as he confesses his own impending climax. a quiet "yes" escapes your lips and your body quivers beneath his forceful thrusts. anakin's breath hitches, an audible groan escaping his lips as your fervent request reaches his ears.

a blinding wave of relief overtakes you as your climax hits, leaving you feeling all warm and fuzzy. you can feel the pulsating warmth as anakin spills himself within you, filling you up completely with his hot cum.

anakin takes a second before carefully withdrawing himself from your tired cunt, you can hear his belt buckle clinking around as he fixes his pants. he trails feather-light kisses along your shoulders, peppering your skin with affectionate adoration.

"stay still," anakin leans down slightly to inspect your pulsating pussy. his gaze roams over your sticky folds, admiring the flushed hue that tells of your arousal. anakin traces the length of your entrance, teasingly circling the rim before slowly slipping inside to push his cum further into you.

"such a pretty pussy." he whispers. anakin's fingers delicately slide your panties back up before tugging your dress back into place, a tender affection resonates in his touch. his hands settle on your waist, his gaze filled with adoration as he turns you around to face him. the intensity in his eyes is evident as he surveys your flushed and satiated form. a satisfied smile curves his lips as he takes in the sight of you, his fingers trailing gently along your jawline. anakin leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

in the midst of the tender kiss, you feel a surge of excitement bubbling within you. the realization that you have a surprise gift for anakin cannot be contained, and you gently pull away from the kiss, a spark of eagerness illuminating your eyes.

"i got you something too." you beam. anakin's lips curve into a playful smile, his eyes mirroring your enthusiasm.

"it can wait," he says, his tone filled with a commanding edge that sends shivers down your spine. "right now, i want to see you on the bed, wearing nothing but your necklace." his voice grows husky as he speaks. you press a final, lingering kiss to anakin's lips, a sneaky smile dances across your face. with a playful sway of your hips, you turn to leave the room, but just as you begin to walk away, a sharp and satisfying sting resonates across your ass, making you let out a small yelp. you can hear anakin's footsteps approach from behind, a flutter of nervousness tickles your senses.

anakin had you in the palm of his hands and he had no intention of letting you go soon.

#nai writes ୨୧ #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #st4rfckerz

[peterman-spideyparker]

Domestic Adonis (Steven Grant x Reader)

Author’s Note: I mean really, this fic kinda came about because I couldn’t get this gif out of my head and wanted a way to use it somehow. He just looks so damn fine and Daddyᵀᴹ (I literally hate that I just said that but there is no other way I can put it) therefore proves I’m a slut so🫣🤷🏻‍♀️ C’est la vie, non? And we just love to see Steven confident, comfortable, and adventurous😏Enjoy! :)

Summary: Steven gets some new reading glasses that make your heart skip a beat and make you think of something. One night in bed as the two of you read, you voice this opinion to him. When you get back from a work trip one week later, boy are you in for a treat.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (doesn’t the gif say it all? LOL. Oral–f/m!receiving, penetrative), swearing, mentions of babies

Other Characters: Marc Spector (It’s a primarily Steven x Reader fic, so where Marc does make an appearance and it is a Steven x Reader x Marc kinda deal, but where he’s just there for a bit is why I’m classifying Marc as an “other character”)

Word Count: 3,058

You honestly don’t know how long you’ve been staring at Steven. You usually sneak glances when you read together before bed. The face of concentration that he has as he reads makes your heart flutter—a mix of contentment and fierce interest. Steven usually sneaks glances at you when he hits a section break or a new chapter, and you can’t help but blush when you both look over at the same time. You love seeing him and knowing that he has chosen you just as much as you have chosen him, and you’re positive that Steven feels the same.

And his glasses. You love his readers. The rectangular specks make him adorable, but he got new glasses, and it has been putting dirty images in your mind since. You don’t know what it is about those specs, but you simply cannot stop looking at your boyfriend of two years.

“What are you thinkin’ about, love?” he says with a small smile as he pulls his attention from the pages in his book to you, his chocolate eyes sparkling in the moonlight that comes in through the window, the beams clashing with the warm lamplight. Incoherent sounds escape your lips. How do you tell him what you’re thinking without sounding like you’ve always wanted it? Because it isn’t true. It’s just with the curls of his hair, the vibe of the new glasses . . .

“You,” you hum simply.

He gives you a tired smile. “Anythin’ beyond that?”

You shrug. “Don’t get mad?” you ask.

“At you? I don’t think I could, but, okay.”

“Have you ever thought about growing a beard?”

“What?” he asks with a lithe chuckle. “A beard?”

“See? Silly question,” you say, trying to return to your book. “Forget it.”

“Hey, hey, stop,” he continues to chuckle, pushing down your novel by its spine. “You think I could pull one off?”

“You don’t think you could pull one off?”

“Not without lookin’ like a ragamuffin, I don't.”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking, I mean, you have great hair on your head all pretty curly like that, and the, uh, t-the glasses . . .” you trail off, swallowing hard and providing him with a gentle shrug. “It could work, that’s all.”

He gives you a soft smile. “I’ll talk with Marc about it. It’s his face too, after all.”

“No, really baby. You don’t have to—It was stupid of me—.”

Steven plants a kiss straight in the middle of your cheek and then on your lips.

“Nothin’ that could ever come out of your mind or mouth is stupid,” he tenderly chastises. “Just different, that’s all. And sometimes, different is bloody brilliant.” He dog ears his page and places his book on the nightstand. “Now, I don’t mean to change the subject, but since your flight leaves while I’m at work tomorrow, I want to make sure my girl’s got everythin’ she needs. I know you have clothes and shoes and jammies since I helped you pack all that earlier, but you have your computer?”

“In my crossbody by my luggage."

“Brilliant. Passport and ticket?”

“In my center purse pouch, all zipped.”

“And your phone is chargin’?”

“Affirmative, captain.”

“Jacket?”

“By the door.”

“Well, that’s all I can think of.”

“Well, I can think of one more thing. I’m going the need . . .” you purse your lips to the side and playfully tap your chin. “Eight kisses from you before you leave tomorrow morning.”

“Eight?” he beams.

“Eight,” you confirm.

“That many might get you somethin’ a little more than you hope for, love.”

“It’ll just be a bonus, then,” you smile. “Unless, you want to preemptively secure that bonus now?”

“You see, as much as I would love that—and I really, really would—I feel if we do that tonight or tomorrow, I’ll only miss you more when you go.”

You look at him with nothing but adoration. “You are just too sweet. I swear, one day, you’re gonna give me a cavity.”

“I’d hate myself if I ruined that smile of yours,” he says with a playful smirk.

You can only smile at Steven as you pull him down for a kiss, moving your head to rest on his chest afterward as you each resume you reading until you both fall asleep.

“Hi hon!” you greet as you push the apartment door open.

“You’re back early!” you hear Steven call from the kitchen, something sizzling in a pan.

“Yeah, well, turns out all the flight switches from the airline worked out in my favor,” you tell him as you put your luggage next to the table by the door and hang your coat up. When you see Steven, you lose all control of your mouth. It hangs open with a shocked, Cheshire Cat smile as you look at your boyfriend. He stands there in the living room, wiping his hands on a cloth towel with his hair slightly disheveled and a luscious beard on his jaw. He looks like a domestic Adonis. It takes all of your willpower not to rush over to him in this moment and jump his bones. Holy shit.

“Surprise!” he says.

“Oh my,” you giggle as your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so big. “I didn’t think I was gone for that long.”

“This is almost a week’s worth of me not shavin’,” he blushes. “Do you like it?”

“Oh wow,” you repeat as you move towards your boyfriend. “Do I like it? You look so handsome! I mean, you always did but . . . Well, I mean, do you like it? It’s on your face!”

“It’ll take some gettin’ used to, but, it does make me look quite distinguished, don’t it?”

“Can you . . .” The words catch in your throat as you feel a blush and heat spread throughout your entire body.

“Can I what, love?”

“Can you put on your reading glasses for me?” you ask sheepishly.

His brows furrow momentarily as the corner of his mouth pulls into a confused grin before he moves over to the desk and slides them on.

Boom. Right there. Panties flooded. 

Steven was always undeniably sexy to you, but seeing him like this elevates him into another category of hotness. He looks like an older, sexy professor that everyone has the hots for.

“Just give me—,” you say as you hold up a finger, turning around briefly so you can let out a silent scream before you turn back to him, more composed this time.

“You know I saw that in the mirror, right?” he chuckles.

“I’m sorry, but this is really doing something to me and for me,” you breathe, still stunned at his appearance.

“Ooh,” he coos as he walks over to you with a spring in his step, placing his hands on you waist. “Someone is in a cheeky, saucy mood, isn’t she?”

“Uh, she was before she came home and now she really is,” you nod, draping your arms across his shoulders. Steven leans down for a kiss, and it sends your head into a spin. You knew the beard would probably tickle, but you are slightly taken aback at how soft the hairs are. You moan into his mouth and do what you can to deepen the kiss. Steven’s hands roam down your sides and squeeze the flesh of your hips. Your fingers comb through his long hair and tug at the roots, your body needing to get as much of Steven near you as possible. He grunts as your noses smush together and his hands move up your torso, scrunching up the cotton of your sweater in the process, the cool London air in the apartment tickling your skin. Steven’s fingertips graze the band of your bra, teasing you as you embrace and act on your desires.

“Mm,” you moan, your fingernails raking against his scalp. Put a baby in me.

After a beat, Steven’s hands unbunch the fabric of your sweater, pulling a whimper from your lips as he moves away.

“Is something burning?” you ask, trying to glance over to the range. You completely forgot he was cooking—he must smell something you don’t.

“No, no,” he says, his fingers gently pushing your gaze back toward him. “What did you just say?”

“If something was burning?”

“No, before that.”

“I don’t know. What did I say?” you ask genuinely.

“You said ‘Put a baby in me.’”

You look at him with wide eyes. “I said that out loud?”

“You didn’t mean to say it?”

“Um, not out loud, no,” you blush profusely. “I mean, I’ve thought about it, but, we haven’t really talked about it seriously or in-depth about it past the ‘Our kids would be so cute’ or ‘I want our kids to have your eyes’ stage. Marc and I haven’t really talked about it, either.”

Steven looks at you so tenderly you could fall apart. “I want to have a family with you,” he says softly. He looks over to the mirror, letting out a breathy chuckle as he grins and nods. “So does Marc. But we both agree that the beard might have made you a bit loopy and want to know if you’d be okay with delayin’ that for the moment.”

You smile and nod, bringing your lips back to his for a tender kiss. “Yeah, we can do that part later. When we talk about it more and decide if and yes, I’ll get off the pill and we can go from there.”

“Yeah,” he says warmly. “Yeah, we’d love that.”

“But, until then, uh, I do think you should turn off the stove and come to the bedroom.” You create some space between you as you remove your shirt. “The seats on the plane were really uncomfortable, and I have knots all over my body that need to be worked out.”

Steven’s eyes light up. He moves so fast across the apartment, you’re afraid he’s going to crash straight on his face. As Steven rushes back to you, his hands snatch your waist and lift you up and onto the mattress, his body serving like a cage has he hovers over you. You slip off his glasses and put them on the nightstand before his lips attach to the sweet spot on your neck, eliciting a moan from you. Not only does he know what that spot does to you regularly, but the sensation of his beard drives you wild as the hairs scrape against your skin. 

Like well-rehearsed actors in a play, you shed each other of your clothes, your hands caressing each other’s body while Steven’s lips take extra liberties along your skin.

“I missed you, too,” you breathe as Steven’s lips latch onto your breasts, worshiping the supple, fatty flesh. You squeak as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, giving each boob careful and devoted attention before his lips place sloppy, wet kisses down your stomach. Steven spreads your legs open, places alternating, lingering kisses on the inner flesh of your thighs before he reaches your middle.

“Tap my hand if it feels uncomfortable, alright?” he tells you.

“I promise,” you affirm.

You take a sharp breath in as his tongue licks along your folds before his lips capture your throbbing nub as he sucks on it. The beard isn’t as uncomfortable as Steven probably anticipated—his hair is just so soft, it feels nice and plush, ticklish at most. Your body is too focused on other sensations to process the tickle, as your hips squirm at the movements of his mouth. The way that Steven moves from increasing his pace to slowing it down makes your head spin, and he leaves you on edge the entire time, pressing one fat kiss on your throbbing clit as he moves away.

“Oh, damn,” you chuckle breathlessly as he slides up from between your legs, the evidence of my extreme arousal glistening in his beard. Just as you think he’s hovering over your body to kiss you and let you taste your arousal, he flips you over, his hands on your hips as he guides your ass into the air.

“Steven!” you giggle, completely surprised by the action.

“I’m trying somethin’ a bit different tonight, love,” he tells you, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Steven leans down over your back, kissing a line right down your spine from your neck to your tailbone. You can hear him drag his hand across his mouth moments before you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance.

“Ah,” you moan as he begins to press into you from behind. Every inch he puts in feels better than the last, and once he has bottomed out, he leans forward and peppers kisses all along your back and your shoulder blades.

“You look so lovely from this angle,” he praises, his hot breath and beard sending goosebumps all over your body. “So beautiful.”

“Steven,” you groan as he begins to rock into your body. “Oh my God.”

“Oh wow,” he pants, finding a steady rhythm. “Oh wow, you feel so good like this. Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me, love.”

His hands gently caress your waist, hips, and rear, unsure of where they should settle. Steven surprises you, keeping his left hand just above your hip bone as the other one gathers your hair in his fist. The slight yank at the roots of your hair is encouraging, causing you to tilt your head back just enough to arch your back and feel Steven in a new way. He must feel it too, because the groan that escapes his mouth is purely carnal. Letting go of your hair, he wraps an arm right under your bouncing breasts and lifts you up so your back is flush against his chest and he has access to the skin of your neck.

“Oh, Steven, yes,” you breathe, straining your neck to kiss whatever skin of his face you can find. “Right there.” The phrase turns into a chant, a chant into a prayer. With each utterance, he manages to hit deeper into you, and you relish the sensation. Sneaking his fingers down to your front, two of his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing tight circles over the bundle of nerves. You let out a high pitched moan as he kisses your shoulder. “Steven, I want to see your face. Please, baby, I want to see you when I come.”

Steven moves his kisses up your body until his lips hover just over your ear. 

“I’m gonna lie you down, okay, love?” he whispers.

You pant as you give him sort, quick nods. He pulls out and you feel empty, your body aching for Steven. He carefully puts you on the mattress, spreading your legs wide as he lines himself up to your entrance. He doesn’t push as slowly in you as he did the first time, but slow enough so he can admire how you look below him. One of his hands caresses your cheek, and you turn your face into it to press a kiss to his palm. Your moans harmonize as he bottoms out in you once more, leaning down to kiss you and rest his forehead against yours as he resumes the pace from the position on his knees. His hand slips in between your bodies, the pads of his fingers once more finding your clit and giving it a good rubbing. With Steven touching you like this, looking at you with nothing but tenderness in his eyes, and him looking like something straight from a fantasy is enough as you feel the band snap in your stomach, allowing you to come around him while he thrusts. Your grip and erotic cries encourage him to move faster towards his own release, and he continues to pound into you as far as he can as he finishes. You both stay like this catching your breath, how you always do after you find your release with one another. 

“I missed you so much,” he hums punctuating each word with a kiss.

“I missed you more,” you counter, pressing a long kiss to his plush lips.

Steven chases another kiss, a hand holding the side of your face to keep you there as he slides out and lies next to you.

“So, what do you think?” he asks, still panting slightly. “Is the beard here to stay?”

“If you want it to. The change is exciting, but I think I’ll miss that smooth jaw of yours eventually.” Steven presses a kiss to the juncture of your neck and jaw. “Although, if Donna ever gets that stick out of her ass and promotes you to tour guide, you might need to keep it. You ooze sexy academia right now.”

“Oh, is that it?” Steven laughs. 

“Mm, yeah,” you confirm. “You look so wise and smart and sexy and smart.”

“You said smart twice."

“Because you are. And I would have said sexy more than once, but I think by virtue of me being naked in your bed in your arms gets that point across pretty well.”

The smile that pulls on Steven’s face makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. Every time you think you can’t fall more in love with this man, he proves you wrong with things like this.

“I love you,” you tell him. “So much.”

“I love you, too,” he hums kissing you neck as he sharply inhales. “I second that motion.” Marc.

“Hi,” you chuckle as he continues to press kisses on your skin. “I love you, too.”

“Mm, I’m feeling a little more needy than that,” he whispers, and you can hear the smirk in his voice, dragging his beard along your skin in a way that he knows gives you goosebumps. “Did Steven tucker you out?”

You look over at his face, brushing the tip of your nose against his. 

“It’d be rude to reject the welcome wagon, wouldn’t it? Especially when it looks has handsome as my men do.”

Marc smiles briefly before his lips attach to yours, and the way that his hands grip onto your waist let you know that the welcome wagon will be making several stops with Steven and Marc as the conductors.

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[belovedguk]

waiting room (teaser)

↪˚ summary: you know cutting off jungkook from your life is for the better, but your heart is not ready to leave the waiting room just yet.

↪˚ pairing: legma stud!jungkook x legma stud!fem!reader | side pairings: jungkook x legma stud!fem!oc (andi yu) + reader x comm stud!jake sim (enha)

↪˚ genres: heavy angst, romance, situationship au, filo au 🇵🇭

↪˚ warnings: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there are eally no glaring warnings for this story besides depiction of toxic relationships, red flag bedista jungkook, situationships (pls don’t put yourself in this kind of relationship PLS), consumption of alcohol and use of cigarettes, ocs & jungkook are aged 24 here, age gap between reader & jake (2 years), class disparity & its implications on love and dating, and just angst angst angst. if i miss any warnings, i’ll make sure to add them once full fic is out. these are the general warnings.

↪˚ author’s note: another self-indulgent fic feat two of my fave guys rn—jungkook loml and jaeyun who’s slowly finding a home in my heart ♡ and based upon phoebe bridgers’ waiting room + all the songs in this playlist. to all the people who have been someone’s waiting room, this is for you. also animo san beda, i guess??? lmao pls do consider donating to my kofi or gcash (they’re on my pinned) <33 it’ll really help me out a lot!! lmk if you wanna be tagged by commenting below or sending me an ask (since the form on my pinned are for those who want to be on my permanent taglist). also do reblog or comment your thoughts so far :’) it’s so fun writing angst ngl

↪˚ total word count: TBA (est. 10k) | teaser word count: 1,095

↪˚ release date: within this month (april 2024)

There is only one person who calls you in the middle of the night and there is only person whose call you answer regardless how tired you are. Sitting up on your twin-sized bed, you put on your rectangular spectacles and grab the vibrating phone on your nightstand. 

“Hey,” you greet in a hoarse voice. 

“Hey, I’m outside,” Jungkook says on the other line. 

You glance at the time on your phone—2:37 am—and without thinking twice about it, you reply, “Okay. I’ll be downstairs in a bit.” 

Jungkook says okay and hangs up. You quickly make your way out of your room, grabbing your wooly hoodie hanging on your chair tucked under your desk along the way, and tiptoe to the bathroom to not wake your parents. 

After you wash your face and brush your teeth, you leave your humble abode, sucking your teeth as you open the squeaking gate. Once the gap is enough for you to slip through, you see Jungkook’s car immediately. It’s parked a couple of houses down from yours, but it stands out—not only because it’s white; it’s one of the few cars parked on your street. 

You make your way to the white Mercedes-Benz and hear the familiar click of his lock. Then, you open the door and step into his car. Immediately, you feel the chilly air, hear the soft RnB song from his stereo, and smell his pungent expensive cologne mixed with the obvious nicotine. 

“Ready?” Jungkook asks, putting his car on drive. 

You nod, putting on your seatbelt. He nods back and begins to drive. Like the other nights, the drive is filled with silence. During these minutes, you rest your head on the window, watching the establishments outside pass by and let your thoughts race. 

It’s Monday, you have a seven thirty class in a few hours, and a total of two and a half hours of sleep. Knowing what’s about to come once you arrive at the place, you’re sure you won’t be able to catch up any more after. The rational part of you knows that you shouldn’t have answered the call and ride this car, but when it comes to the man beside you, you always listen to your heart. 

You’re not exactly sure how this began. You’re not sure what to call this too. All you know is that after spending the night with Jeon Jungkook during the block after finals party back in freshman year, just talking and sometimes kissing, the two of you started something. He began messaging you, at first, using academics as an excuse to do so, but the academic chats turned into more, then the calls came. Through the night, you’d be on the call with him, talking about everything and nothing, until the both of you fell asleep and daybreak arrived.

In those moments, you fell for him—hard. But you knew better than to let those feelings grow, let alone be known. You and Jungkook couldn’t be any more different from each other. He’s worlds away from you despite the close proximity between the two of you now in his car. Besides, you knew Jungkook would never return your feelings because his heart would always belong to Andi Yu even when he’s kissing you. 

It was enough being this for him because throughout the years, it’s better to be something than nothing in his life at all.

It’s an hour later when you arrive at the bay side. After buying some snacks from the local convenience store (and a pack of Marlboro Red for Jungkook), you lead the way, as usual, to your spot with the plastic bag containing all the snacks and drinks swinging on your side. It’s quite chilly since it’s early in the morning and the water has been pulled back from the shore below. The crescent moon doesn’t cast much light, but fortunately, there are still street lamps along the bay. 

Once you’re at your usual spot, you pull yourself onto the stone wall, a smile instantly appearing on your tired face as you look at the orange lights from the lamps glisten on the water below you. Moments later, Jungkook sits beside you, letting his leg rest over the other side of the wall while you have yours crossed under you. 

“You walk so fast,” he comments as he takes the can of beer from the plastic bag. “Like you’re always running from something.” 

“I can’t help it,” you tell him. “I’ve always been a fast walker.” 

You take out the sandwich from the plastic bag along with the bottle of coffee, placing the latter beside you. The soft pop of Jungkook’s beer fills the air. 

“Did you finish reading the assigned cases for Consti?” he asks. 

You nod. “I did. Did you?” 

He shakes his head, smacking his lips after drinking his beer. “I got distracted.” 

You hum in response. “I can send you my case digests. We still have the entire day before Consti.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook glances at you for confirmation. You nod once again. He nudges your side and you look up at him through your spectacles while taking a bite out of your pepperoni and cheese sandwich. The soft charming smile is plastered on his lips. “Thanks, Y/N.” 

Silence falls between the two of you again. You’ve finished your sandwich and are halfway to your coffee when Jungkook speaks again. 

“Andi wants to get back together,” he shares, leaning back with his arms as support. He crosses his feet below. “She messaged me a while ago, asking to meet up, and we did. Then she asked if we could try again.” 

You’ve heard of this story before. But it still doesn’t soften the blow in your heart every time that you do. You have, however, mastered the art of acting nonchalant about it. 

“That’s good, then,” you reply. “You can try again.” 

“You think so?” he asks. 

When you look over your shoulder, Jungkook is already staring at you. As always, you can’t decipher what exactly he’s feeling or thinking at the moment. His face remains passive, stoic when it comes to conversations about his on again, off again relationship with Andi. 

You give him a tight-lipped smile, nodding. “Yeah. It’s obvious you still love her and she loves you. It doesn’t have to be complicated.” 

Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue, nodding slowly. “I guess so. As expected, you are the smartest person I know, Lim Y/N.” 

You know this. But when it comes to Jeon Jungkook, you’re a fucking idiot.

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[cringequeenwrites]

hi <3 id like to request larry johnson smut. i have this idea of just like laying around being lazy with him, talking about his art, music, maybe even smoking a little. as he’s comfortably rambling with you, he keeps trailing off getting distracted by looking at you. he starts grabbing at your thighs (super obsessed with them) and listing off phrases of adoration about you. just overall super lovey, entranced by you, almost can’t help himself but just being all over you. just some guilty pleasure lazy lovey smut plss 😭😭

Sorry for taking so long I was in art block for a hot minute, long intro,fluff,love making smut >>

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The Artist’s muse

Art credit: @deordah on instagram

You woke up begrudgingly to the buzz on your phone. The rectangular light emitted shadowed your bewildered, but sleepy features as you grasp your phone with your eyes still closed. Once you could lift the weight of your eyelids you could just see a text from your boyfriend.

‘Come to my room, I need your help.’

You muster a groan before slugging off the bed before putting on some more appropriate pjs to where before sliding on some fluffy slippers and exiting your apartment to trudge into his. Times like this you feel grateful that you live in the same complex as your lover.

The elevator shuddered and reeked of cigarettes and mildew finally stopped and you exited. Softly opening is shared apt door to not wake his mom up with the spare key she gave you a couple months back. In her words Larry made too much noise trying to sneak you in himself than you actually coming normally.

You lock the door behind you and shuffle to his bedroom. The deafening silence of your slippers and his music looming vibrations into the thin wall made you feel almost invisible like a ghost. The familiar smell of burning marijuana and incense filled your nose.

You open his door and slide in to close it behind you. He hadn’t notice your presence yet. You spotted his figure behind a canvas atop of his big easily that also blocked the door way. Most likely the cause of him not noticing you come in. His vinyl player playing a more low and somber tone in contrast of the typical metallic death metal.

You scooted to the side, he still doesn’t notice you. But now you see he’s hyper-focused and high painting something. You see the shapes and color of a figure but you can’t tell what it is yet. You see him put down his paint brush with his brows furrowed as he takes another hit from his blunt, reaching for his phone.

‘Hurry up’

‘I’m right next to you dumby.’

You waited for text to deliver, to ping his phone, and to fully read your one sentence before lifting his head up like a barn owl. You see him jump in his stool and almost fall back. “Jesus fuck, sals a bad influence on you, you know that?” You chuckle at his response and move closer, hugging his tall frame as an apology. “What did you need help with larva.” Larva was the nick name you gave him because you grimaced every time you used larr-bear. Larva being way cuter you argued. You boyfriend who had mixed feelings about being compared to a worm, got back to what he wanted to say.

“I need you to pose for me, I wanna paint ya.”

You paused and looked at him, looking in his features to decipher if he was messing with you or not. His eyes stared back at yours with honesty and the white of his eyes a more pink from weed.

He then wrapped his arms around you to pick you up. You wide eyed and flattered at first, now flustered and in the air. “How bout,no..actually hold on.” He muttered before he flopped you on the bed with heist as he rearranges the position of his easel. You were torn with emotion. Flattered that your boyfriend wanted to paint you, but tired because it’s almost two and half in the morning.

You steal the neglected blunt off his nightstand as he fumbled with his pants. Still lit and burning you inhale while just accepting what’s happing. Still half asleep as you stare off into space. “You’re so pretty you know that?” His voice dipping an octave with his brush against the canvas. “I’m tired.” You almost whispered, even talking normally felt like too much work right now. “I mean it, you’re so fucking beautiful.” You say nothing unintentionally,zoned out from sleep deprivation and the slow high as you inhaled the blunt with your lips touching the rolled up paper.

You’re unsure how much time has passed. Your mind brought back to Larry when you no longer hear the brush strokes and music from the player suddenly click off. You observe him turn of the lights, but still seeing his silhouette shuffle toward you. Climbing in the bed quietly, the light of your blunt being the only light emitting from the room.

He sits closer to you,not saying a word, but you can tell what he is doing. You give him the blunt, he cranes his head. you cup his cheek with your free hand and place the joint to his lips with your other hand. You two shared the dwindling blunt until it was just bits of burnt paper. Breathing smoke from his mouth into yours, feeling as if you’re sucking his soul.

“I love you.” He said. His head coming to rest on your shoulder as you put your hands around his neck. “I love you too, don’t ever wake me up this late again.” You hear his sudden chuckle, feeling his dopey smile on your skin. “I’m sorry, just miss you.” He continued. Pulling down your pj pants with your underwear. “You see me everyday.” You entertained him as you pulled his shirt off. “I know.” He huffed. Taking off your shirt he gave you years ago.

“I just want you here, I want your heart.. Your attention, I wanted to hear your voice. I don’t know how to put it. I even miss the smell of your clothes.”

He uttered through whispers. Shuffling his pants off to kick them away. Kissing the shell of your ear down to your neck. Hands on your waist as his legs intertwined with yours.

“I need you.”

He grabbed the lube from that laid on the covers from a couple nights before. Pouring a generous amount on his shaft. You lock his waist between you with your legs. He rubbed his cock between your folds,heat already emitting from the both of you. The squelching sound made by your mixture of slick and lube coating your lips as his tip plays with your sensitive clit. You let out a shuddered whimper from the teasing, earning a chuckle from the man above you. He then inserted the head in, pausing to give you time to adjust before sinking his length in. His thickness was something you never got used to, no matter how many times you two were together. He bottomed out with a huff. Pausing again to give you time to adjust. You ran your hands through his hair to signal him to go. He slowly thrusted but thoroughly pressed into your core when he made contact. Now spouting endless praise and encouragement to you. “You so fucking hot, fuck, your pussy is so good I could fuck you forever. Your noises are so fucking cute too. I love you so much baby you don’t even know.” He sped up to where you could hear the plaps and squelching of your skin together. Inching closer and closer before you were about to climax. “Larry I’m close-“ you could only warn too soon before you felt your legs spasm and shake as you gush around his cock. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he chased his high, thrust coming to a sloppy rhythm as he pumped his cum I side you, filling your pussy until it was spilling out as he pulled out.

“We can clean up tomorrow morning.” He exhaled, still lying on top of you as he drew the blanket covers over the two of you. “I love you.” You whispered with soft huffs. “Love you too.” He said, falling asleep with your arms around him.

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[rizzyu]

▵▿— 3am Teacher’s Lounge

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn! reader

Category: tooth-rotting fluff

Warning: reader is also a teacher, my own scenario where there are teacher dorms in Jujutsu High

Summary: You woke up with a sore throat in the middle of the night, so you decided to drink some tea in the teacher’s lounge, only to find Satoru unable to sleep as well.

A/N: bro it's much faster when I have a clear idea of every single "scene" in a fic rather than writing when I only have an overall idea god damn...

Blurriness filled your vision as you slowly opened your eyes. Drowsiness shrouds over you as pain radiates from your throat. You sat up on your bed while swallowing thickly, futilely attempting to get rid of the soreness. Your eyes dart over to the digital clock sitting on the nightstand beside your bed. 3:14am. Lately you’ve been getting less and less rest due to all the meetings and new missions you were given. Appearances of curses were increasing rapidly after all.

With a groan, you pulled yourself off the comfort of your bed. You slowly treaded out of your dorm room before heading over to the kitchenette in the teacher’s lounge to make yourself a cup of tea to soothe your sore throat. As you pour the freshly boiled water into the cup, colour spreads from the tea leaves in the tea bag, and warm steam ascends into the air. You inhaled softy, taking in the tranquillity unfolding around you.

“What’re you doing up so early?” You abruptly turned your head around upon hearing a voice behind you, only to see Satoru treading towards you with his hands tucked in his pockets. The snow-haired man wore a wide-collared black t-shirt, tan pants and rectangular framed sunglasses, even though the sun was long gone. His face was adorned with his typical wide smirk. Though you’d never admit it verbally, but you had always found him looking captivating in his casual clothes (as if he wasn’t already usually).

“You’ve already been lacking rest. You won’t get any energy if you keep sleeping late but waking up early.” Satoru watched you over his sunglasses as he leaned against the fridge. “I can’t if I have such a sore throat.” You responded, “But wait, why’re you up early then?” He chuckles, “Because I have had enough sleep.” Satoru got off the fridge and went over to the couches at the centre of the lounge. Light from the fireplace illuminating his face as he watched the fire dance around. “Besides, I felt a bit lonely by myself. I wanted some company y’know?”

You felt your cheeks heat up a little at his words. And you only hummed in response as you sat next to him on the couch with your cup of freshly brewed tea. You quietly sipped on your tea as you both sat there comfortably in silence. Only the gentle noises of fire crackling radiated through the room.

You gently placed your cup down onto the coffee table after you finish your tea. “Is your throat feeling better?” Satoru asked with a tender voice as you set down your cup. You returned him with a nod and a bright smile. “Yeah, much better” You leaned on your seat on the sofa with a sigh. “You’re right, I haven’t been getting enough rest lately. But for some reason, I can’t can any even if I got the time to.” You turned over to look at Satoru when you felt his fingers tenderly comb through your hair. “Me neither” Satoru pulled you closer to him, hand still stroking your hair as a soft smile tugged on his plump, glossy lips. “Try to sleep now.” Your cheeks were practically burning now. And you were hoping that Satoru doesn’t notice how flushed your cheeks were and how fast your heart was beating.

He did but decided to keep quiet about it.

On one hand, you were nervous as hell to be this intimate with Satoru. But on the other hand, this was quite comforting. It was extremely rare to see Satoru acting like this. Usually he'd be all silly like a little child. If only everyone else could see how much of a sweetheart he could be. But for the first time in a long time, you felt yourself peacefully start to drift off to sleep. But right when you were about to close your eyes, Satoru shifted the position to him lying on the couch, with you lying on top of him, legs tangled with each other. Satoru had an arm draped on your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. Normally you would’ve mentally squealed from the intimacy, but just this once you let it slide. Besides, Satoru turned out to be a pretty comfortable mattress as well.

With a drowsy voice you spoke “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Satoru’s smile widened at your words. “I already know.” He chuckled lightly, before leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Now go to sleep.” And before your body succumbed to slumber, you felt Satoru press one last quick kiss to your forehead.

imagine the other teachers (especially Nanami) walking on you two sleeping on each other the next morning

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[chaepu]

Today is what? - Kim Chaewon

pairing: kim chaewon x reader tags: established relationship genre: fluff

y/n spends all day celebrating chaewon's birthday, but it's not her birthday?

"you have a delivery unnie" eunchae says while rubbing her eyes, walking out of chaewon's room.

chaewon grumbly rolls out of bed in her pajamas and walks out of her room to see a vase of roses sitting on the counter.

it's not everyday chaewon gets a vase of roses sent to her dorm. confusion setting in, she grabs the note attached to the delivery and reads,

Sending you smiles for every moment of your special day. Love, Y/N.

special day? the gears in chaewon's head start moving at a rapid pace. had she forgotten an anniversary? after running to her phone to check her calendar, she sees nothing that gives her a reminder of what this special day is.

nonetheless, she grabbed the vase and placed it right next to her nightstand. taking a picture, she sent a message to you, thanking you for the gift.

sorry i couldn't be there when you woke up. i'm off from practice in like 20 minutes, breakfast?

chaewon laughs and sends you a reply before getting ready for her day.

--

it's not long before you two are at your guys' favorite cafe. eating her favorite pancakes and omeletes, you take out your phone to take some pictures of her. chaewon was surprised to see that you had an entire day planned out for the two of you.

after breakfast, you took her to a pottery class that she had been wanting to try and then to the markets to grab a quick lunch. once you settled at your table at a restuarant you reserved for the both of you, you grabbed a small present from your pocket and handed it to her.

"here you go" you say beaming at the girl in front of you. chaewon grabs the rectangular gift from you. she opens it and her mouth drops. it's a necklace that she quickly mentioned she wanted a few months ago when you and her were walking around the mall.

"what? why?" chaewon says, looking up from the necklace to see your smiling face.

"you mentioned how much you liked it when we were buying yunjin a present so i got it for you" you shrug.

she looks at you with confusion, "but why?"

"what do you mean why?" you tilt your head, "it's your birthday baby, why wouldn't i get you something?"

chaewon stares at you while you stare at her. she grabs your hand, "baby, it's not my birthday."

your mouth drops and you let go of her hand to grab your phone. you look at your calendar and see your plans for today, including the reservation but your eyes move over to tomorrow's date… <3 CHAE'S BIRTHDAY <3

you lock your phone, leaning back and letting a loud groan escape your lips. chaewon chuckles before moving from her seat in front of you to sit next to you.

"i'm sorry." you say with your head down.

"sorry for what?" chaewon says quietly.

"it's tomorrow… i forgot your birthday." you look up at her with tears brewing in your eyes.

she grabs your face, rubbing her thumb across your cheek, "baby, it's okay. it's the thought that counts." she says to you, you shake your head no, "you made me feel more special than you already do, on a regular day. i had a lot of fun and i appreciate everything you've done for me today."

you look at her, "i'm still sorry. the fucking comeback is flooding my head and i didn't double check the dates."

"stop, i'm happy that you were able to take time to hang out with me. there's nothing to be sorry about. okay?" you nod your head. she reaches over the table and grabs the necklace you got her, "can you put it on me?"

she turns around and moves her hair out of the way. after clasping the necklace together, she turns around and looks at you. you look at the necklace then at her, "pretty." you say. she smiles and leans in to kiss you.

"thank you, for everything. it means a lot." chaewon says.

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the next morning, eunchae knocks on chaewon's door, "unnie you have another delivery"

walking out of her room, she sees a vase of tulips on the kitchen counter. she smiles when she reads the note,

express delivered :) i hope your day is even more special today. happy birthday baby. i love you, see you later <3

#masterlist #kim chaewon imagines #chaewon imagines #chaewon scenarios #kim chaewon scenarios #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #chaewon x reader

[lukam8]

Picasso

(not related to the Scorpion fanfic, and this is a oneshot.)

Being on the Nevermore baseball team was pretty nice... until one of the furs throws a ball directly at your arm, and half of the baseball team tackles you thinking they're playing fetch. The force of the ball actually managed to break your arm, and the literal dog piled thankfully only sprained your ankle. Now you're off the team and bedridden with 2 casts until further notice. Just great....

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"So can you tell me why you have a feather and ink bottle? Not only that but why the hell are you in my dorm?" you asked as she placed the small ink jar on your nightstand, sitting down on a stool next to your bed. You lay with a pillow behind your back, allowing you to sit up with your arm on your stomach and your ankle propped up on a pillow, both arm and ankle in casts.

"Enid suggested I aid you on your road to recovery with a custom of decorating one's bandagedwounds. I was against the idea, but being able to see you saddened by the fact you can't play your sport fills me with joy." Of course, that's the reason she would be here; the girl who you have an athletic rivalry with is making fun of the fact you can't do any sports right now.

You sit up correctly before pulling back your sleeves and mockingly flexing your muscles. "Just you wait, Addams, I'll be back on my feet and kicking your ass in no time."

She chuckles before speaking to you. "I'd like to see you try, now let me be a 'dear friend' and help you." She looks at you, mischief laced in her voice as she grabbed the ink bottle and feather.

Your cheeks puff up slightly as you try not to laugh, letting out a small squeak as she looks somewhat menacingly. "I understand you're against technology and shit but if you want, you can use my markers, y'know." You point to a small rectangular chest behind her; the Minecraft chest had a wooden Minecraft sign above it labeled arts and crafts. She walked over to the chest, opening it to reveal a stash of neatly, organized art and drawing supplies. Wednesday is actually surprised at the fact that you, the athletic asshole she's rivals with, is a neatly organized artist.

"Well, aren't you full of surprises?" Her previous cold and dead expression was now replaced with one of surprise with a surprised tone in her voice to match. Although confident in her skills, the amount of art supplies is actually

"Grab the box with a character that looks like sun and moon wearing jester pants Wednesday." She spots a marker box with stickers of video game characters plastered onto it. She blinks at the box before grabbing it and slamming the chest closed, a painful low crack of wood being heard; You hug yourself as it physically pained you to hear that. Wednesday smiles at your pained reaction as she walks towards you.

"Music and misery to me. Now, how do these work?" You grab the box from her hands as she sits on the stool, observing your every move to learn these new tools. You grab a marker, shaking it to allow the ink that hasn't been used since baseball or swimming season started. A loud pop is heard as you take the top of lf the black marker.

"So it's basically like a pencil, but try not to press too hard on it; It'll mess up the ink and the tip. And if you press it softly but let it sit there, the ink will spread kinda like...", you brainstorm ways on how to explain it to Wednesday Addams. "It'll spread like blood on a cotton ball or gauze." The tip of the black marker presses onto the cast on your ankle. A small black ink spot slowly grows until you remove the tip. "Just like that, think of it as using colored pencils...or in your case, charcoal. My ankle cast will get taken off in 3 days, so you can use it as a practice board or canvas."

"Don't be surprised if I draw your anatomically correct bones all broken...with detailed internals." She paused and looked into your eyes with an evil glint before continuing to speak.

"Be happy I'm even letting you in my room dorm; I would've kicked your ass out a long time ago if you didn't come here to draw ponies on my casts." You flip her off while sticking your tongue out and smiling as she gives you her famous death glare. "But besides that, are you ok with me putting music or a podcast?" She looks up at you before continuing to draw on your ankle cast.

"Just nothing like enid's music or I finish that furs job on your leg." You switch on your speaker on switch to Spotify; you select a murder podcast which was quite popular for its gorey details and its voice acting of the victims and killers. You decide to start on your favorite cold case: The Axe-man of New Orleans.

"Can you get me the crocheting needles and yarn from the chest....please?" You stayed quiet as she stared at you before closing the marker and walking over to the chest she had nearly broken. Wednesday returns with a smaller chest closed with a metal buckle and an ingraved sigil on the top. She returns to creating her dark masterpiece on your ankle cast as you open the chest. You hold a ball of purple and white yarn as you stare into space, deciding whether you should crochet the mushroom yoko wanted or the rainbow unicorn enid wanted. You're broken out of your thought train when you look up and see Wednesday still drawing on your cast. How can you be somewhat bonding with the same girl who overthrew your 2nd place in fencing class and broke your lucky baseball bat? You start crocheting as she switches markers, slowly shading the reds together to get the perfect mixture of blood red ink as it drips from the skull she drew on your ankle. "I'm surprised you're that good, not gonna lie."

"If I could beat you in sports and academics, I can certainly beat you at this." She snaps back at you as the podcast ends with its jazz outro before continuing to the Black Dahlia case.

"That you sure can do Ms.Overachiever." She gives you a side glare before returning to her drawing on your cast. You can't help but stare at her features: her dark eyes fixated on her cast, her black hair in her signature braids, and her pale skin that would make others confuse her for a dead corpse. She's never looked like this when you both would compete in fencing, track, or any other sport of competition. Maybe because most of those times, she's had a deadly look on her face.

"Draw a portrait of me. It'll last longer." You snap out of your trance when she calls you out, your face becoming a blushing mess. A smile tugs in her lips before she falls back to her emotionless self. You look down and focus on crocheting when you realize you've been working this whole time as you stared at her. A small black grumpy cat was in your hands; a quarter of its head was missing as you thought about Wednesday and ways you could finish the plush. You grabbed the white yarn and replaced a quarter of the cats head with an exposed skull. You place the small cat that's about a foot tall on near your left side, hiding it from the goth girl's eyes. You grow confused when a scurrying sound is heard jn your dorm. Wednesday looks down at her feet.

"Why would you bring a first-aid kit to their room?...Enid exaggerated their injuries." She lets out an exhausted sigh before Thing scurried up to your bed, freaking you out a bit.

"Dude, I thought you were a dog this whole time Enid talked about you...crazy." You begin to bond with Thing as wednesdsy keeps drawing.

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A thundering rain rages outside as wednesday finishes her artwork in your cast. It's a lone skull with blood surrounding the jaw bones. She actually smiles to herself, very proud of her work. She realizes you haven't said a single word in the few minutes she's been here. Wednesday looks at your clock as she realizes she's been there for 3 hours. She grabs her backpack as she speaks to you.

"I must be going, I've missed my writing time with your childish art tools. But I do admit this was...fun." The goth girl continues to speak before looking up at you. Thing rest on your shoulder as your head leans toward him slightly, you hold a new plush with your broken arm. The plush of your favorite animal with a baseball hat rests in your arm next to the black grumpy cat with half its skull exposed. Wednesday puts away your supplies before looking at your sleeping figure. Her backpack clicks open as she rumages around for something.

"Thing, wake up it's time to go." The door to your dorm opens as she exits, not before she left a box of her favorite mint cookies there on your nightstand.

"You know they'll realize you took it, right? What do you need with that plush? I know for a fact it's something you don't need." Thing signs as wednesday walks back toward her dorm, the thunder outside being audible from inside Nevermore's brick walls.

"I'm simply borrowing it, nothing less." Thing signs, telling her she said the phrase wrong as she enters her empty dorm room, enid still out on her date with Ajax at the zoo. "I said what I needed to say, Thing. I don't need your punctuation." Wednesday places Thing and her bag on her bed before preparing for bed.

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You awake in your empty dorm, the lamp on your bedside on, and your blinds open, allowing you to see the dark night sky still sobbing a storm. "Wednesdsy? Are you still here?" You spot the cookies on your nightstand and see your clock behind it. Wednesday had arrived 4 hours ago, so you slept for 2 hours when she might've left. You sigh as you smile at the box of cookies, opening them as taking a bite of a mint cookie. The flavor relaxes you a bit as you look around, realizing you're missing the self-plush you had made. Yet the cat you made was gone; there's no way she would've... right? You turn off your nightstsnd lamp and clean the crumbs off of you. The warm heat consumes you as your blanket covers you. The brightness from your phone blinds you before you turn it down to its lowest setting. Clicking from your phone fills your nearly silent room as thunder rages outside with the rain knocking on your window. 'Hey, when you get to your dorm, check if Wednesday stole my plush. If she did, send a pick.' You sent Enid a text as Ajax entered your dorm, yawning a quick hello before entering the bathroom you both shared. The 'sent' at the bottom of your text turns into a blue 'seen'. The texting bubble appears before reappearing with a photo. You blush as your plush-self lays nicely on her black silk bed against her pillows. Your phone vibrates as you receive another text.

'Thatsssssss kinda cute >;)'......You ask for one thing and she attack you for it.

' T///T sthu, she just stole it from me, ok? Make a big deal out of it, and I beat Ajax's ass.' You smile as she immediately starts spamming text, begging you not to hurt her boyfriend. 'Okok I won't, night and tell me how it goes in the morning.' You each text a goodnight before falling asleep. You pull the plush close to your chest as you look out the window, the rain calming down slightly. You fall into a deep sleep once more before your phone vibrates one last time.

'Looks like she really likes "It", doesn't she? :)' A picture of Wednesday appears on your phone for a brief moment, her hands holding your plush like a bouquet; a beautiful corpse bride.

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#wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday addams #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix

[nell-sims]

🍰 cottage set

a redo of a previous set i made on my old blog, now with better stuff!

-info- corner loveseat with slots!: §475, 15 swatches dining chair: §105, 15 swatches double mattress: §750, 15 swatches double bedframe: §120, 22 swatches single bedframe: §80, 22 swatches single mattress: §295, 6 swatches tall painting: §250, 22 swatches wide painting: §250, 22 swatches painting set: §175, 4 swatches little plant: §35, 26 swatches rectangular rug: §275, 30 swatches lace rug: §150, 4 swatches curtains: §80, 32 swatches nightstand: §80, 15 swatches mirror with slots!: §130, 26 swatches

-updates- 🍓sept 18, 2023: updated wood swatches with a custom palette to look more maxis match, fixed nightstand shadow lod

☕dl simsfileshare or patreon (always free)

@maxismatchccworld @maxismatchbuildcc @alwaysfreecc @public-ccfinds @mmfinds

#mycc #cottage set #ts4 cc #ts4 maxis cc #ts4cc #ts4mm #ts4mmcc #sims 4 cc #sims 4 maxis cc #sims 4 custom content

[3nergy-spirit]

how about...

general smut headcanons with swap and dream separately? maybe with a small drabble included? 👀

>:) you naughty anon ! your my first !

*2 small smut drabbles included*

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY

Swap Sans/Dream Sans Smut Headcanons *seperate*

-swap majorly has a praise kink

-you cannot tell me otherwise

-but hes also a switch

-he likes the feeling of your soft skin on his boney phalanges

-most definitely the type to mcfugging eat you out

-creampies.

-hes probably the loudest during sexual intercourse

-safeword incase he goes to far

-hes very big.

-no i mean the chubbiness on his ecto-stomach

-but hes still big over THERE too

-hes a big guy on aftercare

-he likes taking care of you after sex all the time

-mostly because hes the magnificent sans and he most take care of his beloved.

- slight breeding kink?

imagine, in your room, dimly lit candles flashing inside of their cylinder glasses, the smell of lavender faintly filling your nostrils, the fan being turned on, and swirling in circles to provide wind. the nighttime slowly coming in to welcome sleepiness and crickets to chirp, the moon coming out, shining itself through the curtained windows. you were sat on the bed with your skele-boyfriend blue, inbetween your legs on his knees, picking your legs up around your knees and straddling you, preparing you for whats to come while he looked in a calm seductive way.

-dreams a switch too

-he loves praising you

-he uses his aura to make you feel good during intercourse

-he has thorns on his dick

-but thats only to ensure fertilization if you two want kids

-its basically like, after you two orgasm your walls collide onto the thorns and doesn't allow you to well, get your folds off of his member just for around half and hour before you to detach from one another

-kinda like cockwarming

-back on cockwarming you two do that when dream is doing something like paperwork

-when your both feeling frisky

-hes soft dom

-he likes putting his crown on your head because he wants you to feel special

-he loses himself during intercourse and may go fast.

-too fast.

-he mostly likes explaining what you two want to do first before getting it on

-like explaining kinks and other sexual things.

imagine, a royally built room filled with light yellowe paint, the wardrobes and nightstands looking beautiful in the dim sunset lamp, everything looked like they were something very superior and expensive, the bed fixed with stuffies dream had got for you. the fan being turned on to support you two when you were hot, the curtains opened, allowing the dim sunset to enter the room before night came. dream was sat on a chair, sitting on a desk full of paperwork, writing with a pen. dreams pants were pulled down to reach his knees, his belt with a golden round rectangular coin engraved with "DS" on it on the ground. you were sat on dreams lap, your *what your wearing to cover your legs* nowhere to be seen on you but just your *what you wear to cover your stomach and chest* to be on you, you laid your head on dreams shoulder, your clitoral folds squeezing at dreams member, waiting for any sudden movement. dream rested his head on yours before kissing your neck and holding your back and lightly rubbing it before speaking in a low tone.

"now, now, after i finish this paperwork we can get started with what you want."

I NEED MORE REQUESTS FUCK-

#dreamtale #dream sans x reader #dream sans #swap sans x reader #underswap #swap sans #undertale x reader #undertale au #undertale

[lithopus]

I posted this little fic on Twitter for Alhaitham's birthday—although I missed the actual day in almost every time zone—but here's my little tribute to our favorite Akademiya Scribe!

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Alhaitham sits up and swings his legs over the side of his bed, his eyes adjusting to the shadowy blue of early morning. As his feet touch the carpet, he notices the silhouette of an object on his nightstand that wasn’t there before, something rectangular with a square of white sitting on top of it.

Leaning forward, he grabs the object—a book, he realizes, feeling the familiar shape in his hand—and flicks his lamp on, squinting at the piece of paper atop the book. It’s written in a familiar ancient script, the slant of each line penned by an equally familiar hand, and the rough translation is:

To another year of knowledge gained.

Alhaitham studies the book itself. It appears to be a Fontanian text titled The News Media’s Influence on Language and Culture in Fontaine and Beyond, written by an author he hasn’t encountered before. He idly opens it and scans the table of contents, spotting a number of headings that catch his interest, then flips through the pages to the foreword.

Immediately, he recognizes the author of this section: it’s a linguist whose works take up almost an entire shelf in his study, each book full of Alhaitham’s own personal notes and annotations. Over the years, he’s frequently referenced her works in his own essays and research.

He begins reading the introduction without even meaning to, but manages to tear himself away after a few lines, his eyes returning to the small piece of paper.

Historically, Alhaitham has never cared about his birthday unless someone else cared about it for him. When he was younger, that person was his grandmother; it was tradition that every year, she would leave a new book at Alhaitham’s bedside overnight, and when Alhaitham woke to see the book in the morning, he would voraciously read that text until it was time for breakfast. The two of them had always seen birthdays as a marker of knowledge gained in a year, and the start of another year’s worth of learning.

After his grandmother passed, the tradition ended, and Alhaitham saw no need to continue it for himself. That changed when he met Kaveh, who learned of the bygone custom and began gifting a book to Alhaitham each year—although it wasn’t quite the same, since Alhaitham no longer awoke to a book at his bedside. And when their friendship ceased, of course, Alhaitham no longer expected to receive any books at all.

Here, today, he had not expected to wake to a new book on his nightstand, with a message from an old friend that echoes his late grandmother’s words.

The morning air holds a chill, but the book in Alhaitham’s hand feels warm like the sunlight that used to fall through the windows of his grandmother’s living room each afternoon, lulling him to sleep as he napped with his head on her lap, soothed by the quiet sound of her hands paging through a book.

With a small smile, Alhaitham settles back against the pillows with the book in hand, and begins to read.

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#haikavetham #my fics

[demoiselettes]

Valentine’s calling!

Valentine’s Day event, day 2.

.♡ Pairing: Giyuu x reader

.♡ Category: fluff

.♡ Warning(s)/note(s): reader’s gender is not mentioned, modern! au

+Giyuu is a little confused, but has the spirit

@awalkingshame , @kokushiboswaifu , @brokeniced , @potofstewie , @crimsonkenjii-writes

You laid in bed, the ceiling a rectangular patch of darkness above you. This impromptu rousing from your sleep left you confused. It was only when you both heard and felt a low vibration resonating from beneath you, that you understood someone was calling you.

Your phone had slid under your body while you slept, the result of having fallen asleep while scrolling tumblr. That was also most likely why your back was aching. The name ‘Giyuu’ flashed on the screen, the time above reading 00:04. An uneasy feeling bubbled in your stomach. Why would he be calling at this hour? You stuck the phone to your ear.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” the voice that greeted you was raspy and full of sleep, barely audible. He was breathing deeply, too,

« Giyuu? » you mused. « Happy Valentine’s Day! But why are you calling at this hour?” Feeling calmer, your anxiety was replaced by a buzzing confusion. You’d known today was Valentine’s Day otherwise the neatly wrapped box topped with a satin ribbon wouldn’t bave been sitting on your nightstand, but for Giyuu to wish you at midnight was unusual.

“I.. thought it might be nice to call you at midnight,” he rasped sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, this is sweet,” you mused. “You’re sweet.”

There was shuffling on the other side, then a long silence. When he spoke, his voice was shy. “For you.”

“Aw, Giyuu!” You could already picture his face in its pinkish glory. “But did you stay up this late just to wish me?”

“I set an alarm.”

With a decent amount of willpower, you managed to keep from squealing or giggling like a maniac. “Thank you.”

The call lasted for maybe an hour more, Giyuu’s voice growing more sluggish by the minute despite his protestation. He nodded off with simple words of i love you that, by themselves, held a world of promises.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer valentine’s day #demon slayer x reader fluff #kny x reader fluff #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader fluff #giyuu x reader valentine’s day #giyuu x you #giyuu x y/n #giyuu x reader modern au #nan’s valentine.

[natty-light-of-my-life]

did you wish you'd put up more of a fight (part i)

summary: big city, wrong choices indeed

part ii, part iii

loosely, VERY loosely inspired by questions...? by taylor swift.

Agent!Reader x Natasha; Agent!Reader x Wanda

[‘cause i don’t remember who i was / before you painted all my nights]

The breeze of the ventilation system hummed softly in the silence of the S.H.I.E.L.D barracks. Moonlight streaked through the window next to a bed, casting a pale glow on the profile of a younger Natasha Romanoff. She sat with her shoulders back, bent backwards at the waist. Her arms were taut behind her on the firm mattress. She looked up at the ceiling above her pillow, watching as tiny particles of dust circulated whimsically in the midnight light.

The sound of boots and fabric shuffling in the vents above brought a smile to her face, and she rose to stand atop her mattress. With a nimbleness that could only have come from years of practice, Natasha unlatched the duct cover and laid it down, silently, next to her nightstand. A mess of hair tumbled from the exposed vent, followed by your sparkling eyes and a mischievous grin.

“Hiya, stranger,” you whispered to her, rubbing some dust off your nose. Natasha rolled her eyes and grabbed your shoulders. Yanking you down from the ventilation shafts, you burst into giggles as you landed on your back onto a slightly dusty comforter. You felt the lightness of your companion’s amusement on your chest as it moved up and down, in a futile effort to catch your breath.

“Hi,” you whispered again, gazing down at her red mane, tinted amber in the darkness.

She cupped your chin in her hand and lifted her lips to meet yours. You sighed softly into her affections, and she tugged you closer. After a blissful eternity, you pulled away for a breath. As she dipped her head into the crook of your neck, you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a small rectangular box.

“Happy birthday, Tsarina.” The silver necklace shimmered as you sat up and latched the clasp near the nape of her neck. Once done, you ran your fingers through her hair, tugging gently at the water-curled ends that she revealed to you only. In the light of the moon, the charm shone with an almost lavender hue. 

You reached into your uniform shirt. Your dog tags clinked together as you revealed the other half of Natasha’s birthday gift. You put it in her palm as she pulled and brought the two of you, impossibly, closer together. The two matching halves of the heart-shaped charms lined up perfectly in her hands as Natasha admired the gift.

“Just like us!” you buzzed, watching her expression closely. Her green eyes misted slightly. That’s a good sign, you thought. She doesn’t hate it. She sniffled once and you giggled, “Did I make you cry, Nats?”

She wiped at her eyes sharply and sent you a glare, “You just kicked up a lot of dust, is all.”

You grinned and wiped at the wetness under her eyes. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t kick up a bit of dust coming in here.”

She scoffed and nuzzled her head back under your chin. You hoped she was still admiring the necklace. “Yeah,” she mumbled, her breath tickling your collar, “I can’t remember a time when you didn’t, either.”

[fuckin’ situations] 

After the Battle of New York, life got a whole lot more hectic for both of you. As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, you were constantly on the move. You worked for an international – nigh, interplanetary – military institution and you think you may have spent more time in Colombia, Belarus, or South Africa than you ever spent in your Manhattan studio apartment.

You genuinely missed your days of rookie training at S.H.I.E.L.D. It was a simpler time. Lower stakes. Fewer expectations. More Natasha. You missed your Tsarina.

The newly dubbed Avengers were all over the media, and Natasha was too busy and too high profile to keep working with you on missions. But the world was more fucked up than ever, and hell, isn’t this why you left the Army and joined S.H.I.E.L.D instead? You get to make a bigger difference now. You get more say in what missions you take. Yet, truth be told, you are more miserable than ever. 

You’re lonely. The Army had and has its problems, but you loved your unit and the companionship it brought you. It wasn’t so bad when you were still working with Natasha. But now, you didn’t have either of them.

You trudged through another year and a half of international missions before Deputy Director Hill took pity on you and sent you back to New York.

“Wow,” you commented, looking up at Maria skeptically when she handed you the folder, “a babysitting gig? Should I feel insulted, Hill?”

She rolled her eyes and said, dryly, “Ask Romanoff, she’s the one who volunteered you for the mission.”

You stared at her. “You still talk to Natasha?” you asked, desperately trying to seem nonchalant.

“Sure do, soldier. You want an autograph?” she smirked at you.

“Oh bug off, Maria,” you shook your head. After a moment of contemplation, you sighed and asked, “you got a quinjet ready for me?”

“Wheels up in fifteen minutes,” she confirmed.

“You were that confident that I was going to go, huh?”

Maria wordlessly squeezed your shoulder. Yeah. Who were you kidding.

Natasha wasn’t standing with the welcoming committee when you landed. It hurt. Just a bit. You shook Captain America’s hand anyways and let yourself be led into the Tower. All too aware of the silver chain around your neck, you tried to pay attention as he introduced you to Wanda Maximoff, the woman you were sent here to watch over.

“Nice to meet you,” she greeted with a cautious smile. You responded similarly. Steve kept talking about rooms and schedules but you tuned him out, hyper-fixated on every flash of red in your peripheral. 

When he finally left you to get settled, Wanda tapped your arm softly. “Are you looking for something?” she asked, interrupting your search with probing eyes, “Or someone?”

You began to answer the Sokovian’s question, but at that moment your eyes finally landed on Natasha. You seemed to have caught her off guard and you would have made fun of her for it if she hadn’t immediately turned on her heel and walked away. You swallowed harshly.

“No,” you replied finally, “I guess not.”

It continued like this for weeks. You would search for Natasha in every room, but she made herself scarce. You were confused. She was the one who requested you to be here. So why was she avoiding you now? The rest of the Avengers were nice enough. Even Wanda didn’t seem too upset that the government had sent her a glorified parole officer. 

“I mean,” she told you during dinner one night when the others were on a mission, “I was technically a terrorist. You’re far from the worst thing the U.S. government could have sent my way.”

You laughed softly and patted her hand resting on the table, “I’m flattered, Maximoff.” She blushed slightly and looked down at her plate.

As your conversation continued, neither of you noticed the pair of green eyes gazing somberly at you from the other room.

Natasha was conflicted. When Fury told them that they were going to send an agent to oversee Wanda’s training, Natasha jumped at the chance to bring you back to New York. Years had passed since she last talked to you, and even longer since she had seen you in person. She missed you. Terribly so. But you never reached out. You never showed any sign that you still wanted her as she wanted you.

The boys were all on a mission. Only Natasha, Wanda, and you remained at the compound that night. It was as good of a time as any, Natasha thought, to finally break the ice with you. But when she finally mustered up the courage to find you in the dining room, she found that you weren’t alone. 

Her fists clenched and unclenched at her side in parallel to her heart. She had missed your laugh and amicable nature. At least, she missed it when it was directed at her. You looked good, she thought. Your hair had grown and your shoulders were broader than before. But your left cheek still dimpled when you laughed and you still twirled pasta on your fork exactly two and a half times before bringing it to your mouth.

Natasha skipped dinner that night, opting instead to wait for you outside your bedroom door. She scowled when she saw you approach, dropping Wanda off at her door before giving the other woman a reassuring hug and another smile. She watched you tuck your hands into your hoodie pockets before rounding the corner. You jumped at the figure at your door.

“Natasha!” you startled, “hi?”

Your eyes met hers for the first time in years, shock coloring your features.

Natasha gave you a bittersweet smile and nodded, “Hiya, stranger.”

[did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room]

You and Natasha were….friends? Coworkers? Truly, you did not know where you stood with your former lover. Technically, the two of you never broke up. Technically, the two of you never got together. It was all so simple when you were younger. She was your person. You were her person. Need there be anything else?

Apparently, yes.

She at least talked to you now. During training, she would even occasionally offer to spar with you. It was easy to fall back into a comfortable pattern with her when trading blows. You relished the closeness and the taunting comments and the fucking move she does with her legs and– yeah. 

But that was only in the safety of the boxing ring. Usually, she would thank you for the fight and then pad away to the locker rooms alone. You considered following after her the first time. Quickly, your brain reminded you about how she never indicated that you would be welcome. She hadn’t wanted you around for years, your mind helpfully supplied, she probably doesn’t want you around now. 

Whether your brain was right or not, you couldn’t tell. Days had passed since that night in front of your bedroom door. Natasha had hugged you and said she missed you. You’d breathed her in and said you missed her too. Perhaps you were hoping for more. For a kiss. For an acknowledgement that you were still as much her person as she was yours. Neither came. You would wait, you decided.

While you were waiting, the boys finally came back from a successful mission abroad. Tony decided to celebrate with a group dinner before Thor had to leave the next morning. The pizza was ordered and Clint had returned from the liquor store with a few handles of alcohol. Everyone was in good spirits and you sipped your can of Diet Coke merrily enough. 

Next to you, a flushed Wanda gesticulated wildly, giving you an exaggerated performance of her wiggly woos. You laughed in bemusement and she grinned happily at the sound. 

Next to Natasha, Bruce tapped her on the shoulder. She forced herself to look away from you and, absentmindedly, turned to the scientist, “What, Bruce?”

“Are you okay, Nat?” he asked softly.

“I–” she hiccupped.

Bruce frowned. A beat of silence passed. “Natasha, are you drunk?” he asked.

The spy glared at him, but couldn’t hold it for long as her vision blurred. That got Tony’s attention.

“Shit, Widow, you are drunk! Damn, I didn’t think that was possible,” he laughed. 

Thor giggled, “I hope you did not serve yourself the Asgardian mead, Lady Romanoff. It is quite potent for you humans.”

Multiple pairs of eyes glanced from the spy to the half-empty bottle of unlabeled liquor next to her. 

Natasha chuckled, “Oops.”

After Clint confirmed with Thor that his best friend wouldn’t die from the Asgardian alcohol, he promptly brought out the karaoke machine. (“Did you buy that with your own money, Birdman? Because I know you didn’t use my credit card on this bedazzled atrocity.”) 

Seeing everyone’s raised eyebrows, he shrugged, “Nat never gets drunk. She has too much blackmail on me. I am not wasting this opportunity, folks.” 

Thor smashed his cup on the ground and that was that. It was karaoke night in the Avengers Tower.

It got pretty rowdy after that. After Tony’s positively dreadful and, frankly, disrespectful attempt at I Will Always Love You, you and Wanda decided to cleanse the palette. The two of you had a great time, singing a random One Direction love song. You caught Wanda’s eyes during the height of the chorus and cheesily dropped down to your knees. She laughed through the lyrics and pulled you up bashfully.

Cheers greeted the both of you as you hopped down from the table that had become a rudimentary stage. You grinned at everyone, eyes sparkling as you dramatically bowed at the applause. You turned to look at Natasha. Maybe she would sing a song with you next.

But all joy dropped from your face when you registered what you were seeing. Natasha was in Bruce’s lap. She obviously had not paid any attention to your performance, because she was too busy making out with the scientist. Your heart fell to your stomach, queasy even though you had not had a sip of alcohol all night.

Tony leaned over to see what you were looking at and yelled excitedly, “Get it, Widow!” 

Clint and Thor laughed as Natasha raised her middle finger behind her at the commotion. Even Steve chuckled a bit. She eventually slid off of Bruce’s lap and wiped her lips. He had a happy, hopeful look in his eyes, but Natasha didn’t notice as she scanned the room. Her hazy eyes yearned to meet yours, but you were already gone.

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[229zmi]

2:56AM

PAIRING: Miya Osamu/Reader

CONTENT: reader is VERY in love with osamu and VERY delusional about it, mentions of food

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

You don’t know what prompted your brain to come up with such an awful dream. Maybe it was the horror movie you and your best friends decided to put on for this week’s Saturday movie night, or the three year old expired fortune cookie that Atsumu double-dog-dared you to eat (you couldn’t say no to that of course, even with the lacklustre protests from Osamu, aka the sanest of you three, for you to not do it) — either way, you wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, eyes wide open before your eyebrows furrow together in a relieving realisation.

The first thing you do is slide your hands down and up your face to somewhat wake yourself up. (You come to another realisation as you feel the water that stains your cheeks.) The second is aimlessly search for something on the nightstand beside your bed until your fingers latch onto a familiar rectangular object.

The light from your phone causes you to squint momentarily before you lower the brightness and start typing something.

[2:56AM]

YOU: hey u

YOU: osamu

YOU: osamu

YOU: samu

YOU: you

YOU: hello

YOU: are u awake

OSAMU: yeah

OSAMU: are you?

YOU: ur so funny

YOU: i just woke up from a rlly bad dream

OSAMU: lol

OSAMU: I told u not to eat that expired cookie

With a frown, you thumbs-down his message. If there’s anything you absolutely hate, it’s being proven wrong. Plus, you’d like to think that you did a morally brave thing by eating that fortune cookie. Maybe not the smartest course of action you’ve ever taken but a courageous one nonetheless.

YOU: shut 🆙 it wasnt the cookie

YOU: it was obviously because of the horror movie we watched

YOU: and that was mostly YOUR idea

OSAMU: I think you’re in denial

YOU: i think ur WRONG

OSAMU: ok

OSAMU: leave your window unlocked I’m coming over

You start to smile fondly with a blazing feeling in your cheeks before snapping out of it, blinking a couple times at your bizarre-ish behaviour. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you lately or why exactly, but you’ve found that you have become more susceptible as of recent to a strange, uncomfortable warmth that first accumulates in your face and then rushes down to your chest, sending your heartbeat racing. And, you’ve noticed, it only happens whenever you’re around Osamu.

It’s gotten to the point where you’ve told Atsumu about it once, and all he did was call you the biggest idiot he’s ever known, second to Osamu of course (his words, not yours), before Osamu himself materialised out of thin air and defended both yours and his honour by slapping the back of his twin’s neck.

After he left, Atsumu clarified himself and said you were in love.

“With who?” you asked. Maybe the fake-blond was justified in calling you an idiot, but that’s besides the point.

“With ‘Samu!” Atsumu threw up his arms in exasperation. The two of you were currently basking under the sun in his backyard while Osamu had gone inside, so you weren’t concerned about his loud mouth exposing you around anyone else. “Who else are we talkin’ about other than that dumbass?”

“I dunno. You’re kind of all over the place.”

He snorted and then proceeded to shove you over with a hideous sneer on his face. “And you’re delusional. Can’t believe you’re into someone as ugly as my brother.”

You wrinkle your nose at the memory. Obviously, you weren’t gonna listen to some idiot like Atsumu at the time, but looking back now, you suppose he may be right as much as you hate to admit it.

Minutes later, you hear a muffled grunt outside, followed by the familiar rustle of someone climbing up the big elm tree right by your window and another grunt that makes you assume they’ve finally made it to the top. With a dramatic eye-roll, you flop over onto your side, reach over your bedside table, and flip the latch, and seconds after, Osamu makes his grand entrance into your room by sliding your window open and seamlessly jumping right through.

After shutting the window, he stands in the middle of your room, unsure of what to do now.

“Hello,” you greet him. You can’t help but observe his outfit of the night through narrowed eyes: a graphic t-shirt you’re sure you’ve seen him wear at least a million times, plain pyjama pants, and Ty Beanie Boo Pink Puppy Dog PRECIOUS Plush-Lined Slippers. Meanwhile, Osamu’s eyebrows pinch together, noticing that your voice sounds particularly nasally.

“Are you cryi—“ His question is interrupted when you promptly chuck a pillow at him, which he, thanks to his athletic reflexes, manages to dodge. For a second, he blinks and stares at the pillow, now laying pathetically on your rug behind him, and then stiffly turns back to you.

You sniffle with one exaggerated inhale that makes it extremely obvious your nose is clogged and plaster on a crooked smile for the effect of what you think is reassurance that you’re okay. “It’s just allergies,” you tell him.

He side-eyes you, clearly unconvinced, but regardless, he decides not to comment on your obviously tear-stained face or even say anything at all to the matter. Instead, there’s a Brobdingnagian thud! as he drops his bag onto the floor, which you frown at, before he shrugs off his jacket, slips his shoes off, and makes himself comfortable at the end of your bed, sitting with his legs sprawled out across it horizontally. You show no visible effort to make room for him, opting to instead swing your feet onto his lap and sink further into your pillows.

He leans his back against the wall, eyes scanning your face for a couple of moments as if he’s trying to read your mind until he finally speaks up.

“So,” he starts, his voice sizzling out near the end before he continues much more clearly, cutting straight to the point, “how’re you feelin’?”

For some odd reason — maybe it’s the gentle lilt of his voice as he asks you this question or how weirdly attractive he looks in the shitty lighting of your bedside lamp — you feel the urge to cry again. It starts as a lump lodged somewhere in your throat and then, much to your horror, morphs into tears pooling in your vision, threatening to spill out like a giant pimple on the verge of popping. With a grimace and yet another obnoxious inhale, you blink away the tears in a vehement manner as if your life depends on it, while Osamu fiddles with a loose thread on your sock, patiently awaiting your response.

“Like shit,” you answer after you’ve successfully pulled yourself together.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Oh,” he says lamely, though it’s reasonable given you’re not giving him much to work with here. Then he shifts in his seat, twisting his entire body to reach into his bag on the ground and toss whatever he retrieved at you. You catch it with relative ease and open your hands to find that it’s a plastic-wrapped rice ball, at which you gasp in surprise.

“I figured you’d say that since you’re so emotionally constipated and all, so I brought some food for ya,” he explains, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he offers a small smile. “Thought it might cheer you up some.”

There may as well be hearts in your eyes right now. You can’t believe he’d go out of his way to do this for you. He’s literally so romantic, you think as delusion colonises the rational side of your brain.

“‘Samu,” you begin dramatically with a hand against your chest in preparation for the speech you’re about to give expressing how grateful you are, “anything good I’ve ever done in my life will never amount to the kindness of your heart. Thank you so much. I am forever in debt to you. I lo—“

Right as you’re getting caught up in the moment, Osamu interrupts with an awkward cough, his ears tinted red in what appears to be embarrassment.

“No need to get all sappy, [Y/N]. I’d do anything for ya anyway,” he says, scratching an itch at the side of his head. “Now, hurry up and eat that. You’re going right back to sleep after this ‘cause” — he lets out a yawn loud enough to wake the entirety of Hyogo — “I gotta help ‘Tsumu mow the lawn tomorrow mornin’.”

Aaand cue the heart eyes again. Of course you’re only focused on the first half, though the mental image of him all disgustingly sweaty with his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders while towing the yard or whatever he just said isn’t too bad either.

For some reason, Osamu takes it upon himself to make sure you’re asleep before he leaves. Probably out of the kindness of his heart again, you figure. He’s got a lot of that when it comes to you.

“Ya good there?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great. Me personally, I feel like I’m gonna fall.”

“Oh my god.”

You grumble and dig your elbows further into the mattress as you shift over for the millionth time. It’s a bit… cramped, to say the least. Your bed’s only intended for one person to sleep in so trying to include Osamu becomes somewhat of a challenge. Osamu, clueless and also blind in the dark, can only lay there limp as you try to manoeuvre him onto the bed in a way so that he won’t fall out the second he moves so much as a millimetre.

“I don’t think this is working.”

“It is,” you tell him.

“It’s not. Hey, how ‘bout I just—“ This time he’s the one to be doing all the annoying movements and shifting as he turns around and wraps his arms around you. Before you can even protest, he swings a leg over yours, reaches toward the foot of the bed where the blanket currently lays, and brings up to your shoulders in one swift motion so that it covers the both of you.

“There,” he declares. “Problem solved. Now no one’s falling out of the bed.”

“Hurray,” you say dryly. You totally could have thought of this on your own… eventually.

“Thanks. Now sleep.”

“What—“

“Shh. Sleep.”

You roll your eyes and then sneer at him. “What am I, a dog?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“HUH?”

You feel him chuckle against the top of your head, and a hand comes up to stroke the back of your head, pushing you a little closer to his chest.

“I’m kidding, ya troglodyte.” Then, his voice sounds ten times nearer, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. (There’s that weird fucking feeling again. You’re literally about to explode.) “But really. Please, SLEEP.”

You smile to yourself. He’s such a romantic.

EXTENDED ENDING:

“Man, what the hell. Where were you last night?” Atsumu blocks the doorway to the house and sharply points a finger at his brother as if it’ll automatically arise some answers out of him. To his disappointment, Osamu only responds with a slightly unamused expression, so he repeats the question in an even more domineering tone.

“[Y/N] had a bad dream so I went over for some moral support.”

“All night?” Atsumu asks suspiciously.

Osamu shrugs. “I fell asleep. Now, shove over ya pig.”

The fake blond can only gape at his brother, who pushes past him, before grumbling to himself, “I can’t wait until you two confess your undying love for each other. All this emotional baggage I’ve been keeping on your behalves has been giving me frequent bowel movements.”

Osamu suddenly turns around, eyes wide. Atsumu panics a moment too late, realising he may have just accidentally betrayed your trust and exposed something he shouldn’t have.

“What’d you just say—“

“SHUT UP! I didn’t say nothin’!”

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