#there's this one little moment in the movie that absolutely melts my heart and it's such a tiny little thing but

[milky-aeons]

'𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and fyodor dostoevsky; what they would be like on their wedding day.

warnings: marriage, swearing, alcohol-intake, wife reader, w.c 3.5k

ᯓ★𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

: ̗̀➛ Dazai, who never really acted like a conventional human being, also did not propose like one, either. After dating the enigmatic Armed Detective Agent for, by then, two years, you did not expect him to get down on one knee and produce a beautiful ring, like you had seen in the movies. But you also did not expect him to drop the question like it was a frivolous thing one random Tuesday evening while you both shared a drink at your favourite late-night bar.

Blinking, your glass frozen mid-way to your lips, you turned to him and said, "What did you... just say?" That mischievous smile you were so quick to fall for flashed across his face. "I said, why don't we get married, hmm~?"

: ̗̀➛ There was no other answer in your mind, your heart, than a resounding yes. For he was the thorn in your side as much as he was your other half. Through the whirlwind of months following, you found it hard to discern where one day ended and the next began. Time bled together until you didn't have nearly enough of it, and the day of the ceremony was here. It was a casual affair not bound too tightly by tradition. By the help of the agents, an old, abandoned manor sitting by the riverside had been fashioned into your very own cathedral.

: ̗̀➛ Yosano Akiko fussed over your dress, your hair, your makeup — to a point where you thought she was having way too much fun. And yet, she left no stones unturned, either. As you walked in through the building decorated with bouquets of flowers and rows upon rows of familiar faces, she hooked her arm into yours and walked by your side. Using Thou Shalt Not Die, the doctor instructed fluttering, iridescent butterflies to sit against your dress and your veil, the cornet of your hair, any place she could in order to make you glow.

: ̗̀➛ He stood to his towering height at the alter with his back turned to you in an immaculate suit of white. And when he spun to face you, you fell in love for a second time — with his brunet hair tucked behind his ear, the blue rose pinned to his suit lapel and his eyes; how they watched you. With a type of stunned disbelief that melted into adoration. When you came to stand by his side in front of the pastor, his hand reached down to twine with your fingers, and he whispered;

"You — are absolutely breath-taking."

: ̗̀➛ Kyouka Izumi played the role of ring-bearer, delivering a small white pillow with the two shining bands once it was time to say your vows. Dazai reached out tenderly, slowly, as if to preserve this moment for as long as he could, and lifted the veil from your face. His eyes shuttered. He reached for your hand and slid the smaller band onto your finger, his eyes downcast, his voice low and intimate.

"Through you I have found what it means to love, what it is to feel human, and while I am by your side — I endeavour to protect and earn that title. For as long as I shall live, I am yours. My soul, my name, they are all yours."

: ̗̀➛ As the ceremony reached its closure, when you had both been bound to each other in heart and in soul, Dazai could not wait another moment before he could reach for you. As soon as the words you may kiss the bride left the pastor's lips, Dazai had looped his arms around your waist and bent you back into a dramatic dip. Cheers and claps filled the riverside chapel, you smiled widely against his lips, expecting nothing less of him. Your soulmate. Your husband. Your Osamu, who's name you brandished as your own.

𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 . . .

"Kunikida-kun~!" Dazai's loud voice, a little accentuated with alcohol, swam over the crowd. "Play the thing we talked about!"

Curious, your head turned to the sounds of footsteps shuffling onto the dancefloor illuminated by pale spotlights. The afterparty was in full swing, you had been flanked by a group of well-wishing women when your husband's voice reached your ears. Each of you observed as Dazai, alongside Kunikida, Junichirou, Atsushi and little Kenji took centre stage. Excited murmurs fluttered through the throng.

"What on earth are they doing?" You wondered, and then the starting notes to All The Single Ladies began blaring from the party speakers. Your mouth dropped. Every single one of the Armed Detective Agents began to move in unison to the beat of the music.

And for the third time, you fell in love with him, again. Expecting that there would be many more to come.

ᯓ★𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎

: ̗̀➛ Kunikida Doppo, who, at first, had not planned to marry you. After all, you only met twenty out of his proposed fifty-eight requirements that made the perfect wife. That was the thing about your relationship, however — you had come into the agent's life unplanned, uninvited, and turned every one of his rigid ideals up on their heads.

: ̗̀➛ Yet it was only telling of the Idealist and his old habits, how Kunikida went about asking for your hand in marriage. It had been early on a weekday afternoon when he had called you into one of the private meeting rooms of the Agency's office. He'd pushed his glasses up the strong bridge of his nose and laid out his terms. He'd even written a business contract for you to sign. The page had gone flying in the air when you had tackled him from across the table. Smattering a thousand kisses against his blushing, flustered face and breathing the words yes, yes, you silly man, yes!

: ̗̀➛ To concur with both your family's wishes and his own, a traditional wedding was set in motion. Kunikida Doppo was always a man to abide by rules and regulations, but it had occurred to you that perhaps he was taking this affair a little too seriously. For your parents, he gifted them the very traditional shiraga thread. During the sake ceremony, the blond sat ramrod straight, moving mechanically to take sips from the three cups. One for past, one for present, and one for your future. Together.

: ̗̀➛ He was so serious, in fact, that you had become nervous on the morning of your wedding — your most beloved of friends helping you into your garments, trying to soothe your thoughts. What if he doesn't want to marry me? You would whisper as they fashioned your hair up. What if I've forced him into this, what if he's unhappy? To one of your many anxieties, your friend had met your eyes in the mirror, and smiled.

"Oh, honey," She chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "You should see the way that man looks at you."

: ̗̀➛ Her words played in your mind as the traditional music was strung during your procession to meet him. The black colours he donned made his long ponytail appear golden, his body strong, his face even more handsome. As he watched you come down the shrine walkway to be by his side, the blond reached up with one hand to push his glasses away and covered his eyes. It had taken you a few months after to realise that in that moment, Kunikida Doppo had shed a tear.

: ̗̀➛ It was not tradition for vows to be spoken, and yet Kunikida asked to say a few words as the ceremony drew to a close. You watched him carefully as he picked up the microphone, curious at the intentions he had. It was in that moment that your newly wed husband faced the crowd and brought the mic to his lips.

"First, I would like to thank you all for gracing our marriage with both your presence and your blessings. It is something we will see not to squander." "Second, I would like to say some thoughts of mine, if you would all be so inclined. Marriage, to me, was initially an agreement of convenience. I had the perfect woman laid out seamlessly. And in my wife that stands with me today, I say that she is not that perfect woman I so wished to find. But she is everything more. She is my best friend, she is my support, she is the person I go to sleep thinking of and wake up searching for. To me, she is my home, and I will take care of her fiercely."

: ̗̀➛ At your small reception, Kunikida was stolen away from you by some affiliates of the Armed Detective Agency and had his sake cup topped up one too many times. He found you afterwards, and proclaimed both his love and adoration for his newly-betrothed to everyone and anyone that was within a five mile radius.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . . .

"Come here," You whispered to him, now in the comfort of your own apartment walls. A considerably uncoordinated Kunikida was struggling out of his Haorihimo, cursing in drunken slurs and promises of retribution to the small sliver of fabric.

Your fingers eased the cloth out from underneath his arms and you began to loosen the knot. Your husband was staring up at you from behind his crooked glasses. He swayed a little, and you stood in front of him, ready to support him if he went toppling forward off the bed.

But then, two strong, solid arms came up to the small of your back and he crushed you against him. Burying his head into your chest, he murmured;

"From the very first day I met you... I loved you. D'ya know that?"

Your heart grew tiny wings in your chest and began to sore. Smiling, you reached up, carding your fingers through his blond locks and undoing the tight ponytail.

"The first day you met me, you told me I was inefficient and lazy, my dear husband." You mused.

He grunted. "Same... thing."

ᯓ★𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with Atsushi was one that blossomed slow and tenderly. It was a natural progression, after three years of happy dating, for the agent to ask you to marry him. Everything Atsushi Nakajima did in regards to showing his affection for you was always timid and reserved — you never expected it; the elaborate surprise he had waiting in store for you that morning you came into the Agency's offices just like you always did.

: ̗̀➛ Well, perhaps he had a little help from the other agents, for the office was barren when you entered. Your eyebrows had creased at the very uncharacteristic quiet of the usually chaotic area you worked in. You had checked the time, wondering if you had showed up a little too early on accident. But then, there was a voice — the voice of agent Dazai Osamu, shouting at you to come to the nearest window and to do so urgently—!

Each of the agents stood at the sidewalk, all holding up a sign with different characters that made up a whole sentence. A question. And Atsushi — your sweet, kind, caring Atsushi, was perched in the middle, the biggest bouquet of roses in his sheepish hands. Will you marry me?

: ̗̀➛ Both you and Atsushi decide to get married somewhere far removed from the city skyline of Yokohama. You wanted somewhere special to remember this day, and perhaps, the great outdoors and stretching greens spoke to Atsushi's beastly side a little more, too. So you chose the heart of a nearby woodland where a great, ancient willow tree served as your alter.

: ̗̀➛ Atsushi wore a suit of sky-blue. You wore a simple slip dress decorated with accents of lace and flowers, Kenji had twined some wildflowers into your hair. The fauna of the forest acted as your choir when you walked down the small trail of brambles to your soon-to-be husband who waited at the base of the winding trunk.

: ̗̀➛ The reception was held in a greenhouse funded by the Agency's private books — you and Atsushi were members, after all, so Kunikida took a little less persuading than usual to move his ledgers around. For lunch, you served chazuke, and when you took the first dance, Atsushi's eyes appeared more gold than they were violet as they looked at you so lovingly the whole time.

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 . . .

"Atsushi, they'll notice that we're gone." You giggled, bunching your dress up so you could step over the little bush of thickets. When you both reached the winding roots of the willow tree you promised yourselves to each other underneath, Atsushi transformed his arms and legs into their tiger equivalents.

"Dazai-san said he'd keep everyone entertained." He whispered, and then stepped forward to wrap his soft arms around you. "Are you ready?"

"It may be a little late for second thoughts." You teased, but looped your arms around his slender neck and relaxed into his hold. The new golden band on your finger glinted in the moonlight.

And using that tiger-strength, Atsushi dug his claws into the ancient tree bark and began to climb. Higher and higher until you both broke through the canopy cover and could look to the millions of stars winking at you overhead.

"Oh, Atsushi." You breathed in awe, taking in the wonders above. "Oh, it's beautiful."

Your husband nuzzled into your hair and whispered, "Each one represents all the lifetimes I'd still find and fall in love with you in."

ᯓ★𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

: ̗̀➛ It had initially been you and your General lover's plan to keep your engagement quiet and have a small affair away from town. Just the two of you, because Chuuya thought some of his colleagues were insufferable pains in his ass, and all hell would break loose if they were to figure out they had a wedding plan on their hands. It was, however, unfortunate, that you two had been discussing what type of ceremony you'd like to have when Hirotsu was just about to turn one of the corners. It took exactly one hour for the entire Port Mafia to know. Two for it to reach the Armed Detective Agency.

: ̗̀➛ It was no longer a personal affair. This wedding became a spectacle within the Mafia's ranks. From the lowest levels all the way to the boss himself, everyone was abuzz with ideas and anticipation, excited that one of their top brass was getting married and they could all take advantage of the time off to have a grand party. Chuuya threatened to resign several times, you always laughed at how excited the entire criminal organisation became at the prospect of celebration.

: ̗̀➛ True to the boss' word, you and Chuuya's wedding was held in one of the grandest churches Yokohama had to offer — having mysteriously skipped the two year waiting list. The building was laved in gold and stain glass windows. Chuuya wore a fine suit of blood-red and a black tie that contrasted with his wild curls, his hard blue eyes. But when they saw you come down the aisle, they softened, and when he said his vows to you, you never thought anyone would look at you with such adoration ever again.

: ̗̀➛ The main event was held in the bowels of the Port Mafia — one of the largest show-rooms this organisation had to offer, with chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a private band playing any songs they were requested. Chuuya, for the majority of your reception, could not seem to keep his hands off of you. If you were not by his hip, his eyes would instantly go searching for you within the throng of party-goers. When he did find you, he would place a hand to the small of your back, he'd lean in to kiss you and say;

"There you are, my wife."

: ̗̀➛ There was another reason as to why Chuuya Nakahara was originally so hellbent on taking your wedding somewhere more quiet and peaceful. And it came in the form of a brunet ex-partner waltzing into the organisation's party, a broad simper on his infuriating face. Dazai Osamu took your hand and kissed the back of it, extending his deepest sympathies and that if you ever needed to blow off steam, he could give you his number.

: ̗̀➛ The Port Mafia ballroom had originally started off with three grand chandeliers. After Dazai had purred those taunting words, there was then, only two.

: ̗̀➛ After the many shards had been swept from the floor by a cleaning crew, the private band struck an up-beat quartet. Both you and your newly-wed husband took to the floor for the first dance. Chuuya's hand splayed protectively against your back, his other gloved palm slotting into yours and guiding you to twirl, skip, spin.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 . . .

"Shit, sorry." He grumbled when your foreheads were touching, the proximity sending his breath fanning across your cheeks. His pointy canines were jutting against his bottom lip. "That motherfucker — he just makes me see red."

"Hey, it's okay." You said, catching his eyes. "Because I love you. You, Nakahara. I am all yours and no one else's."

Those words touched something deep within this man's chest. Of course, the proof that you were his sat in the form of two stacked rings on your left hand, but to hear it. To look into your beautiful eyes and see the amount of love there.

He surprised you by reaching down to your hips and lifting you up, twirling you around, around, around.

"And I'm forever yours, babydoll."

ᯓ★𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘

: ̗̀➛ The initial letter you received from Fyodor asking for your hand in marriage — originally, you believed it to be fake. A shallow joke from someone who knew of you and the mastermind's occasional on-and-off relationship whenever he returned to your homeland. But as you traced the delicate loops of the handwriting that looked so much like his own, in the intimate moonlight beams of late night — you'd let yourself imagine. Hope. Only for it to swell and dwindle like ashes of a flame. Because there was just no way he would ask to marry you. That he would marry, at all.

: ̗̀➛ It was fitting then; how palpable your shock was when the slender, pale man you had accidentally fallen in love with — like a fool — was standing on the other side of your door that early morning. You had blinked hard, rubbed your eyes, wondered if you were weary from too many sleepless nights. When the stars had cleared from your vision, he was still there. An amused little smile stretched against his lips.

"So? Are you ready to get married?" You stared at him. And stared. And then dropped your morning cup of coffee onto the tiles of your hallway.

: ̗̀➛ At the news of your sudden betrothal, your family were both elated with a healthy dose of scepticism. Who is this man you are intending to marry, they fluttered around you with questions when you broke the news. Fyodor? I've never heard you speak of him, why do you intend to marry this man, girl? At that, you had smiled, not bothering to hide the small heat of blush on your ears, and murmured;

"Because he's a thief, and he stole my heart a very long time ago."

: ̗̀➛ The wedding was held in an old cathedral of gothic architecture. You don't think you've ever seen Fyodor look so refined; standing there in his simple suit of stone-grey with a black shirt. He had his hair tucked behind his ears, his eyebags were a little less pronounced, his skin brighter — but perhaps that was just the early-morning light. When you stood before your husband to-be and handed your heart over to him, for him, there was a shift in his eyes. You could not explain it, but you knew it ran deep. You knew that in his own way, he was also handing himself over to you. And you would accept all of him, just like you accepted his name.

: ̗̀➛ Much to the dismay of your family, you did not hold a wedding reception after the ceremony, but that was only because Fyodor decided to walk with you through the freezing streets of Moscow. He held your hand, and even though on many nights where you lay together he was stone-cold, today, he felt warm.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 . . .

"Fyodor?"

"Hmm?" He answered, noticing the sheepish tone in your voice. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes.

"Why did you ask to marry me?"

Fyodor held your gaze for a long, pregnant second. It was at that moment that a single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey sky and landed on his immaculate suit. Then another. Each one the same colour as your dress, each one different to the rest.

Fyodor held out his hand to catch them. "Why does the snow fall? Because it is natural. It is meant to be. I married you because it is the way I wish to fall. With you, by my side."

✎ . . . requested by the lovely @cocodrilofeliz!

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[inrockstarfashion]

Lando just wants you in his lap all the time. It’s an easy way to be close to you without having to stop what he’s doing, like having a conversation, watching a movie, gaming, etc. However, the first time he did it, he was home for a weekend and spending a lot of time catching up on livestreams with Max.

Lando got an idea and paused the game for a moment.

“Babe? Are you busy?” He is greeted with footsteps walking closer to the room.

“Not really. What’s up?” You answer leaning in the doorway, one hand braced on the frame.

“Can you come here?” He turns his gaming chair towards you. “Please?” His voice is slightly whiny.

You give him a hesitant look but walk over to him anyways. He reaches out for you, grabbing ahold of your hips and pulling you into his lap before reaching for his controller, trapping you between his arms, and starting up the game. At first you were confused because he never said anything after that other than yelling at his PC when his character died.

“Lando?”

“Hm?”

“What exactly am I here for?”

“Am I not allowed to miss my girlfriend?” He defended himself while still locked in on whatever game he and Max were playing. Your heart melt a little bit at his statement and accepted his response. You readjusted yourself so you lay your head on his shoulder and watched him play his game, drawing random shapes on the front on his shirt.

Eventually, you got kind of bored and asked Lando if you could take a turn next time he died. He perked up a bit at your question and agreed, showing you the different controls before passing it off to you, removing his headphones, ruffling his curls, and placing them over your ears, letting you readjust them before starting another round. Lando wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder to watch you play his game. He listened to you and Max make conversation and laughed when you accidentally fell off a cliff.

“Chat is going absolutely mental over you two right now.” Max stated is disbelief, reading off some of the comments. “‘I want what Lando and Y/n have’, ‘The only thing I’m kissing is a shotgun after this stream!’” Max laughed and continued to read off a few more comments that caught his eye. Lando just smiled and squeezed you tighter, giving you a light kiss on your neck before returning to his original position.

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I’ve been binge watching a lot of Lando’s and Max’s old streams and the March 7, 2023 stream is easily on of my top favorites to watch. I’ve been working on another fic with Max Verstappen but it’s taking me much longer than I thought but watching the livestreams gave me this idea and wanted to get something out. Hope you enjoyed this short little drabble until I can get time to work on my other story. Let me know if you have any ideas and if you want to see something for another driver!

Ciao!

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[starsinmylatte]

The Taste of Love

In which our beloved bathtub lawyer realizes that he loves you the first time he’s forced to cancel a date.

Pairing: Higurma Hiromi x gender-neutral reader

Rating: Pure fluff

Word count: 0.6k

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Higuruma Hiromi was perpetually exhausted and wanted nothing more than to spend an evening relaxing with you, but his current caseload was just too overwhelming. He was a brilliant man and a peerless lawyer, but, unfortunately, he was still human; there was only so much work he could do in one day.

Higuruma had called you, head planted shamefully in his slender, ink-stained hands, and requested a rain check on your date. He apologized profusely, but you still sounded heartbroken over the phone. You reassured him that you understood, but the situation tugged at his heartstrings; his last relationship had ended because his girlfriend accused him of loving his work more than her.

Originally, the night was supposed to be spent with a lovely steak dinner and a movie at his place afterward. Hiromi wanted nothing more than to be snuggled up on his couch with a glass of wine and your head on his shoulder, but here he was at 8 pm... still in his suit from the workday and permanently attached to his desk chair with a mountain of files in front of him.

The last thing he ever expected was to hear a knock at his door thirty minutes later. A very confused, slightly disheveled Higuruma opened the door to find you standing out in the cold with three bags of groceries, a pan, and a loaf of bread.

"I wasn't sure what kind of pans you have, so I brought one!" You chirped, beaming up at the tired man. Higuruma blinked at you blearily, not daring to believe his eyes.

"Are you going to let me in?" You teased, slightly concerned that you'd done the wrong thing by surprising him.

Higuruma backpedaled instantly, quickly ushering you out of the snow into his apartment. "Sorry for the, uh, mess...." He apologized with a faint blush on his cheeks. 

In truth, his apartment wasn’t excessively messy, but Hiromi was a working man in his 30s with little time to clean unless he had a date planned…. and he thought his date had been canceled. His heart thumped as you breezed into his kitchen with no preamble and set up a small cooking station on the counter.

At that moment, Hiromi would’ve testified in court that he’d never seen anyone more beautiful, even though you wore absolutely no makeup and your outfit consisted of leggings and a law school sweatshirt you’d “borrowed” from him. He stood there watching you wordlessly, slack-jawed from appreciation as you clicked on a burner and tossed the pan on to preheat. 

“Are you… okay with me being here?” You paused, blushing slightly. “I wanted to do something nice for you since you’re working so hard. You still deserve a good meal and I know you’re too busy to eat properly. I probably should’ve asked before inviting myself over-” 

Higuruma’s soft lips were pressed against yours before you could finish rambling. He kissed you tenderly but thoroughly, and you simply melted into his arms. All of your worries faded away as he broke the kiss to press his lips to your forehead. 

“No, it’s perfect…. You’re perfect.” He murmured against your skin. “I just can’t believe how lucky I am.” 

You kissed him again with a soft smile on your lips, and in that moment, Higuruma Hiromi tasted nothing but pure love.

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[buckyalpine]

I love my Grumpy Bucky !! He’s secretly a softie , I know he is ! So I have another ask for him ! Bucky being a literal asshole to anyone and everyone !! Except his girl that he has heart eyes for . When he’s being flirted on he is borderline offended cause he very obviously has a girl and he’s not all that kind about turning girls down ! He’s ruthless when he’s training recruits , he’s an asshole to everyone . But his girl !? His sweet angel !? He is the softest human alive ! And Sam would tease him about it . One moment he’s longingly staring at you , tucking hair behind your ear and the next he’s staring daggers at Sam ! But then you hop on his lap and his back to being your sweet , soft boyfriend ! At home he’s laughing to something silly you’re doing , tackles you on the sofa and tells you how much he loves you ! He’s not shy of PDA either . Kisses too deep for people to be around , possessive hands . He just looks like a meanie when he’s out 😂

Bucky is only soft for you

YES YES YES YES. Bucky's entire essence is being a complete teddy bear for you and you alone.

Honestly, imagine the new recruits are all whispering about getting to train with Sergeant Barnes.

"I heard he has a girlfrined through"

"Ugh"

"I know right?"

"How cares, we'll see how loyal he is when I'm grinding on his fat di-

"Oh my god, he's going to hear you!"

"Good, then he'll know what to expect"

Bucky heard it all and he's absolutely offended. He feels sick. How could anyone think they could replace his angel, fuck no. He's already stoic around everyone, but knowing the trainees are trying to get into his pants knowing he has a girl? He's ruthless.

First of all, he doesn't let them touch him. No. Ew. He calls over some of the senior trainees and directs them on what to do with the newbies, critiquing their form the entire time (not for no reason, but he's much less kind about it)

Imagine their faces when you walk into the gym and he just melts. He's such a puppy for you, his eyes are sparkling, hes grinning when you make your way over to him.

"Hi babygirl"

"Hi Sergeant"

Oh what that word does to him when it comes from your lips. He kisses you deeply, keeping his hands on you for longer than necessary. The girls are rolling their eyes and avoiding eye contact and honestly he doesn't care cause he's not doing it to show them shit. He's doing all this cause he's just that in love with you.

Sometimes, he gets lost in how adorable you look, just staring at you with heart eyes while you telling him about you day. He's playing with a piece of your hair, tucking it back and Sam is having a fucking field day with this. He can't believe what he's seeing, Bucky Barnes blushing and simping and so deep in love. Bucky's heart eyes disappear when he narrows his eyes at Sam, who is still snickering.

You don't even notice, you happily sit on his lap, still talking about your day and your little puppy is back, his nose is nuzzling your cheek, hes peppering kisses onto your face.

The team is watching a movie and he's making his way downstairs. All he sees is you. You grin when you see your boyfriend approaching, giving him grabby hands. He tackles you onto the sofa, kissing you all over, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you.

"Hi angel!"

"Hi baby bear" You giggle, your nose nuzzling with his.

The team doesn't know what to do with themselves, they don't understand what's happening.

"Did she just call him baby bear?"

"Yes"

"Am I high"

"Probably"

They get used to it eventually, but only parts of it. Bucky gives no fucks; he will pick you up and pluck you onto the counter, making out with you like a horny teenager, fucking 8 in the morning while Steve just wants to grab his coffee.

Possessive hands. All over. You're always in his lap, he's always touching you in some way. When he's really in a mood, he marks you, sometimes in places only you can see but when this one agent gets too close to you, he makes sure he marks you in a way no one will look at your twice.

But when he's back with you, wrapped in your warmth, you have your sweet teddy bear again and he'll never let you forget just how much he loves you.

#bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fluff #protective bucky barnes #protective bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x f!reader #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky comfort #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky fan fiction #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky fluff #soft bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #answered asks #sweet anons

[emotionaldamages]

healing the heart- max verstappen

summary- reader is red bull’s admin, which is the beginning of a love story for reader and a certain driver

pairings- max verstappen x social media admin!reader

authors note- this one is kinda long🧍🏽��♀️ and a lot of repeating words

Y/N sat at her desk, scrolling through the latest photos of the Red Bull Racing team. As the social media admin for the team, it was her job to keep fans engaged and excited. Little did she know, her life was about to take an unexpected turn.

Max Verstappen, the talented Formula One racer, walked into her office. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned against the doorframe, a playful grin on his face. Y/N couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

"Hey there," Max said, his voice smooth and inviting. "Just wanted to see how our fans are doing."

Y/N blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as she looked up at him. "They're loving your recent win, Max. The support for you is insane."

He chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Well, it's all thanks to the amazing team we have, including you."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words. She had always admired Max's talent and dedication, but she never imagined he would notice her. The idea of dating a Formula One racer seemed like a distant dream.

As the days passed, Max and Y/N spent more time together. They would grab lunch at the track, discussing everything from racing strategies to their favorite movies. Max's charm and down-to-earth nature made Y/N feel special, like she was the only person in his world.

One evening, after a grueling race, Max took Y/N out for a surprise dinner. He led her to a cozy restaurant with soft lighting and a breathtaking view of the city. Y/N couldn't help but smile, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Over a delicious meal, Max reached across the table, his warm hand finding hers. "Y/N, I never thought I'd find someone like you. You bring so much joy to my life."

Y/N's cheeks flushed as she looked into his deep, intense eyes. "Max, you've made me believe in love again. I've never met anyone who understands me like you do."

They leaned closer, their lips meeting in a gentle, passionate kiss. In that moment, all the doubts and fears Y/N carried in her heart melted away. Max was not only healing her heart but also filling it with a love she had always longed for.

As they broke apart, Max smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "Y/N, you're the missing puzzle piece in my life. I want to be with you, always."

Y/N felt her heart soar, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. "Max, I feel the same way. Let's see where this journey takes us."

———

One sunny afternoon, Y/N sat at her desk, scrolling through Red Bull Racing's social media accounts. She admired the team's recent victory and smirked, knowing that she played a small role in their success. Just as she was about to close the tab, a message notification popped up.

Curious, Y/N clicked on it. Her heart skipped a beat when she read the name of the sender—it was Max.

"Hey, Y/N," the message read. "I have a surprise for you. Meet me at the race track tomorrow. Can't wait to see your reaction."

Y/N's excitement bubbled within her. She couldn't help but wonder what Max had in store. The next day, she arrived at the race track, her heart pounding with anticipation. Max stood by the pit lane, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey, Max," Y/N greeted, unable to hide her excitement. "What's the surprise?"

Max winked playfully before leading her towards the garage. Y/N's eyes widened as she saw a bright red race car, glistening under the track lights. She couldn't believe her eyes—Max had arranged for her to experience a ride in a real Formula 1 car.

"Is this for real?" Y/N gasped, her voice filled with awe.

Max chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely, Y/N. I wanted to give you a taste of what it feels like to be on the track."

Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration. She slipped into a racing suit, her hands trembling with excitement. As she buckled up inside the car, Max looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"You ready?" he asked.

Y/N could barely contain her enthusiasm. "More than ever, Max."

The engine roared to life, and the car sped off down the track. Y/N felt an adrenaline rush like she had never experienced before. The wind whipped through her hair, and the G-forces pressed her against the seat. She held on tight, laughing and screaming in pure euphoria.

As the ride came to an end, Y/N stepped out of the car, her legs trembling but her heart soaring. Max approached her, his eyes filled with joy.

"See, Y/N," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Life is full of unexpected twists and turns. And sometimes, those twists lead to the most extraordinary moments."

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with newfound courage. In that moment, she realized that she had not only found love but also a partner who would never stop surprising her.

Little did Y/N know, the surprises were just beginning, and their love story was far from over.

———

Y/N's heart swelled with excitement as she stepped into the Red Bull garage. The familiar scent of rubber and gasoline filled the air, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in this world that Max Verstappen inhabited.

Max stood there, leaning against the sleek Red Bull car, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Y/N. She couldn't help but notice a hint of nervousness in his gaze, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his race suit.

"Hey," Y/N greeted, her voice filled with anticipation. "What's up?"

Max smiled, but there was something off about it. His voice, normally confident and vibrant, seemed strained as he replied, "Hey, Y/N. Listen, we need to talk."

A flicker of worry danced across Y/N's face as she sensed the seriousness in his tone. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

Max took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "I... I heard something today. A rumor about you and Daniel."

Confusion washed over Y/N. Daniel? As in Daniel Ricciardo, Max's former teammate? She couldn't fathom what Max had heard, or how it could possibly involve her.

"What kind of rumor?" she asked, her heart sinking with each passing second.

Max hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "They said you and Daniel... you had something before we got together. Is it true?"

Y/N felt her whole world crumble at Max's words. How could he believe such a thing? Her mind raced as she tried to find the right words to explain, but the hurt in Max's eyes made her stumble.

"Max, I... I can't believe you would think that. Daniel and I are just friends, nothing more," she pleaded.

Max's expression softened, but doubt still flickered in his eyes. "I want to believe you, Y/N. But... it's hard. I've been hurt before."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she reached out to touch Max's arm gently. "I understand your fears, Max, but you have to trust me. There's nothing between Daniel and me. You're the only one in my heart."

Max's resolve seemed to waver for a moment before he sighed and nodded. "Okay. I want to believe you, Y/N. I really do."

Relief flooded Y/N's heart, but a small part of her remained wounded. She never expected such a misunderstanding to tarnish their connection, their deep bond.

As they stood there, their emotions still raw, Y/N knew that healing Max's heart would take time. But she was willing to fight for the love they had found and prove to him that their love story was far from over.

With determination in her eyes, Y/N whispered, "I'll do whatever it takes to show you that you're the only one for me, Max. Trust me."

Max's uncertainty slowly faded away as he gazed into Y/N's eyes, seeing the sincerity in her words. "I want to trust you, Y/N. Let's work through this together."

Hand in hand, they walked out of the garage, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. Love wasn't always simple, but the connection they shared was worth fighting for.

As Y/N and Max stood outside the bustling Red Bull garage, a gentle breeze swept through the air, carrying with it a feeling of newfound hope and clarity. Y/N looked into Max's eyes, her own filled with sincerity.

"Max, I promise you, there's nothing going on between me and Daniel," Y/N said, her voice soft yet resolute. "He's just a friend. The only person who holds my heart is standing right in front of me."

A flicker of relief crossed Max's face, his eyes searching Y/N's for any sign of dishonesty. Finding none, he let out a deep sigh and a small smile slowly formed on his lips.

"I believe you, Y/N," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "But there's something I need to tell you too."

Curiosity danced in Y/N's eyes as she waited for Max to continue. She knew that love required honesty and trust, no matter how difficult the conversation might be.

"When I heard that rumor about you and Daniel, I have to admit, jealousy consumed me," Max confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. "I didn't want to lose you, Y/N. You mean everything to me."

Touched by Max's honesty, Y/N reached out and gently placed her hand on his, intertwining their fingers. "Max, I'm sorry that I unknowingly caused you pain. My heart has always belonged to you. I'd never do anything to jeopardize what we have."

A sparkle of understanding glimmered in Max's eyes as he squeezed Y/N's hand. "I know that now, Y/N. We all have insecurities, but love is about overcoming them together."

In that moment, the weight of doubt and misunderstanding seemed to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of love and acceptance. Y/N and Max had weathered their first major test as a couple, emerging stronger than ever.

As they strolled hand in hand through the Red Bull paddock, laughter spilled from their lips, filling the air with lightness. Y/N's heart soared as they talked about their dreams, their future, and the adventures they yearned to embark on together.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the spark between Y/N and Max never waned. Their love continued to flourish, fueled by their shared passion for life and their unwavering support for each other.

Y/N's role as Red Bull Racing's social media admin became the backdrop to their love story, punctuated by exhilarating races, joyous celebrations, and heartfelt tributes. Their connection extended beyond the racetrack, as they found solace in the quiet moments spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies, and sharing their hopes and fears.

Together, Y/N and Max had crafted a love story that defied distance, challenges, and rumors. They had learned that true love doesn't mean the absence of difficulties, but rather the strength to face them together.

As they looked ahead, excitement surged through their veins. The future held unknown adventures, but armed with the love they shared, Y/N and Max were ready to face whatever lay ahead.

#f1 one shot #formula one imagine #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #daniel ricciardo #formula one #red bull racing #formula one x y/n #formula one x reader

[spamgyu]

PRETTY BOY // College!Mingyu AU – birthdays and i love you's

"Even if the sky's on fire. Got you here, it's alright, with me ..."

Started off as this prompt: no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable genre: tooth-aching fluff PRETTY BOY MASTERLIST

This was her first time at his family home; and to say she was on edge was an understatement.

She's met his family a handful of times, able to count the interaction on one hand – but spending a whole weekend with them... that was nerve wrecking.

She felt as though she needed to be on her best behavior, not wanting to say or do anything that may cause his parents or his sister to disapprove of her.

It was Mingyu's birthday and contrary to how she thought he would be ringing in another year of his life, he carried on his tradition of spending it with his family – with a plus one, this time around.

Everyone else their age threw parties or went away for a trip with their friend group, going absolutely feral, as they celebrated another year around the sun. But just like before, Mingyu took her by surprise when he had notified her that he would like her to join his birthday festivities.... at his family home.

It wasn't anything special.

Just two days of being around his immediate family at almost every waking moment.

Y/n couldn't help but fall deeper in love for the boy as she come to realization that he was a family man – he loved bothering his little sister, helping his mother around the kitchen, and spending time with his father in the garage.

All with her in tow.

"I'm really glad you're here with me, this year." Mingyu hummed, a soft smile on his lips as his arms lazily draped around her waist.

They had just finished eating lunch in the garden, a meal prepared by Mrs. Kim with the help them two.

"I'm glad you invited me." Y/n matched the grin on his face, reaching up to wipe away a crumb off his chin.

He always did eat like it was a race; shoveling food into his mouth like someone was going to grab it off of his plate.

"My mom likes you."

"I would hope so."

"My dad and sister too."

"What about you?" She teased.

Mingyu shook his head. "Nope not me."

"Really now? You don't like me?" Y/n laughed, knowing that he was simply playing along.

"Nope." He popped his lips. "I love you."

Feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and ears, Y/n couldn't help but let out a giggle – her nose scrunching in the process. One of his favorite things about her, amongst the million of other mannerisms that had him swooning.

Mingyu could have sworn he felt his heart melt in an instant at the sight of the girl, who he once only dreamt of dating, practically become putty in his hands.

Using her finger to motion him to come closer. "Wanna know a secret?" She whispered, Mingyu nodding his head for her to continue.

"I love you too."

Mingyu had always been in love with the girl; his friends teasing him every time they had caught the poor love struck boy looking at her from a distance – back when she barely considered him as a friend. To anyone, this moment may have been something so casual; something so minuscule, but to Mingyu it was everything.

He didn't care about the new car parts his parents got him for his birthday, or the Chrome Hearths necklace Y/n gifted him – this was the best thing he had received all weekend.

"I love you more." He whispered.

"I doubt it."

Mingyu felt his knees weak; the feeling of happiness bubbling in his chest. He knew it wasn't a competition, but whatever love she had for him in her heart didn't measure to how he felt for her – the girl that made him want to be a better man than he was yesterday.

The girl that had made him feel like he had been living in a rom-com movie the past seven months.

The girl who he thought was far too good for a guy like him, spending nearly a week bragging to anyone who would listen that he had gotten the girl of his dreams.

He felt like a cartoon character floating in air, following her around with hearts for eyes – and he had no shame about it.

"I'll prove it."

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[bookishdreamer28]

Toji never thought there would come a day he would find love. His life was too dark for someone to stay with him and his heart too heavy for someone to hold.

But then there was you. He worships the ground you walk on. Every time he thinks back to the day he first saw you, he feels so incredibly happy and blessed to know that you stayed with him and let him show you just how much he loved you. Before you, nothing made him excited, nothing made him want to fight for something or someone. But you came and changed everything.

"Toji I played the movie you were talking about for a whole month now and you're not even paying attention to it" you jokingly said and laid you head on his shoulder, looking up at him.

"Who gives a shit about the movie when you're right here?" He murmured and leaned down to graze his lips with yours, before capturing them into a heated kiss.

-

Every moment with you meant a lot to him. Every kiss, every hug, every touch, ignited things in him that made his heart burning and yearning for more. There was never enough when he was with you.

His priority after years of loneliness, was finally you. His life was dangerous and the fear of losing you grew more and more each day. But one thing for sure, is that he will protect you with his life. He will never let anyone touch a single strand of your hair.

"Sweetheart, I need you to stay here. In our home. I know you're capable of defending yourself and fight, but this can be too much" his hands were cupping your sweet face, worrying eyes staring back at yours.

"Toji, you can't always go to these missions all alone. Knowing that I can't do anything but wait here is killing me. I want to make sure that you're ok" you touched your forehead with his and closed your eyes at the warmth you felt radiating from his broad body.

"I know baby, I know. But what matters to me is you. I can't lose you" he said, voice filled with emotions.

You moved back a little and looked at him.

"You won't. I'll always be by your side" and you kissed him passionately.

-

He had found happiness when you became a huge part of his life, and now the happiness was doubled.

That's what he thought as he kept staring at the small and pure form in his arms. His son. His eyes left Megumi and fell on your sleepy figure. His eyes suddenly stinked with tears. His son suddenly cooed and slowly opened his eyes, and Toji swore that he was feeling lightheaded. He couldn't believe that he was dad. A dad. Never in his life thought that he would find someone let alone have a kid with them. But here he was.

"Hey little guy" Toji whispered and his hand rubbed softly his son's head.

"Toji" He heard you saying and he immediately was on his feet. He carefully made his way to you, worry written on his face.

"Hey gorgeous, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?" You softly smiled and your eyes were instantly glued on your son.

"My beautiful boy" you reached out your arms, until Toji placed Megumi in them. Once your son felt your arms engulfing him in the warmest hug ever, he instantly melted in them.

Toji was frozen. The sight of you holding your baby boy, was an image that it will be printed on his mind forever. He slowly sat next you, and leaned down to give you a soft and loving kiss on your forehead.

Hope you enjoyed this one with Toji 🙌

"You did absolutely great baby girl. Than you for the beautiful gift" you looked up at him with teary eyes and smiled.

"I love you" you whispered.

"I love you" he said back and brought your body closer to his, admiring both you and your son, with a fondly smile on his face.

He had finally found happiness.

Hope you enjoyed this one with Toji 🙌

I hope you're having an amazing time and always make sure to take care of yourselves 💕

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[itsmealaiah]

Could you make one with 2010!Tokio Hotel and fem!reader just gets passed around between them (sorry if this is to weird)

dw you're good! ❤️

Passed around

can be read as male or female

tags/ warnings: Sfw and Nsfw headcanons, mentions of sex, roughness/ dom! band members, body worshipping, mention of safewords

MDNI ⚠️

Synopsis: being passed around the band is more fun then meets the eye

(i would think the cycles like a month one week for each of the members)

Tom:

He's absolutely making the most out of those seven days with you. Taking you to clubs, getting wasted, waking up hungover, still dressed in the same clothes as the previous night.

Heavy, heavy sex during this time. Doesn't matter when. Public? perfect place to throw you against a bathroom wall and have his way with you. However, in private, he's much more dedicated, savoring each part of your body with his eyes, before giving you what you're both craving.

Very careful not to get you to use a safeword. It breaks his heart when the word spills from your lips, tiny little sobs escaping as well. He'll do whatever he can to make up for it, giving you cuddles, kisses, anything for his love.

I don't think he'd be fully in love, maybe like ninety-percent but only because the band each has a turn with you every week, so you come back to him pretty much used to the max (ifykyk)

Bill:

He is never leaving your side, always with you, taking in every single moment he can. It can mean him in bed, or just a calm day together where he pampers you like crazy, doing all your favorite activities, getting the best out of this short time frame.

Shopping, little dates, trips to the park, small car rides, or just a relaxing night in with ice cream and a cheesy movie, he's doing it all. He doesn't want to miss a second, and pass up the chance to be with you.

Cuddles are an absolute standard. He doesn't like to make loving sessions of cuddling sexual, he loves just to feel your body warmth wrapped around his, being consumed by his slim, tall figure while lying down.

When you guys actually have sex, its not just quick and easy, it's with love, with gentleness, with heavy carefulness. He prides in your wellbeing, making sure you feel better than he does. In his mind, he doesn't matter, only you, he takes so, so much pride in making you feel good.

(and when you squirt from his actions he feels like king of the world)

Georg:

He hates the seven day period, always begging for more time because he doesn't want it to end. (obviously a no but still)

He'll be worried that he's not giving you enough, that he needs to do more, rushing you everywhere, prompting you to tell him its okay, to just take it easy, that there's no rush.

Once he's calmed down and is in the right headspace, he's such a caring and gentle person. Giving you little gifts, going grocery shopping for your favorite foods, surprising you with clothes or just something fancy for another time when you're out and about together.

Romantic in-home date nights are a staple in this relationship. Usually ending with sex and aftercare, their his favorite night with you. It's probably not just one night to be honest, maybe like fridays and saturdays, I find those days romantic and carefree.

When he's in the mood, he's putting you first, just like bill. He takes such a delicate approach to your body it simply makes you melt in his arms, making him smile feebly while he's pounding in and out of you. He's both a dom and a sub, the roles reversing basically on your mood.

Gustav

My man gustav. He's probably the most gentle out of all the members, like in all my fics.

Every night, out to dinner. If you get bored of the same thing every night, he'll change it up. A relaxing night in, cuddling, giving you massages, small words of comforts spilling from his lips.

Falling asleep in his arms, his heart will be filled with so much motherfucking joy he feels like he can't breathe. He'll love you even more after that, giving you so many massages it'll make you crazy.

He loves those little moments with you. it seems cheesy to the rest of the band, but he lives for them. A little kiss on the forehead, cuddles, here and there. His love language is definitely physical touch.

In bed together, he will prefer being a sub over a dom. Have yall heard that thing were big dick men are always quiet? I feel like thats gustav 🤭😏. He will practically worship your body, eyes pouring over your naked frame, taking in each twitch, each movement, each little noise you made, begging him to stop looking and start using.

he makes it worth your while in the end

a/n: thank you for reading! requests are open! ❤️

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[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day four

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : fluff, flirting, the slightest hint of angst if you squint, some smut (nipple play, masturbation)

length : 5k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3

a/n : it's getting more smutty, my friends!! enjoy the chapter 💗

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day four

I woke up in the middle of the night, sleepy and confused as to why I was conscious at all. It took me a moment to blink into the darkness and realise that a figure was standing next to the bed, instead of lying next to me in it. Noah was peacefully sleeping still, turned away from me now, his back touching mine, but Oli was moving about. I reached out for him, making him jump a little when I touched his leg as he was stood next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, careful not to wake Noah as well. Oli hesitated, then sat back down on the bed, leaning down to me so I could hear him.

“I was gonna go back to my room.”

“Why?”

I couldn’t see his eyes in the dark. I couldn’t read his face or make out his expression and it left me at a disadvantage.

“Didn’t wanna…”

He never finished the sentence. I allowed myself to softly stroke along his temple, cupping his cheek, enticing him to come back. It worked, without any words, although I still sensed some hesitation as he laid back down, my touch never leaving him.

“What’s up with you?” I asked, knowing fully well his mind was so loud that he probably wouldn’t be able to find the words right then and there. “All good flirting with me and teasing me all day, but scared of a little intimacy?”

I didn’t want to call him out, but we both knew I wasn’t entirely wrong.

“‘M not scared of anything,” he mumbled, stubborn and pouting. But he allowed me to envelop him in another hug, before I pushed at his shoulder so he would turn away from me. I knew he didn’t like being vulnerable. But sometimes he, too, needed to be the little spoon.

•••

What was meant to be a morning of sleeping in was cruelly interrupted by incessant banging on my door. As it turned out, while me and Bring Me did indeed have a late start, Noah was wanted much earlier but had successfully put his phone on silent last night after texting Nick he was having a movie night with us. At least it meant that they knew which room to disturb when they realised he hadn't returned to bed that morning.

Noah was already halfway up by the time I'd opened the door to Nick, but Oli only lifted his head for a moment, decided none of it was his problem and continued snoozing. I made quick work of ushering a sleepy, absolutely adorable looking Noah out the door. He paused, though, in the middle of the door frame, turning back to me. For a moment, we simply stared at each other, my heart going double time just from being subjected to the way he was studying every inch of my face and I was wondering, no, hoping he would kiss me, but the moment passed and Nick was shouting for him and he was down the hall before I fully realised.

Stumbling back into bed, I immediately moved under the covers, more than willing to make the best out of our late start and get some more rest. Oli, lying on his back, pulled me onto him, using me as his personal blanket, and I didn’t resist. It seemed like his securities shone a little less brightly in the approaching daylight. I melted into him, his warmth, the comfort he was providing.

“Are you happy?”

The question, uttered so softly I barely had it, caught me completely off guard. I tired lifting my head to look at Oli, but the position made it almost impossible and the way his arms held me didn’t help.

“That’s a bit of a loaded question,” I mumbled, not quite sure yet how to answer.

“Are you happy on this tour?” he rectified. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just dragging you places, again and again, like taking you on this tour and putting you in situations-”

I sat up so abruptly that Oli had no chance to keep me down anymore. But the last thing I wanted was him overthinking like this, the way I knew he could sometimes until it took him straight into the abyss, and I needed to look at him to make sure he would believe me.

“Oliver Scott Sykes, I’m very happy on this tour. I’m very happy whenever you drag me places and put me in situations. Last year was fucking bullshit and you know that but now it’s only January and I’m here, with you, being on tour like you know I love. I’m still finding myself and I don’t know where I’m going in life, but believe me. I’m happy.”

Oli sat up, his arms once again wound around my middle, keeping me in his lap, and this time I was sure he was going to kiss me, this was it, this was the moment, this was what I’d been dreaming of and thinking about for longer than I’d ever admit to him, I’d finally get him to myself, I’d finally know what his lips felt like on mine. He pushed my hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes so deeply I felt more naked than I ever could by being undressed. My breath hitched as his was hitting my face, he was so close.

My phone rang.

Oli let out the most miserable groan I’d ever heard as he let go of me, letting himself fall onto the mattress again. I couldn’t blame him. I very much felt like screaming at whoever was at the other end of that phone call. Unfortunately, it turned out to be Lia, which ruled out homicide.

“To what the fuck do I owe the pleasure?”

“Did I catch you at a bad time? Where are you?”

“Sitting on Oli,” I said before my brain could catch up with my mouth. Oli started shaking with laughter underneath me as Lia shrieked.

“And you’re answering the phone! What is wrong with you, girl!”

“Not like that,” I sighed, knowing fully well that I wasn’t going to convince her right now. “But let’s talk about why you called in the first place.”

“Right! The Manchester gig is tomorrow, isn’t it? Well, you could already guess I was going to take you out afterwards because there’s no way you’re passing through my city and not having shots with me, but also I just got confirmation that I can clock out early tomorrow so you better get me that backstage pass so we can hang.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear a little, looking down at Oli who still looked so, so delectable under me. “Backstage pass for Lia?”

“Always,” he immediately agreed. They’d known each other for years now, thanks to me, and he knew how important she was to me. Getting her a pass was probably one of the easier feats.

“Sorted,” I confirmed.

“Hell yes! Hide yo’ boys, I’m coming tomorrow!”

“Lia, you’re a married lesbain.”

“I’m not saying hide them because I’m gonna hit on them. I’m saying hide them because I will bother them with questions as to why neither has fucked you yet. Assuming you’d tell me if one of them had. Because you better. Anyway, took a double shift to get off early tomorrow so I gotta head back to work, love you, go back to pouncing Oli!”

I echoed her sentiment - the one about love, not the one about Oli -, before hanging up and chucking the phone back on the nightstand. I would have loved to stay like this a little longer. Having Oli underneath me truly was a sight to behold. But I’d seen the time and I knew we should be getting ready sooner rather than later.

“Alright loverboy, time for the day to start,” I said. Then, unable to keep myself from saying it out loud, I added, “We’ll revisit this another time.”

When I moved away to climb off him, I made sure to drag myself over his crotch with just enough pressure to underline the sentiment.

•••

Oli, for once, had assured me that he wouldn't actually need me to run for anything for a while so I did my next favourite thing apart from waiting hand and foot on him and walked out on the floor of the arena to watch Bring Me soundcheck. There was something magical about getting to see hints of the show before it actually happened. The technical side of it never failed to amaze me - figuring out how the band would sound their absolute best, tweaking every little detail for the optimal experience wherever the audience would hear it from, fixing all the little errors in communication with the artists, until it came together to an awe-inspiring show of the highest class.

Plus, there was something quite adorable about watching the band play without all their usual stage antics, wrapped in comfortable hoodies, a beanie with little pompoms on Oli's head.

Walking around the floor, it obviously didn't take long to get spotted as Becky, one of the sound techs, waved me over.

“Looking good, I dig the crop top!”

Looking down at myself, I double checked the outfit I had chosen for the day. It was one of the many options Oli had provided me with, a soft lacey top that showed a little of my midriff, a few buttons along the middle of it, paired with some dark trousers that had been adorned with a number of studs. I had also finally unpacked my make-up bag. The winged eyeliner wasn’t a major success but I figured no one would notice in the low light and I’d taken a plunge trying on a dark red lipstick I’d been carrying around with me for months but never used. Noah had given me a low whistle as I walked past earlier which had eased my nerves about it all potentially being too much.

“Thought I’d take some inspiration from you,” I grinned, motioning at her own outfit which was, once again, absolutely fabulous.

She waved me closer still until I could lean over the barrier and see what she was doing. “Want to see what makes the show really, really good?”

I nodded, eager to find out more after she’d bombarded me with a phletora of information last time. It turned out, listening to her explain her craft while the venue was blissfully empty and quiet apart from a few shouts here and there and the band arguing about something on stage was much easier and more enjoyable. By the end of her little presentation, I was pretty sure I was loving this just as much as she did.

“So what about you, you work on this tour too, right? With Oli?”

“Official title is personal assistant, but I think mainly he just likes to see me running around for his amusement.”

“Is that something you enjoy?” Becky looked a little thoughtful.

“I mean, I love being on tour. It’s one of my favourite things in the world. I get so restless when I’m just at home for too long. But… it’s barely sustainable at the moment.” I couldn’t tell why I was being so honest. There was simply something in her face that made you want to confide in her, tell her all about yourself, and I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, overall, or not, but I didn’t stop myself. In all honestly, it felt good to say it out loud. “I’ve been doing odd jobs on tour for the past… ten years now. Little unqualified jobs in between when I can’t get away. But it’s not really going anywhere.”

“What kind of jobs do you do on tour?” The fact that she posed follow-up questions simply had me word-vomiting a little more.

“Assisting, mainly. I’ve done some merch in the past, too. Worked as a stagehand sometimes. But, you know, nothing qualified. Nothing that pays all that well. I thought I’d move up from assisting tour manager to the actual tour manager at some point, but it’s not really happening. There’s always someone else first, someone with more experience or a degree or a better friend to someone in charge. So yeah, approaching the big 30 with no plan!”

There was a moment of silence between us.

“Oh god, sorry, I’ve just dumped all of this on you and we barely know each other.”

But Becky’s smile reassured me immediately. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve been in your situation, when I was younger. Took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it. But if you-”

Our conversation was abruptly cut short by another sound tech who desperately needed her help with one thing or other. I turned back toward the stage, watching the guys do what they loved, following their passion, honing their talents, and I wondered if I’d find that place for myself, too.

Then Oli waved, enthusiastically, and grabbed his crotch in the most irritating way and I laughed so hard I briefly forgot about my worries.

•••

“You know when you’re on the verge of getting ill and it’s basically a single night’s sleep that decides whether you wake up completely fine or with the plague?”

Turning toward the voice that was obviously talking to me, I found Matt, Bad Omen’s tour manager (as far as I was aware?), looking over at the band as they got ready for the show in a few minutes with a worrisome expression on his face. I immediately knew he was talking about Noah. He did seem a little worse for wear today. Was it still the jet lag? Had he caught some sort of virus? There was no way to know for sure but, like Matt said, it seemed like he was on the edge of getting better or something worse.

“He definitely needs some rest. Do you have an early bus call tomorrow?”

“It’s not too bad. It’s only a two-hour drive to Manchester.”

Both of us looked at the singer, lost in our own thoughts.

“Maybe he shouldn’t do Antivist tonight. Get an early night.”

Matt laughed a slightly hollow laugh. “If you manage to convince him, I owe you.”

I was surely going to try, I decided.

Matt disappeared right around the time Bad Omens took the stage, but I stuck around. I’d seen their set the first night, from the sound desk, but watching it from the side of the stage was entirely different. Something about being completely hidden from the view of the audience while being so close to the band itself, able to see all their little quirks and facial expressions was simply something I couldn't miss while on tour.

The band was about to transition from Artificial Suicide into Like a Villain, when I felt an arm being slung over my shoulders. I didn’t even need to fully turn to Oli to see he was in a great mood. Being with Oli could be a mixed bag, his mood unpredictable at times, darkness always looming around the corner even when he was in a good place and working hard to stay there. So when he was as ecstatic about nothing in particular, I accepted it without question.

“They’re so fucking good,” he remarked almost jumping in place with excitement at watching Bad Omens play, silently mumbling the lyrics along with Noah. “So fucking glad we took them on tour.”

“Me too,” I said. For a number of reasons. But them being an absolutely mind-blowing opener was easily one of them.

Oli moved along to the music, awkwardly pulling me with him without any particular plan to it. It shouldn’t have been surprised when his hand, arm still resting on my shoulders, accidentally brushed against my boob.

I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath my top.

He immediately halted his movements, acutely aware of what had just happened and, holding his hand slightly away from my body, just to make sure.

“Sorry, love.”

“It’s okay.”

He looked at me for the length of a heartbeat.

“Is that an ‘it’s okay’ as in you forgive me or as in ‘I don’t mind’?”

We both knew what I was going to say before I did.

“I don’t mind.”

When given explicit permission, Oli wasn’t shy. Turning back toward the stage, he seemed every bit the innocent onlooker, simply preoccupied with the live music currently being played, but his hands gave him away. Manoeuvring me to stand at a slightly different angle, he seemed to make sure that neither the audience nor anyone walking past backstage would see, before moving his hand back to where it had been before, only with a clearer intent this time around.

His hand deftly grabbed onto my boob, making me gasp quietly at the surprise, cupping the flesh, feeling along the edges.

“No bra?” he whispered in my ear, which alone would have been enough to make the hairs on my whole body stand up. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, the feeling of his hand on me in such an intimate place with barely any fabric in between much too intense.

Changing his approach with the information that was now available to him, Oli let his fingers trail over me, softly, but finding my hardening nipple easily. He chuckled, amused, as he started flicking it, then rubbing against it softly. I was fighting a loosing battle trying to keep quiet. The fire in my belly was igniting, my back was arching ever so slightly, pushing myself into his grasp a little more. He replied by subjecting me to even more excruciating treatment. When he pinched my nipple between his fingers, my knees actually buckled. I couldn’t hold back the moan, either.

“Sensitive, doll? Very interesting.”

Just like that, he had removed his arm, stepping away from me and leaving me craving his touch. I wanted to be angry, stern at him for putting me in such a position in such a public place but I was sure that when I looked at him, all he could see was lust and silent begging for more.

“Well, this was nice,” he concluded, smiling at me as if nothing at all had just happened, “but I gotta get ready for the show.”

I was left dumbstruck, almost unable to believe he would play me like that, but as I watched him walk away I decided this game was not over.

•••

Convincing Noah to sit out on Antivist for one night and getting him back to the hotel early so he could rest was surprisingly easy. He had successfully given his all to their set, pulling through without letting anyone see how much he was struggling, but the second he stepped off stage, all energy seemed to drop off him, leaving him tired and exhausted. I made short work of getting him out of the arena and into a cab back to the hotel. The rest of the band was staying, they had decided, opting to watch Bring Me and giving Noah some space and quiet.

I allowed him to rest his head on my shoulder in the backseat, softly playing with his hair, watching how he almost fell asleep right then and there. I felt bad for shaking him out of his falling-asleep phase, but I wasn’t going to get him up into his room on my own. Somehow, with my arm around his waist as if it could be any help, we made it through the lobby, up the lift and into the room. He was halfway to the bed, quite obviously ready to simply fall into it, still in his stage clothes, when I stopped him.

“Come on, you can’t sleep like this.”

“Help me out?” Noah asked, so softly and innocently that, even though he was towering over me and could probably bench press me if he tried, I couldn’t help but melt.

Moving his top up, he just about managed to lift his arms as I struggled to get it off him, almost debating climbing onto the bed just for the height advantage, but we made it work. I ignored the way I had to desperately keep my hands to myself, not allowing myself to let my eyes roam over his skin, explore everything I’d been so curious about. Now simply wasn’t the time.

His trousers came down easily and I busied myself with taking off his shoes, getting everything that could possibly be uncomfortable off him and then turning away to chuck his clothes somewhere near his suitcase. I thanked the heavens that he had made it underneath the blanket by the time I faced him again.

Walking over to the bed, I kneeled down next to it, right where his head was, petting his hair once again as he settled, eyes already closing. He was insanely beautiful, I thought. My heart was doing double time just from looking at him. The intensity scared me a little. I leaned forward, aiming to place a kiss into his hair where my lipstick wouldn't leave a mark, completely taken by my feelings.

“You shouldn't get so close to me.”

I pulled back immediately, surprised by his remark. My hand was awkwardly lingering in the air as I tried to understand what was happening.

“No,” he immediately whined, grabbing onto my wrist and putting my hand back on his face where I carefully brushed his cheek. “Not like that. I meant… on an emotional level.”

I tried to hide the lump in my throat, thankful that his eyes had closed fully by now. “Why?”

“Gonna go wrong,” he mumbled, sleep starting to claim him. “Like always.”

My heart broke a little for him. I'd listened to his songs. I knew what he wrote about. Yet, somehow, when it was so personal, his pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn't managed to see so far how deep it went for him. How making out in backstage rooms could be fine. How being sweet and caring could be too much. And yet, it was so glaringly obvious that he craved it.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” I whispered, but he was already fast asleep, chest moving with his calm breathing, a peaceful look on his face despite it all.

I didn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss into his hair before tucking him in a little more, turning the lights off and leaving the room.

•••

I made it back to the arena in record time, catching Bring Me The Horizon waiting to go on stage just before the intro was starting. Oli was getting warmed up, jumping around to prepare himself for the show, but apparently our little meeting earlier hadn’t passed him by unaffected. His stage outfit was always on point - just as his trousers always seemed a little… well, tight, in spaces. Tonight, it seemed to be a little worse than usual.

It was my chance to even the score.

For a moment, I lingered, not hiding the way I was staring at his crotch. It didn’t take long for him to notice, stopping his movements. I let my gaze wander up his body, smirking at him before I, quite obnoxiously, bit my lip and raised my eyebrows, then looking back down. It summoned him immediately.

“Stop that,” he growled. The fact that he was so very much not amused just made this better. He’d been teasing me for days now. It was time for payback.

“Why? It’s pretty… hard to look away, you know.”

My hands reached out, almost managing to touch the belt, but he was quicker, wrapping his fingers around my wrists and holding them tightly. I relished the way it caused a shiver to run through me. I had always enjoyed a dominant man. Almost as much as I enjoyed being a brat in return.

“It’s not exactly helping, love.”

“Does it bother you?” I asked, sounding as innocent as I possibly could, fluttering my eyelashes at him, struggling a little against his restraints. “Knowing that I’m looking at it? Knowing that it turns me on?”

The intro was starting in the background. Oli was getting a little more restless, knowing he didn’t have much time.

“Knowing that I want to touch it?” I once again tried to reach for him, but he held me at bay. “That I want to see what it really looks like?”

He pushed me backward, not caring that I collided slightly with a few boxes, staring me down as if it did anything to me but turn me on more.

“You’re a fucking menace and-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a stagehand put his hand on his shoulder, informing him of his cue. Oli shot me one more look, angry but obviously affected, before removing his grip on my wrists and taking his place, ready to get the show started.

And what a show he was giving. The good mood returned quite easily, the audience was giving back generously, and I figured that the fact that I had riled him up so much wasn’t hurting the performance either. Yet, the problem in his pants persisted and every time he happened to walk in my direction, I was shot an accusatory look, which I only replied to via my hand casually wandering over my chest, brushing against my own breast, just to make it a little worse.

It worked like a charm.

Bring Me barely managed to finish AmEN! when a problem in the crowd became apparent. Oli made quick work of stopping the show, instructing security, telling the crowd to back away a little, to take care of each other, to get some water. An executive decision was made to give everyone a breather, let the audience calm down as the band left the stage. Everyone gathered in the space, huddling together and waiting for a sign to let the show continue, but Oli rushed past everyone.

“Gonna go piss,” he announced before disappearing into the labyrinth of corridors backstage.

I didn’t care if anyone noticed me following him. The loo break was such an obvious lie, I wasn’t surprised in the least when he bolted past the toilets and instead headed straight for his dressing room, banging the door shut behind him. Crossing the rest of the corridor, I silently opened it again, taking care not to let him hear as it closed behind me.

Oli wasn’t in the main room. But there were noises from the adjacent bathroom. Noises that I’d never thought I’d get the chance to hear in person.

He was stood in the walk-in shower, his back to the door, one hand resting on the tiled wall in front of him, head hung low, but even from his angle I could see it. His belt was undone. His fly, too. His trousers opened just enough, the underwear pushed down just a little. His hand on his dick.

Ignoring the way my heart threatened to burst out of my chest, I walked around him, squeezing myself between his body and the wall.

He looked divine. Face red, panting, his whole body tensed up under the pressure of getting some quick relief before he had to go back on stage. Even his cock was fucking beautiful. Hard and thick, a stark contrast to the colourful tattoos all around it. He was already leaking, just a little bit, as his hand continued its motion, even when I slid down the wall and got on my knees.

“Aubrey, fuck, what are you doing, I don't have time for this.”

“I know,” I whisper back, still in awe at the sight in front of me, at eye-level now. I felt like I could almost smell it, was so close to touching it. He didn't slow down his movements for a single moment. But we didn't have time to get into the finer things of this situation. “I'm helping you.”

Looking up at him, making sure his eyes were entirely on me, I started unbuttoning my top, slowly revealing more and more cleavage.

“You can finish here, if you want.”

I knew I didn't sound half as innocent as I meant to, but it didn't matter. He groaned so beautifully, I knew I had made the right call. His hand was moving even faster now, desperately chasing his release, towering over me with that raw energy. I wanted to be part of it when he let it run wild.

My top was almost entirely unbuttoned, the curve of my tits on display, heaving roughly with my own quickened breath. I played with the fabric, abandoning the plan of opening the top up all the way and instead moved it so that my nipple peeked out, allowing me to play with it a little, just to give him more of a show.

It proved to be enough. With the most primal noise I had ever heard Oli make - and that included his music -, he came, straight onto my chest, until there was nothing left in him. He almost slumped over. Impressively enough, his aim was immaculate. No traces on my clothes. I let him rest for a moment, not doing anything but indulging in getting to watch him in this state.

“You're a fucking menace,” he repeated with a sigh, still mad, but there was less bite behind it. I didn't reply. I simply watched as he tucked himself back in, fixed his outfit and stood back up properly. Without giving me any more attention, he turned around to walk out of the room. Only, predictably, he couldn't stop himself from looking back one more time. I made sure it was the exact moment I scooped up some of what he had left behind on my skin and licked it up.

The game wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

#Noah Sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian #Oli Sykes fic #Oli Sykes #Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The Hercules to my Meg ♤

Jason Todd x reader

A/N: How's it going? This is my first piece for Jason! I hope I did him justice lmao I love Jason and the Hercules movie, so I had to write something about this!

Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: mentions of murder, spoilers for Hercules I guess???, disgustingly sweet

Word count: 1k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"Are you ready, babe?" Jason's voice cut through his apartment. It was a Friday night, and you had decided against going out with his siblings. Instead, you wanted to have a cozy movie night! And because it's you and Jason, movie nights always had a theme. Today's theme was greek mythology. Maybe a little complicated for a movie night, but you two made due. The rules were simple: both of you picked a movie according to the theme and decided via rock, paper, scissors.

The winner got their movie played and the softer blanket. The choices today were Hercules and Percy Jackson: the lighting thief. You'd obviously picked out Hercules. As action-filled and enjoyable as Percy Jackson was, there was no beating the colorful and entertainingly inaccurate world that was Hercules.

"I can't believe you've never watched Hercules. It's my favorite Disney movie!" You exclaimed, plopping down next to your lover on the couch. Bowl of snacks in hand, you swung your legs over his lap  and pulled the blanket around you. Jason chuckled. "Well, I'm watching it now, aren't I? I'm fulfilling my 'boyfriend of the year' duties, you know?" He joked, a grin on his face. You playfully rolled your eyes.

"First of all, you're just saying that because you lost rock, paper, scissors, again and second of all, you'll always be boyfriend of the year, no matter what." you grinned, leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. Jason hummed in satisfaction. "You flatter me, baby." He responded, a teasing tone to his voice. "What can I say, I aim to please." You popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

Jason gently caressed your thigh under the blanket. He did that quiet often, absent mindedly tracing patterns on your skin. It grounded him, that he knew that you were right here with him. You pressed play and excitedly watched the TV. Continuing to enjoy your snack, you slightly moved your foot along with the music. It wasn't your fault that the muses belted out incredible bangers.

A smile tugged on Jason's lips. He turned his head and looked at you; eyes wide with joy, your soft lips pulled into a beautiful smile. It tugged at his heart strings, to see you so happy over such a simple thing. He admired that about you. No matter the circumstance, you always found something fun in it. Something you enjoyed. He faced the screen again and watched the movie. He wanted to know if the hype you gave it was worth it.

You laughed, giggled and occasionally ranted about some of the many inaccuracies. At some point, you'd changed your position and were now cuddled up to Jason's side, feeding him popcorn. He seemed to enjoy the movie as well, letting out those absolutely beautiful laughs of his. He was very invested too; he threatened to trash the TV if Meg didn't get her soul back. You had to hold him back with your entire body weight and then trapped him in the blanket. The TV was safe.

The credits rolled, and you set the now empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slightly turned to Jason. "So.. what do you think?" You asked, curious of his answer.

"Probably one of the best movies I've ever watched, to be honest." he laughed. You grew excited. "Yes! I knew you'd like it. Who's your favorite character?" You questioned, beaming with excitment. His heart melted at your passion for this movie. You looked so cute with that sparkle in your eyes. He pondered for a moment.

"I mean, Hades was phenomenal, but... It has to be Pegasus. What about you, sweetheart?" He said with a soft look in his face."Pegasus is great. Mine's Meg, obviously! She's a badass."

Jason hummed at your statement, letting his fingers trail up and down your arm. You two sat in a comfortable silence for a while, letting the names in the credits run over the screen. "You know, you remind me a lot of Hercules." You said. Jason turned towards you. "How so?"

"A. Huge Himbo," Jason gave you an unimpressed look with a smirk tugging at his lips,"B. You're kind and soft with a tough looking exterior, just like he is. You don't just look tough, you are, but you also help people in need and you've got a big heart." You said softly, placing a hand on his chest with a smile. He returned an equally as soft smile and wrapped his large hand around the one you had positioned on his chest.

"If you think so, will you be my Meg?" He smirked. You laughed and threw your head back. You looked so pretty like this, Jason thought. "Sure, as long as it's the movie Meg and not the myth Meg because... yikes." You responded. His brows furrowed and he tilted his head in confusion.

"Why? What's so wrong with myth Meg?" He questioned. You sucked in a breath. "Well... You'd end up murdering me and our children. You pissed off a witch and she put a spell on you which made you go on a homicidal rampage against your will." You mumbled. His eyes widened and he slightly slacked against the couch. "Damn..." he breathed out. You giggled. "Yeah... but that's greek mythology for you, baby." You sighed. He turned to you with still furrowed brows. "And you like this stuff?"

"Not the murder part, obviously!"

He chuckled and pulled you into his lap, hands on your waist. "Can we be a different couple from greek mythology? A happy one, perhaps?" He questioned with a grin. "Sorry to break it to you, Honey, but there is no such thing as happy couples in greek mythology." You laughed. A frown formed on his face.

"We better just stick to Herc and Meg, huh? Movie version, of course." He chuckled. Jason smiled and pulled you closer by your waist. "Yeah... we should." You smiled, lightly brushing your nose against his. "I love you, Wonder boy." You breathed out, a teasing tone to your voice. "I love you too, Megnut." He teased right back and pulled you into a soft and passionate kiss. You pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling away, you two broke into one last fit of giggles and laughter. The movie night had concluded, and it had been a wonderful evening once again.

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#bumblebeesfromvenus #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason peter todd #jason todd #jason my beloved #red hood x reader #red hood #red hood x you #hercules

[frenshushutoast]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request mingyu as your boyfriend. i read seungcheol and i loved and enjoyed it so much!! 🩷🩷

notes: hi anon!! of course i can make one <3 and thank u for loving my work :] (and giving me an opportunity to be delusional about mingyu) as always, feel free to request (it says on my pinned posts if requests are open or not ^^)

mingyu as your boyfriend

let's get this out of the way: mingyu is a back-hugger. he will take any opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and either bury his face in your neck or rest his chin on top of your head, swaying you both from side to side.

when you have a bruise or get hurt in any way he makes sure he treats you so, so gently– kissing you gently on top of it and bandaging it slowly. he also speaks to you in a softer voice and clings to you for the rest of the day, hating seeing his baby hurt.

everything he does to you he does so so carefully. he makes sure he's extra precise when cooking with you, and makes sure he doesn't drop you whenever you jump onto his back for a piggy back ride. he just loves taking care of you and treating you as softly as possible.

he is a giant puppy. he will lay on top of you and pout when you don't give him attention. he will give you the Puppy Dog Eyes™. he will whine and pretend to be mad at you, crossed arms and all (that's only until you hug him and call him baby in an extra sweet voice, to which he melts and immediately gives you the biggest, goofiest smile).

takes the best candid photos of you, and even has a whole photo album of you in intimate moments– sleeping while cuddled into him, laughing particularly hard at a joke he told, completely absorbed in a movie the two of you were watching. he loves capturing moments of you and looking back at them.

secretly loves when you take care of him. when you ruffle his hair and let him be the small spoon and hold him when he's had a particularly difficult day. he loves taking care of you but he holds the moments when you take care of him so close to his heart, getting extra soft and only letting himself be held, whispering to you how much he loves and appreciates you.

he always has the fondest expression on his face whenever he looks at you and the members tease him relentlessly for it. he practically has stars in his eyes watching you do the most mundane things, sighing wistfully and everything.

when you two are kissing, sometimes you'll have to break the kiss because he's grinning too wide. and then you're grinning too wide. and now you're both just staring at each other with the giddiest looks on your faces.

cooks for you and insists you feed each other even when you whine about how cheesy it is.

you tell him how much you love his little fangs one time and how he just randomly bites you (gently) no matter what you're doing.

late night drives. he has the absolute best playlist playing and intertwines your fingers together as he drives, both of you telling each other about your days in extra soft voices.

absolutely loves it when you wear his clothes, he gets extra clingy with you. bonus points if you end up smelling like him.

does the smallest things for you that makes your heart soar–putting your jewelry on you when you get ready, tying your shoelaces whenever he sees them untied, brushing your hair whenever you ask. is it an excuse to be close to you? yes. do you both love it all the same? yes.

#seventeen scenarios #svt writers #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu headcanons #frenshushutoast writes #frenshushutoast requests

[xo-cod]

141 with a gf who is feeling all sick and icky and just needs to be extra tacked care of💞💞💞

-someone of is feeling all sick and icky

i'm sorry i hope you feel better soon babe, if its any consolation i feel the same way 😩🤍

price: "don't worry honey, i've got you" husband material™ !!! you're sick?? captain price to the rescue. he's the type to check your temp, fluff your pillows, bring more blankets, feed you food. even if you can't describe what you're feeling, he's there helping you through it. tucks you up nicely in a big fluffy blanket and holds you in his big arms, kissing your cheeks. he knows exactly how to help you, he's got the experience to back it up. will coo and tease you very lightly in order to see that pretty smile on your face otherwise you're mostly just bundled in his arms with him as you watch whatever on tv, his warm hand gently stroking your skin <3

ghost: "c'mere sweetheart" the softness in him practically excludes out from him when he sees you this way, lowkey gets very anxious when you're sick. but calms down when he knows it'll pass. he's immediately massaging any knots in your body, holding you close to his body for warmth and comfort. doesn't care if he gets sick, you are his main priority always. will cuddle with you close, whispering gentle words in your ears as he caresses your skin. even if you don't want to say anything, he'll sit with you in comfortable silence and hold you close until you're ready to speak <3

gaz: "how you feeling, beautiful?" the most doting ever, bless his heart <33 instantly googling up remedies and soups to try and get you better. but he definitely understands when you're having one of those days and you just need some tlc. both of you snuggled under the covers, your head against his chest while he strokes your hair tenderly. whispering the most sweetest words in your ears as you nod off. his only concern is you, whatever you need he's already getting it for you <3

soap: "my poor little lass, how you feeling?" laughter is the best medicine so if you're feeling up for it, he's cracking all sorts of jokes to help you feel better. but if not, he'll cuddle you close with his warm hand stroking your back while you both laze on the couch watching movies. it melts his heart to see you in this way and he can't help but pepper soft kisses around your face, cuddling you close. absolutely nothing could take him away from this moment with you. even when you're sick, you're still the most beautiful to him ever <3

#asks #the way my brain froze writing this LMAOOO #my bad ☠ #simon riley #cod mwii #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #141 x reader

[echo-rambles]

yours to keep

words: 1,728 tags: bang chan x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, kissing, attempt at humor. mentions of marriage. vague adhd!reader. notes: this is filled with nothing but fluff. tooth rotting fluff almost. I was feeling so incredibly soft for chan and I just had to get this out of my system. also the movie playing in the bg is absolutely kiki's delivery service.

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You’ve refreshed the same three social media apps at least four different times each, falling into an incredibly boring spiral of doom scrolling, before you remember that if you’re bored enough you always have a boyfriend you can bother. It’s one of your favorite activities actually. Because he’s such a good sport about it. 

Shifting closer to him on the couch, you perch your chin on his shoulder, pressing close. He immediately leans into your touch, making a small little noise at your proximity. It makes your heart melt a little. 

For a few moments you silently watch him work. Clicking about on his laptop, pulling up various recording and editing programs, adding in and taking out bits of audio. You wonder what the track sounds like, but Chan has his big headphones secured to his head, so all you can do right now is imagine. 

It’s not completely silent. There’s a Studio Ghibli movie playing in the background that neither of you are watching, volume low enough to be nothing but white noise because you kind of extremely hate when there’s long stretches of absolutely no noise. It’s this weird thing your brain does; where it sort of feels all fuzzy and prickly if things are quiet for too long. 

Gently, you push one side of his headphones away from the ear closest to you. “Baby.” 

Chan hums in acknowledgement, but his attention is still focused entirely on his laptop. 

You’d be more annoyed if you weren’t so used to it by now. It’s kind of his job to be attached to it any second of the day that he’s not either preparing to perform or actively performing. Besides, you’re both sitting together and quietly enjoying each other's company while doing your own things and it’s kind of perfect. Except the thing you were working on has steadily lost your attention and now you want to ask your boyfriend a very important question. 

“On a scale of 1-10, how busy are you?” That’s not the question. It’s one of many lead up questions to accurately gauge how invested Chan is in his current project and how easy it will be to distract him. 

Another hum, and you watch his cursor rifle around in several different lists and menus. “Maybe a 6.7? Even 6 if I can find the specific snare I’m looking for in the next few minutes.” 

Below a 7 is promising. “So you can totally pause what you’re doing and give me like, five minutes?” 

Chan clicks around some more, and you recognize a little bit of what he’s doing. Going through the process of saving his progress before shutting his laptop entirely. “Actually, I can give you ten minutes.”

“You’re so generous.” You absolutely take that as your cue to crawl into his lap, taking the place of his computer as he places it somewhere safe off to the side. 

“I think I’ve been staring at the screen too long, my eyes are starting to rebel.” He groans, tipping his head back and scrubbing his palms over his face. 

Of course you still have that very important question to ask him, but he looks so soft and touchable and you really can’t help yourself. Moving his hands away, you lean in, pressing kisses to both of his cheeks, under each eye. To the tip of his nose, and even kissing his dimple when you feel him smile under your mouth. Using your hands to tilt his face, you kiss each side of his jaw. You move back up, placing a kiss to the curve of his forehead. 

Finally, finally, you kiss his mouth. He’s still smiling, but he kisses back happily. 

“Feel better?” 

He nods, eyes still closed. “I think your kisses might be magic.”

“Oh, they absolutely are.” You kiss him again simply because you can. It’s the sort of kiss that makes your bones all liquid and warm. A kiss you can feel in the roots of your teeth and the hinges of your jaw. It makes your stomach flutter, filled to the brim with colorful wings. 

It’s the type of kiss that almost makes you forget the question you wanted to ask him. 

“I actually have a very important question for you.” You declare, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders to try and keep him at arm's length. Lest you be drawn back into that mouth of his. 

Blinking up at you, breathing heavily and gaze a little dizzy, Chan nods. He mirrors the gesture, anchoring his hands at your hips. “Lay it on me, boss.” 

Settling into his lap, you try to ignore how stupidly wrecked he looks. You want to dive back in so badly, but you must stay strong, soldier. 

“If, for some unknown reason, you had to leave me to be with someone else, who would you choose?” 

That, at least, seems to sober him. Instead of looking soft and kiss-drunk, he comes back to himself, the gears behind his eyes starting to turn and grind together as he processes your insane question. 

You like to ask him things like this from time to time. Completely unprompted but thought provoking questions, because they really do feel important. You like to know these things. Not in a paranoid jealous sort of way. It’s all genuine curiosity. You just like to know.

“What kind of question is that? I don’t know. I can’t say I’ve ever thought about leaving you, or being with anyone else.” 

“That is the sweetest sentiment and I need you to know I’m feeling very warm and mushy over it, but it’s also incredibly boring.” 

“Wow, ok. I don’t know! Who would you choose?” He tries to throw the question back at you, but you’re ready. Of course you are; why would you even ask the question without having an answer of your own? 

“Changbin.”

It makes Chan laugh. It knocks its way out of him, causing him to lean to the side just a little bit with the force of it. “No hesitation!”

“No hesitation needed. He’s Seo Changbin.” 

Chan is still laughing. Little giggles as he nods along to your declaration. His fingers press into your waist, slipping between the hem of your shirt and your sweatpants, skin seeking skin. 

He didn’t ask for an explanation, but you have one. Because of course you do. “He’s the type of guy who would probably introduce himself as my boyfriend. Like, he’s the famous one, but I’m not his girlfriend. He’s my boyfriend. Does that make sense?”

“I hate to agree, but it absolutely does.”

“Right! Unfortunately I’m stuck with you.” You ignore his breathy wow, drawn out as he tries his best to not laugh again. “Because you’re the only person who plays into my jokes in the exact way that I enjoy.” 

You make sure to punctuate your explanation with a pout and shrug, truly playing into being overdramatic. Teasing him because it’s fun and easy and all he really does is smile so wide at you. The things you would do for that smile. 

He leans forward, close enough to place a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before he’s settling back into his seat. “Aw, I love you too.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m stupidly in love with you. It’s whatever.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Though,” You start, thoughtfully. “If I had to choose someone to get drunk married to in Vegas, I’d 100% no questions asked, pick Lino.”

Chan leans forward once again, into your space. The tilt of his brow and the line of his mouth spell out genuine concern, and it makes your insides twist up for the briefest of seconds. “Wait, what? Not me? But babe, I want to drunk marry you in Vegas so bad.” 

Ok, that makes you laugh. The weird little guilty knot immediately dissolves at his incredulous tone. “Absolutely not! We’re never getting drunk married in Vegas by some celebrity impersonator. Are you crazy?”

Well now he’s frowning. It makes you want to wrap him up in your arms and never let him go. Tuck him away safely in a spot behind your ribs, where no one can get to him and nothing can hurt him.

You’re smaller than him, not only because you’re shorter by a good few inches, but also in sheer mass and bulk. But you’d try your best. It’s probably a little morbid, and he’d absolutely give you a look if you ever mentioned it out loud. But it’s true nonetheless. 

You’d crack yourself open and rearrange everything if it meant you could fit him perfectly in the space next to your heart. 

Cradling his face in your hands, you make sure that he’s listening, tipping your head to meet his eyes and smoothing your thumb along the swell of his bottom lip. “We’d get sober married, on a beach or something, by one of our very good friends that got their license online!” 

Without missing a beat, Chan is nodding. “Seungmin.” 

“No question. He’d show up with a print out certificate from Ordained.com that he managed to get the night before.”

Chan’s eyes disappear as he laughs, and you press both of your thumbs into the apples of his cheeks as his smile transforms his face. There’s always something about the way Chan smiles that is contagious. Without fail you can’t help but smile too, scrunching up your nose and feeling your heart overflow with love. 

The things you would do for that smile. 

“Hold on. Did you just propose to me?” Chan asks, once his laughter has trickled off into intermittent giggling. You’re still holding his face, and his fingers have fully migrated up under your top to spread out along our back. 

You scoff, shaking your head. “No. We’re too young and you’re too busy for us to be married. Hell no. If anything I pre-proposed to you.”

“Aw, well I accept.”

“Good. We’d have a problem if you didn’t.” 

It’s his turn to pull you into a kiss. Both of your smiles pressing against each other. 

The credits of the movie neither of you were watching have started rolling, the familiar music washing over the both of you, and you could really spend the rest of the night here with him. The rest of the weekend. Maybe even the rest of your lives, some day.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #echo writes #most of the dialog started out as an idea for a text conversation #title is from some song I heard on spotify but forgot to save #adhd!reader mentions are Incredibly sparse #and only really noticeable if you squint #but I thought I'd add it in the tags just in case

[kapposuch]

Domestic!Bad Batch x reader (headcannons)

Warnings: Absolutely none! just utter fluff!

I love these kids, I've adored them since I laid eyes on them and god I want the best for these sweethearts. It's been a long time since I've done anything like this, so if you have constructive criticism for me, please lay it on me! I'd really appreciate it!

Here's the bad batch! hope you enjoy

Hunter

He's very much not used to a domestic setting, especially not one he's sharing with you

but god he wants to do right by you and make sure he doesn't mess things up

constantly cleaning up tiny messes he makes, even if it's not a mess. it's as if he doesn't want anyone to know he's even staying with you. it's not like that, he swears! just military habits

"What's with the state of the Marauder then?"

"You think Wrecker can keep things tidy for ten minutes?"

He's an early bird due to his military routine, so he's often up long before you. expect to be tucked in tight with a cup of caf or tea on its way to you when he hears you stir

but sometimes, he just likes to sit in the absolute bliss of freedom. even if it's for a short time before he has another mission with his brothers, he'll relish the contact and hold you close, cradling you like a babe.

moments like this make him feel alive. and it's all he ever wants.

on the rare occasion you wake up first, seeing him sprawled out on one side of the bed, barely covered by your sheets with unkempt hair and a missing bandana makes you melt. an absolute sight to behold, so you'll lay there and take it all in while you have the chance before those unflattering blacks are back on

no matter whats happening, where you are, or what you're doing around your apartment, he will make it his mission to be in your personal space. he wants to make sure nothing happens, and fears the loss if he steps away for just a moment

constant kisses. Hunter relishes in physical touch, and will always place a kiss on your temples, forehead, hands, cheeks, nose, lips, whatever he can reach the fastest. you'll never forget how devoted this man is to you.

even if he's wearing his whole gear and hasn't taken his head piece off yet, he'll delicately bump it to the top of your head if he's got a good enough angle.

he'll melt if you kiss his helmet. maybe he'd consider asking you to put on some lipstick and throw a big ole smooch onto the filter by his cheek so he can take your love with him to battle

"mark my helmet, would you mesh'la? I want to take you with me while I can"

oh no, your heart is missing, where in the galaxies could it have gone?

sweet angel

Wrecker

Where do I even begin?

it won't be the tidiest arrangement by far, but he will always do his best to pick up after himself, even if it's not very often.

arrange a day where you both tidy, with music in the background, and he'll be so gung-ho about helping you clean up! with the occasional dance number during, of course

he'll give you a spin and a dip, and a big ole smooch! very very smily man, god take care of his heart

words of affirmation turn this sweet giant into a puddle of mush, please compliment him

you'll pick up on a few mandoan terms, and will throw them around here and there while you're busy

"Hand me a towel would you, cyar'ika"

"can you grab me that mug from the top shelf, ner cyare?"

his face will light up, eyes well with tears, and he'll scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug, waddle to the couch, and sit with his face buried in your neck, simply repeating the phrases you say in his head. he'd do anything for you to continue getting these sweet words

he's a little bit of an idiot, so sometimes you have to reassure him if you make a joke that he doesn't quite get. you find it endearing, but he worries you think he's not that smart

you can cup his cheek, stare into his eyes, and praise his wonderful mind

movie nights with mantell mix are a staple for this man's date nights. you'll never escape his embrace while watching movies, but you don't mind. he keeps you warm and safe

sleeping arrangements are as such: you're a little spoon. deal with it. he finds it most comfortable, though some nights he'll roll over and will wake up feeling your forehead on his back, and arms wrapping as far across his body as possible. he finds it utterly adorable, and loves it just as much as sleeping with you on his chest

as long as you're by his side, so that when you wake, you can share kisses and make a cup of caf together for the day ahead

"Don't know what I did t' deserve ya... But I ain't lettin' go. Don't even think 'bout it, cyare."

Tech

clean. freak.

everything should be where it belongs after its used, and even you yourself have to get used to it if you're going to be accommodating his stay for a little while

of course, you accommodate willingly, to which he will always attempt to thank you for it, in his Tech ways

anything broken? not anymore

acts of service make his wizard brain hum with glee, so whenever you have an issue you'd like help with, he's already chomping at the bit and listing all the things he'll need to fix whatever ailes your mind

sleeping beside this man could not be more of a rollercoaster

sometimes he wants to cuddle up close, but other times he does indeed need his space. you've made a promise to always ask and find out what he's looking for, and this man practically melts like putty in your hands. god you're an angel in disguise for this troubled soul

with cuddle time, he'll place his hands where they're most comfortable. if they land somewhere spicy, it's simply because of his arm positioning. he's definitely a big spoon and absolutely relishes in the fact that he can make you feel safe. he doesn't mind if you're the only person in the galaxy that depends on him for safety, because he wouldn't have it any other way.

other nights when he needs his space, he'll lay beside you, fingers laced with yours, and wait for you to fall asleep comfortably. if you're talking for a little while, he pushes eye contact. it's his way of apologising for the lack of snuggles, which is equally taxing, but he wants to remind you that you are his world

absolutely a tea lover, and would just about pass away if you brought him a mug of leaf juice on a morning

always sneaking peeks at you, out of pure adoration. he thinks he hasn't been caught, but you caught him long ago, oogling at you fresh out of the shower wrapped in a towel

nice try Hun, maybe next time

hes leaving for a mission? he will break his internal rules and make a mess of your bed, filling it with blankets, pillows, and any soft items he can find. if he has a spare set of blacks, or even some clothes you bought for him as a casual wardrobe, he will make sure it smells like him so you've got extra comfort until he gets back

always telling you that he'll be back in -insert approximate date- but will forever promise to do his best to get back earlier

he won't call you call you petnames, but the way he says your name is so endearing. he says it with passion, and it melts your heart

"It won't take long. Around two weeks if all goes to plan, which is extremely unlikely due to the nature of the mission. But I do insist, I'll come back to you soon, y/n."

Echo

this absolute darling boy has been through the lot

Echo is a tough one, considering he isn't to big on making himself at home anywhere. he's pretty cut and run nowadays but for you? god he'll do his best

he keeps relatively tidy, making sure to help out with the dishes if you ask, or if you're looking pretty tired. he doesn't want you to push yourself when he could easily do it himself

he absolutely shoves a sponge on his scomp. do not @ me about this, imagine the glass cleaning efficiency of this man, god

he's a vivid enjoyer of quality time. while he can't exactly 100% convince himself that you find him comfortable enough to lay with or cuddle, he will always do his best to let you sit where you wish

he'll often ask that you sit on his right side, so he can hold you in his arm and rub gentle circles into your hip or waist as he gets comfy

he is a sleep avoider. you know he's got a lot in his head, and always wants to keep busy, which you're usually fine with, but when it's time to sleep, you'll always do your best to ramble him to sleep. god, this sweet man needs someone to consume his thoughts to ward off the nightmares

you're a big spoon most nights. not because Echo doesn't like spooning you, because he does, he absolutely adores it, but most often, Echo needs that sort of safety net. having familiar arms and weight around him will help him doze, and it'll chase away the bad thoughts clouding his sleep

when you're lil spoon, he will always nuzzle his face into your hair. the smell of your shampoo, and just you in general, is so comforting.

whenever he wakes up in a cold sweat, he feels bad for dampening the sheets, but as you've learned to wake with him in these situations, you always shush him and suggest he take a warm shower while you switch the sheets out for lovely warm ones

echo in a towel. you insist he makes you hot and bothered, and he does believe you every time you say it. he's starting to believe it, and by god you're helping his self esteem more and more each time he stays with you

before he deploys with the batch on a mission, he sits and stares at you, hand cupping your cheek, eyes flickering back and forth between your own

he likes to drink all of you in while he has the chance, and if ever he's thirsty, all he has to do is remember you

you're the last thing he wants to remember if ever he's faced with something anywhere close to Skako again.

"Ner mesh'la... I'll come back for your eyes alone. wait for me, please"

Crosshair

Where to begin?

Nightmare. he can be like having a teen in your home sometimes. snarky comments and sarcasm up the wazoo, but each one of them threatens to get you riled up

he's not the cleanest, but he will keep things in order a majority of the time, helping out with moving things and taking the bins out whenever you need, just so he can keep tabs on you

sharp shooters have sharp eyes, and his are trained like a hawk on you

he isn't the most affectionate, mostly expressing his love to you through teasing and sarcasm.

he likes commenting on your height, or making remarks on your handiwork with whatever you might be doing, though he never intends to be rude about it

sometimes when he's had an iffy day, or he's out of sorts, he'll wander up behind you and snake his arms around your waist, before he nose dives into your neck

he never does much without your explicit consent, but does cast glances often

let's face it. he does not care about what he's wearing around you. including nothing

"Cross- can you please at least put your briefs on?"

"Can you please keep your eyes off me? Cyar'ika, I thought you knew better."

sleeping goes as follows; if you want to spoon, he'll spoon, and hug you close in his sleep

if you want to lay on your back, your chest becomes free real estate.

oh, those are some comfy looking pillows you have there. big, small, or nothing at all, it's a pillow, and it's his

head on chest, hand on waist, absolute KO. he is not waking up

Cross, on the odd occasion, can feel vulnerable around you. when he's away from his work, he'll talk to you about some of the things that happened, and he knows you'll listen to every word, which he can't express his appreciation for

while you're not allowed to touch his rifle, he'll let you sit by him while he cleans it. in fact, he'll appreciate the company. he always does

"I'm off, cyare. Behave while I'm gone, and we won't have problems."

What a tease

#the bad batch #tbb x reader #bad batch x you #the clone wars #fluff #headcannons #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader

[upside-garden-of-dreams]

Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

#writing in dreams #idol imagines #stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #christopher bang x reader #kpop imagines

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could I request rise donnie x masc reader? maybe like comfort headcanons of like first date headcanons? either one is cool, also I hope ur having a nice day!

(also can I be ⭐️ anon?)

certainly!! you've got first dibs my friend ;) May do those comfort headcanons at some point in the future, but for now i hope you enjoy these!!

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ROTTMNT; Donatello / Male!Reader Content Warnings: N/A

Summary; Your first date with the turtle clad in purple.

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If for even a moment you assumed Donatello's perfectionism was limited solely to his inventions, you would be mistaken.

Regardless of who did the asking, Donnie would insist he handles the planning.

That isn't to say he wouldn't take any ideas you had into consideration! naturally he wants this to be a date you enjoy. But the details are his to flesh out.

"I feel like dinner is a little too formal.." "Ahh, yes of course. Very logical conclusion, I wholly agree. Would you excuse me for a second?"

"MICHAEL CANCEL THOSE RESERVATIONS!!"

You settle on a pretty casual outing, kicking things off at a Hidden City cafe to order your favorite beverages.

If you dress up nicely, Donnie's heart would soar. He is absolutely weak for a man with style.

Being the showoff he is, Donnie would be at your arm for the entire public section of this outing. He is holding open doors, hovering you above puddles, and making sure to refer to you as his date every chance he gets.

His demeanor would change a little though when you leave the city, leading into the second part of your date. Since you had asked for something casual, he leads you right back to the lair, where a movie night spread has been prepared.

His confidence sputters out a bit once the two of you are within the privacy of his home, and he seems a bit more fidgety and nervous. He'll repeatedly ask you if you're having a good time-- Is your spot comfy enough? Are you enjoying the movie, did he get the right snacks??

Assure him that you're having a great time, tell him how well he did planning things- It'll make him melt to know you appreciate his efforts.

By the time the film ends, his hand has snuck into yours. He'll try to be very formal when it comes to ending the date, stiff as a board as he's seeing you out of the lair.

"I hope this night has been a.. Satisfactory first chapter in our relationship. Would you like me to escort you home?"

kiss!!!! him!!!!!

"I'd love that, Don."

He's a mess the whole way there, hand still glued to yours until the moment you have to part ways.

#⭐anon #my writing #tmnt fic #tmnt imagines #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #rise donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #donnie x male reader