#[WC: 646]

[rosenclaws]

logan helps you study <3

a/n: full disclosure I'm ovulating and I legitimately can't focus on anything because I keep thinking of Logan and I have a midterm tmr so this is born so I can finally fucking focus. I can't stop looking at pictures of Hugh it is actually driving me insane

wc: 646

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, cockwarming, bent over a table, teasing logan, breast groping/nipple play, reader wears a skirt.

"Lo..." You shift uncomfortably on his lap.

Sweat forming on your brow as your hand shakes. You regret ever asking him for help studying. Though now that you think of it, you never asked for his help.

Logan found you at the dining room table. Eyes straining from looking at your laptop for the last 4 hours of your life. Books open, post its everywhere. You were ready to pull your fucking hair out. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he doesn't try and help his smart girl.

His idea of helping?

Having you sit on his fat cock while you study. Promising you the ride of your life when you're done going through the study guide. He got you to stand up, smacking your ass as you did and sat in your chair.

Unbuckling his jeans with a loud clank and pulled down his pants and boxers in one go. He spread his legs and pat his lap, winking as he stroked his cock. He leaned forward and stuffed his face in your cunt making you gasp.

Your hands gripped the table tightly as pulled your underwear harshly. Watching as your ass shook right in his face. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit roughly as he pulled and pulled until it snapped. You mark that as another pair of underwear Logan has ruined. He tosses the scraps somewhere in the room and grabs your hips to place you on his lap.

He smacked your thighs and smiled as he told you to open up. Notching his cock at your pussy and helping you take all of him until he's all the way inside.

This was so not fair.

"Yeah pretty girl?" Logan plays with the hem of your skirt, a smirk on his face as he feels you move on his lap.

"Don't know how much this is helping..." You mumble. He moves his hips and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"I don't know, seems to be working from here." He grins as he thrusts his hips upwards.

The tip of his cock burying itself deep inside of you. You let out a squeak as his hairy thighs rub against your ass. The grip on your pen gets tighter as you resist the urge to throw your books off the table and beg Logan to fuck you right here.

"Just a few more questions right?" He slips his hands under your shirt. Fingers trailing up and up until he's cupping your bra. Slowly pulling it down until your boobs pop out.

"Finish them and I'll give you everything you want baby." He purrs as his thumbs flick over your nipples.

It's the most tortuous 10 minutes of your life. Writing answers to questions you can't remember. Logan's cock is pulsing inside of you. His hands are meticulously tugging and playing with your nipples. Squeezing your tits in his rough, calloused hands. He's whispering dirty thoughts in your ear, no longer attempting to help you study. Instead growing impatient as you clench around his cock.

Finally you finish the last sentence. Slamming your computer closed and shoving all your books off the table. Logan stands up, shoving you until you're bending over the table. Cock still deep inside of you as he leans over and pins your body to the table with his super human strength.

Logan growls as he sets a harsh but slow pace. Dragging his cock along your tight walls, groaning when they don't seem to want him to leave.

"Pussy wants to keep me deep inside huh?" He chuckles darkly as he slams his hips into you.

"Hope you studied good baby," He buries his face in your neck. Inhaling your scent as he rubs his nose along your neck.

"Because tonight the only thing you're gonna remember is how to scream my name."

[berryyuni]

jake as your boyfriend headcanons

pairing - bf!jake x gn!reader genre - est. relationship, fluff wc - 646 warnings - skinship, pet names, mention of jealousy, kissing

౨ৎ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 ✧˖° ... (library)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jungwon | heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | ni-ki

jake always carries a picture of you in his wallet. he likes the idea of being able to bring you everywhere he goes. it works to his benefit if he's away on tour. whenever he's buying something, the first thing he'll see is your face. a smile grows on his face every time which earns him a stare from the cashier.

jake's locksceen is a picture of either you or the two of you. if he's lucky enough - meaning that if you let him, he'll have a matching lockscreen with you. just to show off that fact that he's taken, he'll purposely turn on his phone just for it to display his lockscreen.

speaking of photos, jake has so so many pictures of you. candid, silly, cute, you name it. he'll most likely have them. he also keeps an album dedicated to you and only you. yeah, he's down bad.

he's very big on having matching jewelry with you specifically rings and bracelets. it makes him feel giddy inside.

he LOVES to spoil you. as much as you tell him to not, he WILL insist so there's really no point in arguing. he's always thinking about you so of course he'll buy you things when he's in another area.

if he's feeling extra romantic, he will by you prada and tiffany & co products (buddy has to stay loyal to his brands)

jake is absolutely head over heels in love with you. you're his pride and joy. his everything and it shows.

he knows every single thing about you and he low-key flexes that to everyone he talks to

adding to that, he mentions you very often and will gush over you.

jake sends you good morning and good night messages. if he forgets, he'll feel so bad about it and you always reassure him that it's okay.

he makes you a playlist of the songs that remind him of your relationship.

jake gets so giggly around you. something about you brings out the inner school boy in him. AND he gets super smiley and giggly whenever you kiss. he's in love.

he's your golden retriever (and babygirl).

jake will stare at you every chance he gets. he could actually stare at you all day if given the chance. because of this, he is able to notice even the slightest change in your appearance.

jake HAS to touch you at least once a day. he's very attached to you. your space = his space.

jake's low-key a jealous man. he doesn't like it when other people show any sign of romantic interest in you. because what do you mean you want my partner? but at the same time he loves it when you get the attention you deserve. he will show you off but remind everyone that you're his.

of course he has nicknames for you. very heavy "my love", "baby", and "princess". and he will get butthurt if you refer to him as his actual name. you have nicknames for a reason so call him by it :)

jake is a big cuddler. he loves having you in his arms and he loves being the little spoon from time to time.

he's a sucker for neck kisses although he is quite ticklish. he also loves to give you neck kisses.

with jake being absolutely whipped for you. your mood heavily influences his mood. when you smile he smiles, when you laugh he laughs, when you're sad he's sad.

princess treatment all the way. his job is to make you happy so he will do anything and literally anything to achieve that.

jake is your designated hype boy. no explanation needed.

jake never raises his voice at you. he's always speaking to you in a soft tone. he's a whole different person when he's with you honestly.

jake dates to marry so a proposal will be coming eventually.

©berryyuni 2024. all work is written by me. do not copy, translate or repost

[iichfilwypj]

why, why, why | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: ANGST (shocking tbh we know it is not gonna last) ღ wc: 646 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 7

He carefully opened the door, trying not to make a sound. As he stepped further into the room, his eyes immediately found her, lying asleep so peacefully. She was curled up in the bed, the blanket draped over only half of her body, and the lamp beside her illuminated her face brightly.

Oh God, this was agony. The worst kind of pain he had ever felt.

She was so close, yet so far away. He knew she didn’t like him; the past few days, she had been distant, pulling away. A part of him, the selfish part, wished it was something else, like her damn period or something like that.

He stared at her; it became more difficult with each passing moment. He approached slowly, avoiding the mattress where he slept on the floor, and sat on the bed beside her waist. 

He thought it was impossible, but up close, she was even more beautiful. 

But she wasn’t his.

He quietly switched off the lamp and glanced at her once more. He couldn’t pull himself away just yet.

He noticed something in her hand, clenched against her side. The moonlight revealed it—a locket. He smiled faintly as he recognized it. He had given it to her a few months ago on her birthday. She had never worn it, and Percy found himself wondering if she didn’t like it.

"I really loved this gift, Percy." Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She was sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She looked at him with bloodshot eyes, and in his gaze, she saw only despair. She frowned. “Are you okay-?”

"Tell me why," he said abruptly, his voice rough and shaking. She looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion and concern. Her hand reached out toward his face, but the moment her fingers came close, he intercepted it and pressed it tightly against his chest. "Why don't you see it? Why don't you feel the same? Why?"

The words hung in the air, raw and desperate. 

She had no idea what to say. Should she apologize for not being able to express her emotions? For closing herself off and distancing from him? For fearing that he wouldn’t love her the way she loved him?

That was no excuse. The boy standing before her looked like he was on the verge of falling apart, like he might shatter if she stayed silent for another second. 

She began to bite her nail, trying to ignore the intensity of his gaze. But she couldn’t for long, as she suddenly felt a gentle hand on her chin, lifting her face so her eyes met his. "Dreamy, I—"

He seemed to be in pain, his eyes filled with an emotion so raw that it made her heart skip a beat. She could see it in the way his brows furrowed, his jaw tightening as if the simple act of speaking was causing him distress. 

He was close to losing it. He wanted to tell her everything inside him. He wanted to say that he liked her –no, that he loved her. That he was in love with her, obsessed, whatever the word was. That he couldn't live without her. 

Percy loved her, deeply loved her, in a way that made her feel whole. But she wanted more.

And she waited, her breath caught in her chest, thinking that in this very moment, the thing she wanted was going to happen.

But instead, she only received an embrace, a soft kiss on her forehead, and a final look from him. He stood there for a moment, his eyes filled with a sorrow she couldn’t quite understand, and then he spoke, his voice quiet, distant. “I’m going to sleep.”

And with those words, he turned away, leaving her in the silence, alone with her own aching heart.

hi :) do i like this? NO I HATE IT NO ME GUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i want them to kiss and love and all that but i don't want to rush it! anyways stay tune ;) ahre ni se si se dice así JAJAJA

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Literally, I'm not gonna tell you what I was doing when I though of this 🫣. But uh, my god, dude. Stick a fork in me cuz I'm super, super done.

C/W ::: Just like, gross lovey dovey shit. Fingering, teasing, um, I don't even think this has language. So yeah. If you hate romantic stuff, mushy stuff, this is not for you.

WC ::: 646

Song Rec

Kafka laid down to your right, next to you on your bed. He thinks it's a lot like you: Warm, soft, and he never wants to leave.

And for the last 45 minutes, he's been kissing your neck so slowly and gently that you feel like you're either going to cum from the tension that has been racking your body or crawl out of your skin.

His right hand has been drawing tiny circles on your belly. His thumb rubs the parts of you that you wished he'd never notice. Never pay attention to.

Still kissing you, he slips his hand just below the elastic on your probably too-casual-for-the-occasion panties. He just looks down at you, locking eyes, and smiles that loving smile that he gives you when he knows something you're not quite privy to.

Your brows furrow, hips jutting upward as a nearly inaudible whine slips from your throat.

But his superhuman hearing caught that and the way your heartbeat increased dramatically as he sought out your wetness. His fingers danced further down with every intention of filling you. But at the last second, he withdrew his destination.

He put his middle finger into your mouth and tipped his chin up at you, silently reminding you that you know exactly what to do right now.

You obliged and let it slip passed your lips, sucking him in. You swirled your tongue around him, tasting yourself. Eyes rolling uncontrollably at how utterly sexy this man is right now and always.

Kafka had a way of making you feel like you were the only thing he needed in this world. The way his eyes dilated as you sucked on him made you feel like the only thing in his world his sights were set on.

His voice was barely a whisper as he asked, "Is this what you want? Is this what you need?"

He knew the answer already, but he loved hearing you say it. You wanted him. You needed him. You were his. He was yours. And right now, all you could focus on was him making you cum with his fingers, his mouth, his dick, or any combination thereof.

And so, he put his middle finger back in your mouth and took his index finger back down to your pussy. He spread your wetness over your clit. Your breath hitching in your throat as you felt his touch getting heavier.

He pressed down on it with a gentle but firm touch, and you melted into his embrace. The feeling of his hands on your body and his breath on your neck made you feel like you were floating.

Your orgasm was coming on quick. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and grip onto him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

With every kiss and stroke, he carried you closer to the edge. Your hips bucked as you felt the pressure building even more inside of you.

Your moans grew louder and louder until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. You came, cursing any deities that were within range of hearing you. And, finally, a sigh. You were left feeling like your body was going to explode from the sheer pleasure of it all.

Kafka held you through it all, his fingers never leaving your clit, until you'd completely released every ounce of energy he'd made your body stockpile.

He held you close and kissed your forehead gently. "You're so … I love you so much."

You knew he meant it. You knew he loved you more than anything else in this world. You just wished you knew why. Why did he choose you? How did you end up with someone who was so perfect for you?

As he lay next to you, Kafka gently nibbled your earlobe and whispered, "I'm never letting go."

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[kwanisms]

[02:00], Vernon, requested by anon

╰┈➤ M2 “don’t act so innocent, i heard you”

summary: your roommate comes home early to find you fantasizing about him in your bedroom.

wc: 646

warnings: adult dialogue, smut, 18+ (minors dni), sexual content: slight voyeurism, vague about protection (it’s not mentioned either way), roommates to lovers *gasp* omg they were roommates

a/n: i felt like this worked really well for a roommate scenario so here you go, nonnie! I hope you like it! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. line breaks made by me. I do not allow reposts or reposts of my works. All my works are © kwanisms

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All he’d planned to do when he came home from practice was grab something to eat and settle down on the sofa and play some video games. It was supposed to be a relaxing evening with no distractions.

So when he came home, shut the front door and dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, he was surprised by the sound of a whimper that resonated through the apartment.

‘Was that Y/N?’ He wondered, dropping his bag off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor before the kitchen island.

He walked past the living room, following the hallway to the bedrooms.

Another whine sounded from your room and Vernon was suddenly worried that you might be hurt which is what pushed him to cross the distance to your door and push it open, taking note that the door was cracked in the first place.

When he peered in, he expected that maybe you were sitting or laying on the bed, nursing some sort of hurt ankle or wrist, maybe even tending to a cut or something.

What he wasn’t expecting was you, lying on your bed with your hands between your legs, head thrown back in pleasure. His face burned in embarrassment as he realized he was spying on you and he pulled back quickly, hoping to shut the door back to where you’d left it but he froze, hand on the doorknob when you spoke.

Well, it was more of a moan, but it was still his name.

‘Fuck,’ he thought. Had you caught him peeping? He’d have to beg for your forgiveness if that was the case. Plead that he didn’t mean to spy, he was just checking in on you.

He’d expected you to call out to him so when you didn’t but merely let out another moan as you played with yourself, he knew he hadn’t been caught,

But you certainly had.

It only took another moan of his name from your lips and Vernon was pushing open the door before he could stop himself.

“You know,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face.

You covered yourself quickly, stammering out an apology, muttering about how you thought he wasn’t going to be home so soon.

Vernon ignored your incoherent mumbles, instead crossed the distance from the door to your bed, moving to kneel on the foot of your bed.

You watched as he slowly approached you, hands settling on your knees.

His eyes never left yours as he calmly and slowly caressed the skin of your legs.

“May I?” He asked softly, waiting for you to give confirmation.

The moment you nodded, your eyes locked on him, there was no going back.

That was an hour ago.

You were now lying on your bed, chest pressed against the mattress and your hips up in the air as your roommate thrust into you from behind, his fingers digging into your skin.

You bit your lips, trying to hold back your moans as your body rocked with each movement of Vernon’s hips.

“Oh come on,” you heard him pant, slowing his thrusts to rolls, burying his cock deep inside you.

“I know you can be louder than that,” he groaned, a smirk on his lips.

“Vernon I—” you tried to explain but in all honesty, there was nothing to explain.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Vernon said, giving you a sharp thrust and making you yelp. “I heard you, Y/N.”

“Vernon—” your words were cut off by a low moan that sounded from the back of your throat as your roommate started to move faster, the sound of his skin hitting yours filling the room but overshadowed by the volume and pitch of your moans.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hold on your hips tightening.

“Let the neighbors hear how good I fuck you.”

[ryleektv]

Lorenzo Berkshire Headcannons

Part 2

Warnings: suggestive content (i think?? i don't remember), language, diving deep into toxic Lorenzo, not proof read

again, don't come after me if you don't agree

WC: 646

• quidditch keeper. practices a pretty normal amount unless he makes some stupid mistake during a game, then you best believe his ass is out there forcing theo to help him practice for the next 3 days

• definitely plays football (soccer 😔✊) and is actually good at it

• thinks he is the shit. this dudes ego is dangerously inflated and someone desperately needs to tell him no, reject him, lead him on, literally anything to humble him because he truly thinks he can just play God

• however i solely believe someone will at some point manage to somehow break his heart and that all will come absolutely crashing down

• ofc that'll only last about 0.02 seconds and then he'll be in his rebound kick and worse than ever but at least there was a small sliver of time when he realized that he is not in fact the shit and he's actually just a hot wannabe frat boy that got semi lucky in life

• also somehow really good with kids?? and obviously that's really attractive but how is he good with kids?? why does it make sense?? 

• gives off the kinda vibe of finding him holding some random baby at a family reunion (fuck knows not his family 😬) and having no clue who's it is but lowkey enjoying the baby snuggles (as he should) 

• will not admit to enjoying the baby snuggles.

• if he wasn't attractive, your mother would hate him, but he also has a major flirt personality and knows damn well he's gorgeous therefore is great at faking the niceties for parents so your mama won't bat an eye at the total asshole aura

• 50/50 chance your dad hates his guts and sees right through him (if you have no dad though you're just shit out of luck in terms of getting actually good relationship guidance because there's no way he's not making a "i didn't know you had a sister" comment.)

• Knee Socks is actually him???

• would own a blue lacoste?? would be attracted to the knee socks?? yes

• i feel like he would suffer from major summer depression. being away from school distractions, away from school in general, away from his friends, stuck in a gloomy ass manor, constantly surrounded by reminders of his shit parents. bud is not doing well

• more than likely has issues with attachment too (huge contrast to the commitment issues). does not do well being away from his close friends but would rather cut off his dick than admit it

• cannot be alone. lonely is no go. he is a people person, he doesn't have to like you to need some company and use you for it 

• this does in fact feed into his whole womanizer persona 

• off of the sad bit, he is a real genuine sweetheart to Narcissa and Narcissa only. 

• cissy may not always be the best parental figure, however compared to his other options it's like comparing shit to candy. candy is a million times better even if its not always good therefore he definitely emotionally attached himself to her

• yelled at her once and had a mental breakdown

• maybe if you're dating him and you're lucky, she might talk a little sense into him and make him just a smidge less of an asshole

• speaking of, buddy has flings and situationships. dates for a few weeks at most every once in a while but it's mostly that ridiculous unofficial dating situationship that makes you want to bash your head in 

• it gets talked about a lot too, specifically around the girls because they all think they're smart enough to be with him without getting caught up in his messy self

• king of manipulation and surprisingly doesn't realize it half the time. he knows he's outstandingly good at manipulating everyone he just doesnt always notice when he's doing so 

• overall just a toxic babe

[parkersgarage]

conditions

a/n: title boring, ending para could be better sorry 😭

hong woojin x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) 646 wc

warnings; fwb implied, hurt/comfort, one-sided love. not proofread

The ache in your heart grows when you see Woojin walking down the opposite side of the street, chest burning at the sound of his laugh when the person beside him makes a joke.

He used to laugh with you like that.

A dull feeling clouds your head when you remember what your time with him was like, how you felt, what you felt, how it ended.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. Those were your conditions. All you were to him was the friend he’d run to when he needed to relieve himself of any stress and pent-up emotions.

The blanket hangs lazily on your body, shielding you from the cold of your room. Woojin insisted on having the air conditioning on, even in the dead of winter. “It’s late. Leave in the morning.” You’d told him, hoping your worry would disguise your want.

“I can’t.” He says, not looking back at you as he tugs his clothes on. “I have a match tomorrow.”

You knew that was true, but your heart longed for Woojin beside you as you slept. Even if he didn’t feel the same, just having him there would suffice.

“Woojin, I think you should find someone else.” At the quick change of topic, his head whips to you, hand reaching for yours immediately. “I don’t think it’s good for me.”

His eyes trail over every inch of your face, fear riddled in his eyes and confusion painted on his face. “Why?”

You look down at his hand, slowly slipping out of his grip, heart breaking when he didn’t try to fight it. “I broke our condition.” Tears well in your eyes when he retracts his hand slowly, laughing bitterly when he rubs your knee instead. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He assures, lowering his head to look at you, tutting when you dodge his eyes. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you false hope.”

You shake your head, “I knew it wasn’t possible.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but you can’t bother to find out why. “We’ll still be friends, yeah? You’re important to me, and I don’t want to lose you forever.” You nod, looking at him briefly before letting your eyes fall to your hands. “Don’t be a stranger. I know where you live.”

A small laugh comes out of you, and despite the obvious force of it, Woojin smiles. “Good luck at your match.” He kisses your cheek, lips lingering as he watches your eyes close.

His heart stings. He wished he could feel the same. He loved being with you, just– not in the same way. A part of him wanted to lie to you, but he knew in the end, if you found out, the deceit would hurt you more than this moment.

And when Woojin meets your eyes from across the street, his heart warms when he realizes it’s his sweater you're wearing. His hand lifts, waving to you from his spot as his friend heads inside the restaurant behind them.

“Let’s go out sometime!” He shouts from across the street, smiling when your eyes widen. “If you’re still single!”

His words sink into your heart with hope following behind, chest aching when he beams. “Call me when you get the chance!” He shouts, looking back when you stare at him.

His words were genuine. You know he would never lie to you without reason, and you couldn’t see why he would need to in this case. “Okay!”

Woojin grinned, nodding his head as he waved. He didn’t move from his spot, not until you’d finally crossed the street and disappeared from his line of sight. There’s hope in his heart that you two would work out. That you’d fall in love and spend every day together. He could only hope that no matter what happened, you’d be there with him.

[samsseptember]

Samtember 2023 Week 1 (and Two Days) Fills:

Here are the fills for the first week and two days of our Samtember 2023 event! Enjoy all these wonderful pieces!

BuckyQuest Moodboard by @thatmexisaurusrex | Moodboard | Pairing: SamBucky | Slow Burn, Free Space, Inspired by Bucky Quest |

Kissing Sam Wilson #1 - A Normal Crush (Samtember 2023) by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated: N/A | WC: 650 words | Crush, Free Space, Getting Together |

First Flight by @thatmexisaurusrex | Gen Fic | Rated: G | WC: 646 words | Family Feels, Gideon POV, First Flight |

Untitled by @funsized-loser | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: N/A | WC: 556 words | First Flight, Close Call, And Nothing Ever Happens Again 🙃 |

Kissing Sam Wilson #2 - First Flight by @ironstrangle | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: N/A | WC: 500 words | First Flight, Established Relationship, Kissing |

Kissing Sam Wilson #4 - Kissing Uncles by @ironstrangle | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: N/A | WC: 526 words | Uncle Sam, Fluff, Kissing |

A Dead Tree Casts a Shadow by @abarbaricyalp | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: G | WC: 2K words | Death, Grief, Title from the Laura Gilpin Poem “Life After Death” |

Sarah, pls! by @sygoflyy | Gen Fic | Rated: G | WC: 500 words | Siblings, Family Feels, The Boy Loves to Fly |

Kissing Sam Wilson #5 - Facing Fears by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated: N/A | WC: 590 words | Fishing, Established Relationship, Kissing |

rem·i·nisce by @sygoflyy | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 509 words | Fishing, Domestic Fluff, Trying to Sleep When A Super Soldier is Sleeping on You |

Kissing Sam Wilson #6 - Disney by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated N/A | WC: 500 words | Vacation, Disneyworld, Kissing |

Samtember Day 02: First Flight | Riley by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: G | WC: 727 words | Funeral, Ghost, Established Relationship |

Untitled by @abarbaricyalp | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M-ish | WC: 770 words | Memories, Established Relationship, Thinking of Previous Violence and Injury |

Samtember Day 03: Delacroix | Louisiana by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 422 words | Louisiana, Bar, Fluff |

Samtember Day 8: Figaro by @katatonicimpression | Art | Figaro, Cute, Based on Comic Panels |

Samtember Day 04: Siblings | Uncle Sam by @sammy-souffle | Gen Fic | Rated: G | WC: 586 words | Family Feels, Pre-CATWS, Past-SamRiley |

Samtember Day 05: Fishing | Camping by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamSteve | Rated: G | WC: 818 words | Camping, Kid Fic, Established Relationship |

Kissing Sam Wilson #9 - King of Mardi Gras by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated: N/A | WC: 500 words | Established Relationship, Mardi Gras, Kissing |

Samtember Day 06: Day Off by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 272 | Day Off, Established Relationship, Cuddling |

Samtember Day 07: Memories | The Future by @sammy-souffle | Moodboard | Pairing: SamSteve | Established Relationship, Amnesia, Kid Fic |

Untitled by @funsized-loser | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: N/A | WC: 522 words | Cap Quartet 2.0, Mission Fic, Just Vibes |

We're so excited about what you all will make this week and remember that we have an AO3 collection for Samtember 2023 that you can find here.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

First Flight

First Flight

| Gen Fic/Family Fic | Rated: G | WC: 646 | Family Feels, Gideon POV, First Flight |

Summary: Gideon lets his little brother climb a tree. He doesn't expect his brother to jump out of the tree too.

The tree was a Flowering Dogwood.

Gideon knew this because his siblings had asked him last week after church while waiting for their parents to finish their goodbyes to friends and the gossiping old ladies. Gideon had winked and said it was a secret, but then spent the rest of the week investigating what kind of tree this particular one was.

Pale-green, almost white from a distance, four-petaled flowers with green clusters in the middle. Finally toothed leaves which change color in the fall weather. Deeply grooved, reddish-brown bark.

It was a Flowering Dogwood.

At least.

That was what Ms. Stacy of the Youth Group said when Gideon broke down and asked her.

But nonetheless, Gideon's siblings gazed upon him in awe as he told them about this secret tree a week later.

"I'm going to climb the secret tree," whispered Sam as he turned his eyes back to the now orange-red leaved Flowering Dogwood.

Sam had gotten into the habit of climbing things. Not that Gideon completely kept track of the different phases his younger siblings went through, but this phase had stood out in particular for how long it had gone on.

Sam would climb the stairs on the wrong side of the railing, only to be thwarted by one of their parents a few feet up. They would now find Sam on the top of a bookshelf, sprawled out like a cat with the latest comic whenever they went to the library. Apparently, Sam started to sit on top of his desk at school during lessons too.

Gideon probably should tell Sam to stop. But he saw Sarah excitedly nodding in agreement and Gideon really couldn't say no to his little brother.

"Go for it," said Gideon as he watched Sam run over to the tree without his permission.

Sam climbed much more proficiently than Gideon ever could up the sixteen-foot tree, skittering almost halfway up before taking a break.

Sarah, for her part, seemed in awe of what Sam had just done. She gazed, agape at Sam six feet off the ground before she blurted, "You're so good at that!"

"Do you want to be a rock climber or something?" asked Gideon, wondering if he should see if there's a gym nearby for Sam.

"No," said Sam, and in a horrifying twist, turned to face outward to his siblings, "I want to be a bird!"

Gideon wasn't sure what he expected a six-year-old boy to say. And while Gideon sprinted over to try to catch Sam, or possibly just buffer the kid's fall, he couldn't help but notice how happy Sam was in the air.

The look of pure joy on Sam's face as he soared.

And Sam had been happy before, but he never looked this happy. This was what all the climbing was about. And Gideon had just given Sam his first opportunity to actually jump.

Gideon felt a little less happy about the situation when all fifty pounds of Sam fell on top of him, toppling them both to the ground.

Though.

Gideon got over it quickly once Sam started laughing maniacally. A little boy filled with giggles and adrenaline.

"Again. I need to do that again," said the adrenaline junkie in the making before Gideon wrapped his arms around Sam and kept Sam in his clutches.

"Nope. Let's figure out a safer way for you to fly," said Gideon, wondering just how he was going to do that before settling on, "You can jump out of the tree again next week."

And yeah, there were people watching the three of them now. The old ladies were gossiping as they always did. Gideon could hear their parents walking over and asking what happened. But all Gideon could focus on was the look of joy Sam had as Sam gazed at that Flowering Dogwood, probably thinking about that first flight.

This is for @samsseptember's Samtember 2023 series for the prompt "First Flight". The dividers are from here.

[okaihauexpress]

all my gen (non-shippy) jet lag fics!

i have included fics where you can read it as platonic or shippy, or where a ship is a background detail. i'll make sure to highlight these in the list! i'll also highlight what season the fic is set in, any special relationships or aus, and if there's any triggers (though make sure you still check the tags for any fics you click on) i've also only included completed fics for ease

wishing we were more than friends teen & up | sam & brian | background brian/ben | set in s4 | wc 1,521

holding back the flood teen & up | sam & brian, sam & toby | sam & toby are siblings! | big fantasy au prequel | wc 5,626

at the edge of lament general | sam & toby | set in s5 | wc 1,536

hauraki detour general | sam & toby | set in s5 | wc 3,957

everything is fine (but i guess i'm not okay) teen & up | sam & ben | set in s5 | wc 4,246

she will be the warrior of the north and southern seas general | sam & toby | fantasy au one-shot | wc 2,626

another moment would've been too much general | sam & brian | wc 2,659

sing you lullabies teen & up | sam & toby | set in s5 | wc 2,461

at least we're not alone general | sam & adam | set in s3 | wc 2,690

bulletproof general | sam & adam & ben & toby | wc 1,021

all i want is to be loved teen & up | sam & toby, sam & brian, sam & joseph, sam & adam | sam & toby are siblings! | background ben/adam | soulmates au! | wc 6,060

i'll die from the emotions that i kept down for years general | adam & ben | trans male ben | set in s5 | wc 2,007

Корона твоя general | sam & adam & ben & toby | set in s5 | wc 1,828

i'm scared that i'm falling behind general | sam & toby | set in s5 | wc 1,778

with broken wings we learn to fly teen & up | ben & toby | fantasy au one-shot | wc 4,313

i see you for who you are general | sam & toby | asexual sam! | set in s5 | wc 2,026

siamo i soli svegli in tutto l'universo general | ben & adam | can be read as shippy | set in s4 | wc 1,422

i'm a volcano that is going to explode teen & up | ben & adam | set in s5 | wc 1,636

take a little sip of venom now mature | sam & brian | tw: suicide attempt, major character death | nuclear war au | wc 4,186

dreams i have ignored teen & up | sam & brian | set in s4 | wc 2,162

you told me the right thing (at the right time) general | sam & ben | trans male ben | set in s3 | wc 3,613

victory's your only payment general | sam & brian | big fantasy au prequel | wc 2,324

i can smell you like an animal mature | sam & ben | tw: major character death | vampire au | wc 4,245

diçka mrena frymen ma nal teen & up | sam & ben | wc 3,119

i asked for nobody's help teen & up | sam & ben | wc 2,611

promise me it's gonna be alright general | ben & adam | set in s2 | wc 1,390

abriguito pa tus pena' general | sam & ben | wc 1,144

life is just a game (and i'm playing for the win) teen & up | sam & ben, sam & brian | tw: major character injury | formula 1 au | wc 8,411

colder by the minute teen & up | sam & adam | set in s6 | wc 6,652

you're alive general | sam & adam, adam & toby | star wars au! | wc 1,811

evolutionary advantage general | sam & ben | can be read as shippy | wc 1,184

it's ghost time! general | sam & ben & adam | wc 951

some kind of fairy tale general | ben & toby | star wars au! | wc 1,701

take a sip from the devil's cup mature | ben-centric | tw: murder | wc 1,377

safe with me general | sam & toby | set during s5 | wc 1,350

somebody's watching me general | sam & brian | wc 675

s'mores & spooks general | sam & brian & ben & adam | wc 1,441

kiss it better teen & up | sam & ben & adam | wc 2,938

australian sensibilities general | ben & toby | set in s5 | wc 646

avuncular energy general | sam & scotty | wc 1,851

meow meow ceo general | sam & dave | werewolf au | wc 700

together, or not at all general | sam & ben | weeping angels exist | wc 1,292

too late general | sam & michelle | fantasy au one-shot | wc 1,212

voice cracks teen & up | sam & ben | trans male ben | set in s8 | wc 3,093

a safe pair of hands teen & up | sam & brian | wc 1,348

things that go bump in the night teen & up | adam & sam & ben & toby & michelle | sam & toby are siblings! | background ben/adam | wc 7,659

cursed general | toby-centric | wc 1,224

trick or treat! general | adam & sam & ben & toby | sam & toby are siblings! | wc 1,621

a taste of love general | ben-centric | wc 1,323

blinded by the cold general | sam & ben & adam | wc 2,630

say "don't go" general | sam & brian | wc 1,049

the next hot chocolate general | sam & ben & adam | wc 1,019

lightly salted french fry general | sam & michelle & ben & adam | wc 1,528

summits & surprises general | sam & brian | wc 1,304

mirrors teen & up | adam-centric | trans female adam! | wc 1,858

too much general | sam & toby | can also be read as sam/toby pre-relationship | autistic sam & toby | set in s5 | wc 3,411

[ectortravel]

Čaute cestovatelia a dobrodruhovia, máme tu 8 dňový spoznávací zájazd Izraela tak ako to má byť. Prejdeme všetky hlavné destinácie v tejto úžasnej krajine s bohatou históriou.

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POPIS ZÁJAZDU

Program:

1.deň » odlet z Viedne do Tel Avivu. Transfer autobusom na sever Izraela do oblasti Galilea, ubytovanie v hoteli, večera a nocľah. 2.deň » raňajky, prehliadka bývalého rímskeho hlavného mesta provincie Beit Shean, ktoré bolo v 1.st. aj jedným z miest rímskeho Dekapolisu. Dnes je ťažiskom archeologický národný park, kde dostaneme obraz, ako vyzeralo rímske mesto pre 30 – 40 tisíc obyvateľov. Najkrajším objektom je rímsky amfiteáter v Beit Shean (kandidát UNESCO), ktorý slúži i v súčasnosti. Cez údolie rieky Jordán prídeme ku Genezaretskému jazeru a ďalej až na Golanské výšiny. Navštívime kibuc a vinárstvo na Golanských výšinách, kde ochutnáme miestne víno. Cestou späť uvidíme mestá Kafarnaum a Tabgha. Návrat do hotela, večera a nocľah. 3.deň » raňajky, čaká nás prehliadka Nazaretu a Baziliky Zvestovania, cesta k hore Carmel a popri drúzskych dedinkách do prístavného mesta Haifa na pobreží Stredozemného mora. Očarí vás panoramatický výhľad na prístav a záhrady Báhai (UNESCO). Navštívime aj staroveké prístavné mesto Acre (UNESCO) a cestou okolo hory Tabor sa vrátime do hotela, večera a nocľah. 4.deň » raňajky, pozrieme si pravdepodobné miesto krstu Ježiša Krista – Yardenit a navštívime prírodný park Gan Hashlosha (Sachne). Najväčšou atrakciou parku sú prírodné bazény, ktoré sú napájané prameňmi so stálou teplotou vody 28 st. C. Po relaxe v teplých prameňoch sa presunieme údolím rieky Jordán do Jericha, ktoré drží dve svetové prvenstvá: je najnižšie ležiacim mestom sveta a je zároveň najstarším trvalo obývaným mestom sveta. Okrem iného je mesto známe aj produkciou najlepších datlí na svete. Nasledovať bude zastávka na kúpanie v Mŕtvom mori a transfer do hotela v Betleheme, večera a nocľah. 5.deň » raňajky, prehliadka Jeruzalema začne na Olivovej hore a v Getsemanskej záhrade. Odtiaľ prejdeme do Starého mesta (UNESCO), ktoré je obohnané hradbami a má 4 štvrte: židovskú, moslimskú, kresťanskú a arménsku. Pre židov je tým posvätným miestom Múr nárekov, kde sa i vy môžete pridať k tisícom ľudí, ktorí doňho vkladajú svoje prosby. Pre moslimov je to mešita Al-Aksa na Chrámovej hore. A pre kresťanov je to tajomný Boží hrob v Bazilike Božieho Hrobu na Golgote, ku ktorej vystúpime po trase Ježišovej krížovej cesty Via Dolorosa. Plní úchvatných dojmov sa vrátime do hotela v Betleheme, večera a nocľah. 6.deň » raňajky, na programe je panoramatická prehliadka nového Jeruzalema, návšteva pamätníka holokaustu Yad Vashem. Nádherné exponáty vrátane zvitkov od Mŕtveho mora sú uchované v Izraelskom múzeu, kde tiež na záver prehliadky uvidíme model druhého jeruzalemského chrámu. Odchod do Betlehema, prehliadka Baziliky Narodenia Ježiša Krista, Jaskyne Mlieka a Polí pastierov, návrat do hotela, večera a nocľah. 7.deň » raňajky, prvou zastávkou bude nálezisko historických zvitkov v Qumrane pri Mŕtvom mori. Po jeho pobreží prídeme k pevnosti Massada (UNESCO), na ktorú sa vyvezieme lanovkou. Massada je symbolom odporu židovského ľudu proti rímskej nadvláde. Po zostupe z Massady sa okúpeme v Mŕtvom mori a overíme si tisícročnú pravdu, že tu sa nedá ani utopiť, ale ani plávať. Návrat do hotela v Betleheme, večera a nocľah. 8.deň » raňajky, transfer autobusom na letisko v Tel Avive a odlet do Viedne.

Doprava:

Letecká doprava » Viedeň – Tel Aviv a späť.

Ubytovanie:

7 x v 3* hoteli v izbách s vlastným príslušenstvom (sprcha, WC) a klimatizáciou.

Stravovanie:

7 x polpenzia (raňajky a večere formou švédskych stolov).

Ostatné:

doprava po Izraeli klimatizovaným autobusom, služby miestneho slovensky (alebo česky) hovoriaceho sprievodcu, program podľa popisu bez vstupov, DPH.

Povinné príplatky:

letiskové, bezpečnostné a servisné poplatky 250 €/os. V Izraeli sa platí obslužné 50 USD/os. a vstupy 200 USD/os. (vrátane 2 vstupov na pláž pri Mŕtvom mori).

Priplatky:

za jednolôžkovú izbu 400 €/os., transfer z Bratislavy na letisko Viedeň – Schwechat a späť 25 €/os.

[rksoleil]

✧hometown

[ 𝕣𝕜𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 + 𝟛 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 ]

If growing up with money has taught Soleil anything, it’s that right people are stingy about opening their wallets, right up until there’s an opportunity to do it under a spotlight where everyone can see just how generous they are. The amount of upper class fetes they’ve been dragged along to, forced into suits with their hair styled Just Right by a professional stylist hired by their mother, both in Seoul and abroad, has given them enough insight into the minds of people with money, and just how to get it out of them.

So when the student council of their university announces a competition of sorts to see which club can raise the most money for a local charity, they aren’t afraid to finally play the ‘I’m rich, you know?’ card.

(Thankfully, the rest of Z0NE and B4SE are right alongside them in the plan.)

The crew is an almost even mix of backgrounds, ranging from the highest echelons (the twins, more specifically, and Mystique, a politician’s daughter), all the way down to those who had experienced true poverty (and Dokkaebi only sometimes makes faces at the frivolity behind some of the expenditure he witnesses, far too used to his small-town rural life). It makes splitting jobs easy, with those with networks to grease up with a promise of positive image setting off to write emails and invitations and put a price on tickets.

Soleil excuses themself from that particular group, leaving Oberon to handle matters on their behalf, and instead teams up with the other members. There’s a stage to secure the use of, odd items to collect for an auction, tickets to design, a dance to choreograph, and a number of other logistical requirements.

It takes almost two months of planning.

(It had originally taken a month, but they had received a more positive response to their ‘pay what you what’ tickets than first expected, which required them to not only book a bigger venue for the performance and auction, but to organise more items to auction off for a second night of the show.)

The performance goes off without a hitch, and Oberon and Mystique hold the crowd captive with their MCing throughout the night, and Soleil finds their belief that most of B4SE should be models instead of street dancers reinforced with the way they dress up and walk the various auction items around the tables of guests (and there’s a brief moment where they don’t wonder if the amount of money goes so high on some items more specifically for the dancer showing them off).

The largest benefactor comes in the form of their own father, announcing that he personally will match the price of the highest bid in any of the auctions as his own ticket price, and Soleil is sure they’re about to break into tears on stage.

It takes them a week to remember this had all started as a way to win a competition at the university, but, by this point, they’re not interested in a competition.

Instead, they gather together in one of the studios on a late Saturday evening and run through all of their totals, and take votes on which charities the money should go to. Dokkaebi, Misfit and Kirin hold the heaviest sway, with their own personal experiences in being less fortunate than the rest and having had to reach out to charities themselves growing up.

Lillia makes the final decision with a suggestion (her first of the night after hiding quietly behind her bottle of beer).

“Give them a third each,” she murmurs, quiet and yet still able to cut through all of their voices. “Take it home. Give it directly back to the groups that helped you.”

No one challenges her.

(Dokkaebi hides his face and watery eyes, while Misfit and Kirin both sweep her up into a tight hug.)

[nixytea]

dear bus noona | n.rk

pairing: non-idol! nishimura riki x noona! reader

genre: romance, fluff, letter, bus crush (i know cafe crush is kind of a genre but what about bus seatmates?)

inspired by: my bus rides lol

summary: in which ni-ki writes a letter to the noona who’s on his bus every day :)

wc: 646

warnings: older crush(?), mentions of crying, cat canvas bags, sad books (???i liked it so im not sure if it needs a warning)

dear bus noona:

the first time i met you, you stole took my seat. my favourite seat!!! the window seat. and because you were sleeping, your head blocked my view so i nearly missed my stop >:(( next time sit on the outside okay? but you looked kinda cute when you were asleep…

then i started seeing you on the same bus. every single day. IN THE SAME SEAT. i caught a glimpse of your id while you were putting away your bus pass. that’s how i know you’re a noona. clever, aren’t i? :> but anyway. at least you weren’t asleep the second time. you know noona, you should sleep more, instead of relying on the horrible-smelling coffee you carry around all the time. sometimes you stare at the trees passing by, and i guess it relaxes you because after 5 minutes on the bus you look less tense than when you first get on.

last week, you started carrying a really ugly canvas bag. noona, i love cats too but please stop carrying that bag around the poor kitten’s face is misshapen. the manufacturer of your bag doesn’t do cats justice. seriously, the cat face print looks more like a pig than a cat. return it if you bought it, unless you got it as a gift, which in that case please never bring that out in public again. it’s an eyesore.

the other day, you had a new keychain on your bag zipper, with cha eunwoo’s face on it. does noona find him handsome? are you really a cha eunwoo fangirl? i’m even more good-looking than him what’s your favourite kdrama then? i’ve watched a few of the really popular ones but i don’t really know what else to watch. can noona give me some suggestions? so long as they don’t have cha eunwoo in them.

noona, you looked so funny on the bus last wednesday, crying while reading that english book that i can’t remembering the name of. (was it swing sideways? i don’t know.) i’m sorry for laughing at you. but if i hadn’t laughed you wouldn’t have yelled at me for teasing you! so you should thank me for laughing, ok? don’t be mad at me…i just thought it was cute that you could be so worked up about books. even though i’m not close to noona, just watching you has already told me so much about what you’re like. our chat was really fun, and you’re really fun too.

ahhh, noona, sometimes you’re so cute when i see you. your fashion sense makes me wonder if i’m older or you are. you’re so weird, noona! you’re such an odd person, and i can’t help but want to be friends with you. so dear bus noona, talk to me more ok?

with love,

the kid on the bus who squished your crocheting project by accident ♡

riki sighed, head tilting backwards as he leaned back into his chair. the white light from his desk lamp illuminated his ghostly complexion, and he realised he’d been up far too late for a kid who still had school the next day. twirling his favourite pen absentmindedly, riki reread his letter one more time, before humming in satisfaction when he found no more areas to be corrected. in went the fancy parchment paper, and all that was left on riki’s desk was a lavender-scented manila envelope held in place by a piece of twine. (he’d borrowed konon’s perfume, and he’d make sure sola took that secret to the grave.)

unbeknownst to riki, there was a small smile gracing his lips as he went to bed that night. he needed the sleep, after all tomorrow was going to be a big day. with the flip of a switch, the room was plunged into darkness, but the tiny flame of hope in riki’s heart glowed brighter than anything.

a/n: so…here we are. i just think ni-ki’s adorable. i’m not even older than the beloved maknae so why am i writing about being his noona T-T but anyway! this is my first time writing fluff in a long while so im very rusty but it’s my soft hours so enjoy it while it lasts

[sirthisisa-wendys]

I found it thank you 😭😭 I wanna request Smiley being jealous and possessive of his Girl, like she gets hit on at a bar while he's in the bathroom and comes back to see his baby looks uncomfortable and beat the absolute shit out of the guy before lifting his babes necklace and goes,"it ain't that hard t'read, she's mine ya piece of shit" with his eyes cracked open to make sure this guy knows he is serious, you can chose if it's a smut or not. I don't know how much detail you want but I made sure to put a lot 😭😭🛐 thank you for your time

Birthday Punch: Nahoya Kawata x fem!Reader

wc: 646

tw: violence

masterlist

All eyes are on you tonight.

You entered the small, semi-private, and very exclusive club with Smiley, all dressed up to the nines for you birthday celebration.

"There are a lot of people here," you muse, turning to your boyfriend. Smiley looks back at you with a laugh, pulling you closer to him before kissing your cheek quickly.

"And? You always stand out, babe." You give him a complimentary kiss and walk with him toward a section you can call your own for the night. You're seated in a corner with an elevated view of the club, with excellent suede seats and a personal bartender for the night. "Isn't this nice?" Nahoya wonders and you nod quickly, smiling.

"It's perfect."

Bottle girls come by and shower you with sparklers and free bottles of champagne, a sign with your name on it, and cheers for your birthday as music bumps in the background, and you reach up to toy with the necklace Nahoya presented to you earlier.

It's rose gold with his name etched in calligraphy - bold enough for anyone bold enough to come and step up to the plate.

"I gotta use the restroom," he says suddenly, and you make room for him to exit, leaving you alone in the cozy corner of the club.

For a moment, you watch the others in the club dance or drink or chat, and the absence of your boyfriend is almost meaningless. Almost.

"Hey," you hear over the music, and a figure bedecked in a crumpled dress shirt and slacks leans over the rope closing off your spot. "Haven't seen a face like yours in a long time... You're adorable." You cringe and look over his shoulder, hoping to see Smiley's hair moving toward you. But you see nothing but a sea of others.

"Can you hear me?" the man asks, his brown eyes lighting up in the glow of the bright spotlight waving around the room. "I'll just get closer; this music is so fucking loud..." He steps past the rope, and you cringe, trying to move away from him.

"That's so much better," he breathes, and you smell the tinge of alcohol on his breath. "So what brings you here? You look all dressed up for something!"

"Um..." you begin, making a face. "Just for fun."

"Oh, yeah?" the man wonders. "Me too. Thinking about getting into some fun right now, in fact..." You see his hand moving toward your leg in slow motion, but before it can reach you, he's yanked past the rope. The bottle in his hand goes flying, and you watch as Smiley lands a punch square in his face, nearly mortified at the act of violence.

"Nahoya!" you shout, but he pulls the drunken idiot up to his knees and points to your necklace.

"Listen, you dumb fuck. She doesn't like guys who can't read; that's my name around her neck, you piece of shit." Nahoya musters as much spit as he can, and it lands square on the man's face. He drops the almost-unconscious man to the ground and takes your hand, pulling you out of the section.

"Wait, babe," you protest, returning to the secluded area to grab your drink. You take one last chug, then splash the rest on the guy's face.

"Hope you learned your lesson," you mutter, rejoining Nahoya at the entrance to the club.

"I'm leaving a bad review," Smiley gripes, pulling out a cigarette as you walk back to the car. "That wasn't a good time."

"I think it went okay," you murmur, pulling a lighter out from your purse. You light his cigarette, and he hums, inhaling the smoke deeply in the night air.

"Let's go to Taiju's place, huh? Better atmosphere there anyways."

"Let's," you echo, kissing his cheek once more. "Won't have to fight anyone there, I know that for sure."

[sixosix]

miya atsumu: the fake date, real date venn diagram 

# fluff, idiots in love, wc 646

fake dating with atsumu is possibly the worst decision you’ve ever made, which is saying something since you’ve always mourned the day you agreed to befriend the twins.

you would know, since you’re trying it out. (a mistake that you nor atsumu will never live down.)

and he knows you think this way because he makes sure this is the most tortuous date—real or not—you’ve ever been with. he taunts you, saying hey, ya chose me, of all people, so ya gotta deal with it. and you know this— of course you do! except choosing him was an accident and the case of “right time, wrong person”.

you don’t know what the worst: your crush not even getting jealous at the sight of atsumu lovingly pecking every spot on your neck he can find, or you not as appalled as you’d like to be at the feel of atsumu lovingly pecking kisses on every spot of your neck he can find. both will likely subject you to gray hairs either way.

and the worst thing is, atsumu is enjoying every bit of it. you think it’s strange, to find him at your door so early in the morning with a genuine grin.

maybe it’s because he’s never been in a relationship before, so this fake dating thing benefits both of you. (you’re not sure if you’re benefiting anymore, despite being the one who suggested it in the first place.)

maybe… maybe it’s because he has feelings for—

yeah. nope. no thank you. you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. maybe burn it down to ashes, too.

he always waits for you to prepare, trailing after you as he makes quick talk with your family who he’s already grown familiar with—not to mention your family is quick to fall for your act—and walks with you to school, even though your house is further away from it than his.

every action is so thoughtful, that when he drapes behind you in the middle of lunch, you’re wondering if he’s still doing this on purpose.

“‘sumu,” you murmur as you turn to him, pointedly ignoring the flutter on your stomach when he lazily kisses the side of your mouth. “atsumu,” you repeat.

atsumu huffs, lifting himself off of your shoulders. “what?”

“they’re gone. you can let go of my hand now.”

“don’t wanna,” he replies easily. like a child.

this. this is what confuses you.

atsumu always says—should’ve not chosen me!—but he’s never once shown displeasure at acting out intimacy, even in front of anybody. he seems to thrive in it, even. throwing possessive glances when he thinks no one is looking and hugging you whenever he felt like it. even when the whole point of fake dating is to make your crush crawl to you, not scare him off of you.

but you suppose the definition of fake dating has been long lost, swept away with the wind of atsumu distracting you so good that sometimes you forget that it’s fake. who would’ve known that atsumu is such a sweet and caring boyfriend, fake or not?

“you know, atsumu,” you begin in hopefully a casual enough approach, “you’re really toeing the lines in our fake relationship.”

atsumu doesn’t seem bothered by your statement. he only reacts with a sly smile.

“fake dating, real dating,” atsumu drawls, “only difference is if yer hidin’ some feelings that would make it faker or realer than it’s supposed to be.”

mouth dry, you find yourself unable to respond. because you know exactly where you fall into that category. but you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. right now…

you nudge him away from you. “i’m not your neck pillow, asshole.”

“you’re as comfortable as one, though,” atsumu reasons with a pout. “and easier on the eyes than stuffed cotton.” then he laughs at our flaming face.

yeah, fake dating with atsumu is the absolute worst (and best) decision you’ve ever made.

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COME BACK

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

A/N: enjoy this fluff and blurb of simp!rafe. i’m almost sure i’ve used this gif before but i’m a slut for it so it’s okay.

WC: 646

PAIRING: softie!rafe x pogue!reader

SUMMARY: in which Rafe just wants to take care of the reader. 

WARNINGS: nudity (no sexual interaction), pet names, fluff, kissing

Y/N is beautiful. Anyone in their right mind could see that. Rafe Cameron has seen that since the day he met her. She’s an angel. The sun is barely poking into the windows, and Y/N’s face is nuzzled into Rafe’s chest, one of her legs on his side and the other fallen over. His arm is wrapped under her, just enough that he can pull her hair out of her face. He’s so beyond happy to be laying down here with her. She’s so peaceful sleeping in his arms. But he needs to take care of her. 

There are a lot of things Rafe knows about Y/N: her favorite things, where she’s ticklish, and how to decipher her many, many moods. But one thing he didn’t know was how the light of a sleeper she was. She started to shuffle and let out muffled cries in her sleep just when Rafe was pulling himself away and out of the bed. “Come back,” she said, eyes still shut. He kissed her forehead, smiling, before walking into the bathroom. 

He ran a warm bath for her and ran into Sarah’s room (she hadn’t come home) to get Y/N a set of fresh clothes. By the time the bath was ready, Y/N had been almost fully awake and was sitting up in the bed. “Good morning, doll.”

“Hi,” she mumbled, groggily, but cutely. “What are you doing?”

“C’mere, baby. Let me take care of you,” he replied, reaching for her hands. She felt so small in his hands. He led her into the bathroom and bathtub, and she sat, rubbing her eyes. ‘You fell asleep so fast last night, and I didn’t want to wake you so I just waited,” he said, chuckling while she got comfortable in the bath. 

“I can take a bath myself, Rafe, but thanks,” Y/N said as he started to cup water into his hands and pour it down her back. “Oh, that feels nice, actually.”

“I just want to take care of you, but if you want me to leave you alone, I can.” He was preparing to push himself up off his thighs before Y/N smiled brightly and reached for his wrist. 

“No, no, it feels nice. Come back,” she said, and without another thought, he was crouching down and pouring water on the girl again, smiling from ear to ear. 

Rafe was more gentle than ever as he washed Y/N, peppering small kisses on her head and practically massaging her head to get the soap out. “Why are you doing this, Rafe?” she asked as he gave her an overly confused look, “You have sex with girls all the time. Do you do this with every girl, then?”

He laughed, not letting it get to him, “No, just you. It’s always been you,” he said, pulling her out of the bath and she looked at him mystically. 

“What?”

“Well, you know,” he said, drying her off, “It’s all you.”

“Is Rafe Cameron going soft?” she asked, smiling and putting her new clothes on and pressing her hands to his bare chest, “If this is you telling me you have the hots for me, I sort of gathered that last night.”

Rafe laughed again, pulling her into his arms. She gasped and chuckled, quickly stopping as he kissed her. It was a nice kiss, gentle. They both smiled against it. If he is honest, Rafe could be content if he was here forever. 

“Can I take you to dinner tonight, pogue?” he asked, barely away from her face, “And I am not going soft.”

“Yes, after you brush your teeth,” Y/N said, grimacing, “And the way you just gave me a bath says otherwise.”

Okay, maybe Rafe will give Y/N anything she wants, but at least he got what he wanted too.