#I cant go to sleep in my room. I can’t sit down. I can’t eat. I can’t pick up anything. I can’t move. I cry.

[mylove-thresher]

there might be a spider somewhere and that’s enough for me to be paranoid

[beenbaanbuun]

seventeen hyung line’s reaction to their youngest member forgetting to take care of themself

choi seungcheol

seungcheol is literally your father (or at least he believes so) so be warned, he will be watching you 24/7

notices the small things, like if your eye bags are particularly dark, and will call you out on it immediately

“how much sleep did you get last night?” he falls onto the couch, occupying the spot next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders

“uh, like 4 hours, i guess,” you ignore the glare he gives you, “but it’s only because i was practicing late…”

he hums as he uses his hand to push your head onto his shoulder

“that’s not enough, kid,” he mumbles into your hairline, “not nearly enough, actually. how about you nap now?

you consider arguing, but you know it’s useless so you just nod and let yourself get comfy against him

he just sits and scrolls through his phone for an hour or so before rearranging you so you’re not leant on him

cant help himself when he sees you with your cheeks squished up against the pillow and takes a photo

carats will love it when he posts it on weverse…

yoon jeonghan

jeonghan takes care of you without even noticing you’re not taking care of yourself

it’s all part of being his baby the youngest

so you’re far from surprised when he comes into your room one day with a cup of ramen in his hands

he says he’s just come to see what you’re doing, but you cant help but notice that in between his own bites, he’s shoving mouthful after mouthful in your direction

and you barely get to answer his questions because whenever you try to, he just scolds you for talking with your mouthful

“so what did you say you’re doing?” he leans over to you, eyes trained on your computer screen as he holds another mouthful in front of you

you take it and begin to chew

“well, you s-”

“finish your food before you talk,” he scolds, “don’t be gross!”

you just roll your eyes and do as he says

you know there’s no point in arguing

joshua hong

joshua hong can and will make you go outside with him

most of the time he claims it’s because he’s in need of a photographer, but you begin to notice a pattern

oh, you haven’t been out in a few days? you’re practically counting down the seconds until josh is walking through your door with your shoes, ready to go

and don’t worry if you refuse - joshua has his methods

“i’ll tell seungcheol,” he says as he walks into your room, swinging your trainers from his hands.

“oh yeah? what will you tell him?” you pay him no mind, knowing seungcheol won’t care if you haven’t left the house in a few days…

“i’ll tell him all about how you’ve locked yourself in your room and you’re not sleeping or eating enough,” he grins at you, happy with the lies he’s spouting.

you gasp and stand up in shock

“that’s not fair!” you grumble, “you can’t just lie to him!”

joshua laughs and passes you your shoes.

“i can and i will,” he gives you an innocent smile, “now come on, my little photographer! you have a job to do.”

wen junhui

doesn’t necessarily notice you’ve been living off of energy drinks and snack food until hoshi mentions it one day in practice

and sure enough when he looks over he notices you with a monster can in hand and a bag of chips resting between your thighs

and actually, now that he thinks about it, you woke up too late to eat breakfast so this is your first meal of the day

he excuses himself from his conversation to walk over to you and crouch next to you

“is that all you’re eating?” he pulls you out of your daydream and you look at him in confusion, “i mean, you didn’t have breakfast, which you should’ve because cheol told us to eat a lot since we’d be too busy for lunch.”

you frown and look at the bag of chips, which is almost gone, and think about how you should’ve rationed them more

“i take that as a yes,” he frowns, “and don’t get me started on the monster! if minghao sees you drinking that he’ll have an aneurysm. doesn’t he always warn you about keeping yourself healthy?”

you can’t help but roll your eyes and put your drink down on the floor

“i just need the energy,” you complain, “my body feels tired.”

“yeah, because you didn’t eat this morning,” he argues and stands up, holding his hand out to pull you up too, “now, let’s go and beg cheol for a small lunch break, okay?”

kwon soonyoung

he notices the way you trip over during practice and have to stumble through the rest of the dance with a limp

immediately pauses the music once the routine finished and calls you out on it

“take a seat for a while,” he orders, “you cant dance on an injured ankle, and it’ll make it worse if you try to.”

but you insist that you’re fine because you don’t want to slow down practice or make it difficult for the others

there’s a staring match between you and hoshi for a while, but he will not give in

if there’s two things he cares about to the end of the earth, it’s dance and his members and you’re just unlucky that this involves both of them

“go and sit down before i drag you to the bench myself,” god, you hate how scary he gets when he’s teaching choreography, “and don’t test me because i will do it.”

you know he will, so you just bow your head and hobble to the side of the room where the bench is waiting for you

“good,” he mumbles, going back to the stereo that’s waiting for him to press play, “i’ll get someone to grab an ice pack for you, okay?”

jeon wonwoo

he likes to spend quiet time with you which means more often than not, he’s around to take care of you

like he’ll literally be sat playing games on his pc, checking on you out of the corner of his eye every few minutes

if he sees your eyes drooping for even a second, he pauses his game and gives you a soft look

“go to sleep, kiddo,” he instructs softly, smiling a little when you jolt yourself awake, “i can see you dropping to sleep over there. don’t fight it, you probably need it.”

you grimace, taking a deep breath before you sit up properly and rub your eyes

“i’m fine, woo,” you grumble, widening your eyes slightly to try and make yourself feel more awake

he just laughs to himself, shaking his head as if he didn’t believe you

“go to bed, or i’ll take you myself,” you roll your eyes at him, but open your arms wide

“carry me?” you beg as if you’re a kid rather than someone just a few years younger than him

to which he rolls his eyes jokingly and stands up from his desk

“you’re so lucky i love you,” he chuckles

“you love me?” you tease

“yes, even though you’re annoying…”

lee jihoon

he loves you, he really does, but sometimes he’s a little too busy to pay too much attention to the small things

besides, he trusts him members to take care of their maknae well

except the two of you are in the studio, just messing around really

it was your suggestion because you wanted to spend time with him, and he had nothing too important to do so obviously he said yes

you’re spitting absolute bars into the microphone whilst he struggles to hold in his laughter, but half way through he can’t help but notice a strange grumbling behind your voice

he pauses the track he quickly produced just moments prior to you stepping in the booth and your voice peters away

“have you eaten today?” he furrows his brows as he hears it again, “and don’t even think about lying to me, kid.”

you roll your eyes in annoyance

“i had breakfast…”

“it’s midnight,” he deadpans, “you haven’t eaten since breakfast?”

you shrug, not seeing the big issue

“wasn’t hungry, was i…”

he stands up from his desk and shuffled over to the booth’s door, pulling it open immediately

“don’t care, pipsqueak,” his voice is much clearer now he’s speaking directly to you, “let’s go eat. we can carry this on again later and then we won’t have your tummy grumbling in the background, yeah?”

[2ndkaiser]

MOUTHWASHING CREW HEADCANONS

This is my first time writing. I’m not the best at this, I’m just trying to pick up a new hobby so don’t come at me if this is ass. These are my headcanons, this is what I think, my headcanons do not need to be like yours.

꩜ Warnings: Extremely small mention of NSFW content for Daisuke’s part, one swear word.

CAPTAIN CURLY (PRE-CRASH)

Has a collection of cowboy stuff he’s extremely proud of. Pridefully shows it to the rest of the crew.

I like to think he’s not that much of a sweet tooth, but once in a while he eats a spoonful of biscoff spread because he claims that “Its not too sweet” but really he just can’t go one month without the taste of biscoff.

A terrible cook. Absolutely awful. I’m talking frying an egg and made it undercooked but overcooked at the same time.

Used to take immaculate care of his hair back on earth but ran out of products within 4 months on board.

Definitely misses his shiny curls…

Genuinely loves the taste of Alpen yoghurt bars, he could down 20 of them in one sitting.

Once asked Jimmy to help cut his hair and ended up with a frizzy bob look for a while.

CO-PILOT JIMMY

Y’know how one of his canon hobbies is weightlifting? Well he only started lifting because Curly did, he wanted to appear buffer than him.

He cant lift past 50kg btw.

Has a favorite shirt hes too attached to throw away. It’s a Misfits band t-shirt which now has holes in it, the hem of the shirt is practically falling off but he refuses to throw it out.

I know people like to say he probably stinks but honestly he probably smells faint of wood and light musk. It’s not the worst, kind of smells pleasant actually.

Heavily dislikes board games because every time he’s slightly falling behind the rest of the crew he rage quits, gaslighting himself that the game is rigged and storms off.

Secretly likes The Hungry Caterpiller. (Only because it was the only book he could afford as a child.)

Likes the smell of gasoline. I’m not elaborating.

NURSE ANYA

Originally, the Tulpar didn’t have any board games (considering how shitty Pony Express is), she brought them on herself. Theres now a small box of games for everyone tucked away under the table in the living room.

Ran one of those small businesses that sold slime when she was younger but stopped because she got slime stuck in her hair so bad she had to cut her hair.

Back on earth, she was often invited to school trips as a nurse or a medic. One of her fondest memories was when she was brought on a 5 day school residential trip to the beach with 9th graders. She got to go snorkeling with them and became close friends with a few other med students who also got invited.

Never skips leg day.

Theres a hidden cupboard of kids cereal no one knew about but her. She gate-kept it and pours herself a bowl every morning since the other cupboard of cereal is only filled with cornflakes and the granola ones.

Gave a box to Daisuke though but only because he promised not to tell anyone after he saw her taking it off the shelf.

Bonds with Daisuke over animes like Ouran High School Host Club, Assassination Classroom and Life Lesson of Uramichi Oniisan. They’re best friends now.

INTERN DAISUKE

I don’t care what y’all say, he loves playing Wii Sports, specifically tennis and bowling.

Once got scolded by his mother because she thought he was watching hentai. In reality, it was just an anime where the female lead sounds like shes making explicit noises every time she gasps. Poor Daisuke.

Wants to go to Hawaii so bad. He tells his friends that he just wants to go because he loves sunny weather and the beach but really he adores those tanned Sanrio plushes exclusive to Hawaii.

A sucker for malatang. He has the highest spice tolerance out of the whole crew and brought a few packs of Shin ramen to eat. (He offered Swansea one and later saw a sprinting Swansea dashing towards the vending machine for water.)

Won’t be able to sleep for MONTHS after seeing horror movie.

Surprisingly hates gummy bears. Claims the texture is too thick to chew on.

MECHANIC SWANSEA

Tried to convince Pony Express to let his dog on board. Got refused.

Makes a mean Texas Smoked Brisket which he used to make for family gatherings back on earth. Everyone would get upset when he doesn’t show up with one in his hands.

Uses Daisuke as his tool boy like those dads who make their sons hand them tools. Daisuke holds a flashlight for him all the time and Swansea gets annoyed when the light isn’t shining where it’s supposed to be.

Fears balding and asked Anya how to deal with hair loss. She gave him her set of scalp oils to use and now he has the best smelling hair on the ship.

Used to be a jock in his school days. Pulled like 50 girls.

Has a special pair of fun socks his wife gave to him on his 30th birthday, he brought it on the ship because it reminds him of her. Though, everyone laughs at the mini pepperoni pizza patterns on them.

Thanks for reading, this is my first time writing and I have no clue if this is what I’m supposed to be doing. Requests are opened but I don’t have any rules or a masterlist yet. Take care.

[xo-cori]

ok but get this

ellie is definitely the type to fall asleep while eating you out. gently tapping her head and you cant help but laugh. shes so cute resting her head on your thigh, completely pussy drunk that it made her so sleepyyyy

ok im done.

opiate this hazy head of mine

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: no matter how tired she may be, she just can’t get enough of you.

warnings: smut (MDNI), slight overstim, brief mention of a minor injury, ellie snoozin

a/n: stop this is so cute. ellie b like… eat sleep repeat

Your eyes shoot up from the book in your lap when you hear the door to the room open, knowing exactly who it is before you even see her face.

It’s at least midnight and it’s almost painful how exhausted you are, but you’d made a habit out of waiting for your girlfriend to get home from patrol before ever going to sleep. As much as you assure her that it’s only because you want to be there for her after such a long day, you know deep down that your own anxieties play a big part in it. Every time she passes the gates to Jackson, there’s a little voice in your head reminding you that this could be the time she never makes it back.

She does, though. Every time. Your luck has been grand so far.

You smile as she trudges over to the bed, flopping down onto the mattress, breathing in the scent of the freshly washed sheets. You set your book down on the nightstand. “Long time, no see.”

“Too long.” Ellie groans, crawling up the bed until she’s settled between your legs, cheek pressing against your upper chest.

You wrap your arms around her and place a kiss on her frizzy hair. “Agreed,” you mumble, “but you know the rules. No outside clothes on the bed.”

Her chest puffs up before she lets out an exasperated sigh. “Come on. You can’t make an exception for me?”

“Not really, since the rule is specifically for you.” You gently push on her shoulders to make her sit up, which she does hesitantly. “Come on. The faster you change, the faster we can go to sleep.”

Ellie grumbles as she scoots to the edge of the bed so she can get to work with unlacing her shoes. While she does that, you stand up to retrieve the pajamas that you had laid out for her; a big, grey t-shirt and one of her many pairs of black boyshorts. You walk over to her and slip her shirt off over her head. “Oh, Els,” you sigh, reaching out to see that she’s got a bruise on her shoulder. It’s a big one and it’s already dark, a pretty mix of purple and yellow. “How’d you get that?”

“Kinda embarrassing, actually– I ran into this tree branch that was sticking through a window. It doesn’t really hurt as long as I don’t move my arm.” She shrugs.

You shake your head as you move down to start unbuttoning her jeans, which are just utterly filthy. Blood, dirt, and some other nasty shit that you don’t wanna know about; you aren’t exactly a clean freak, but you’d be caught dead before letting her stay in these clothes any longer than she has to. You pull her jeans down along with her underwear and pass her the pajamas. “I’m gonna go get a washcloth.”

As you walk away, you toss her dirty clothes into the laundry basket before wetting a rag with warm water in the bathroom, then taking a seat next to her on the bed. She’s already got her pajamas on and is rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes.

“Fuck, I’m tired.” She practically whispers.

You pick up her arm and run the washcloth over any bits of dirt that lingered on her skin. “I know,” you hum, “just want you to be comfortable.”

Ellie watches you clean her off with a focused care, handling her like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment. If it were anyone else, she would’ve gotten pissed off at how weak it makes her feel. But you aren’t anybody else. You’re the only person who can break down those walls she put up with nothing but a washcloth and a fresh pair of pajamas.

When you’re done, you just throw the rag on the bedside table and crawl back up the bed, motioning for her to follow you, which she does without a second thought. She lands herself in the same position as before, just a but cleaner this time; ear pressed to your heartbeat, sighing contently when she feels your arms wrap around her. “Yeah, this is pretty damn comfortable.” She says, though her voice is muffled by your shirt.

“Worth the thirty seconds it took for you to get changed?” You wonder, the snarky tone not making its way past Ellie.

She lifts her head to look at you with a huff. “You’re a lot prettier when you aren’t talking, you know that?”

You reach up to jokingly push her face away from you, but she takes it as an opening to latch onto your neck, chapped lips peppering kisses across your pulse point. Both of you know what that means, and you’d like to stop it before it goes too far. “Oh– Ellie, I think we should go to sleep,”

She hums against your throat, a quiet mm-mmm that shows her determination to finish what she’s started, regardless of how tempted she is by sleep. You sigh out in both disapproval and pleasure; a hypocritical combination that she pretends not to notice. Before you know it, her hands are sneaking under the fabric of your shirt, calloused fingers brushing over the soft skin on either side of your stomach. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You mutter.

Her only response is a quick bite to your neck, causing you to gasp and dig your fingers into her back, but she’s already moving down your body before you can react. Her hands smooth their way to the waistband of your bottoms, which happen to be a pair of her own boxers, she realizes with a smirk. “Come on. You put on my boxers and expected me to not get all hot and bothered?”

“Don’t ever say ‘hot and bothered’ again, but yeah– I know what makes you tick.” You reply honestly. She just rolls her eyes as she quickly pulls them down your legs, helping you kick them off to the floor. Not only can she already smell you, but the sight is enough to make her mind go blank. How are you already so wet? Had you been expecting this?

Her eyes momentarily flicker over to the book you’d placed on the nightstand and sees that it’s a familiar one; the one with a few portions questionable enough that you hurriedly stuff into one of the drawers before Joel or any of your friends come to visit. She grins at the realization. “Holy shit, you’re all hot and bothered too, huh?”

Before you’re even able to come up with another response, perhaps berate her for using that damn phrase again, you feel Ellie’s thumb swipe through your folds to bring some wetness up to your clit so that she can rub it in slow circles. Your hands grab onto the sheets and your legs fall open, making more room for her to lay between them comfortably. “Yeah, you are. Jeez.”

As turned on as you are, you can’t help but worry for her a bit; this is probably the latest she’s come back from a patrol, and if Maria hadn’t lectured her yet, she would definitely be in for it tomorrow. The dim yellow light from the lamp next to the bed gives you a clear view of those bags beneath her eyes, too, as she looks up at you like it doesn’t even phase her.

“Maybe, but you’re tired,” you whine, reaching down to stroke her freckled cheek with your thumb.

“Are you?” She asks.

You tuck some loose hair behind her ear. “No, but still, you–”

Much to your surprise (the best kind, you hate to admit), Ellie cuts you off by replacing her thumb with her tongue, immediately latching onto your twitching clit like it’s her sworn duty. Your hips jump as you gasp, taken aback by the sudden rush of pleasure that courses through you. Her quiet moans don’t do much to help. That hand on her cheek quickly comes up to grab her hair, clearly unsure whether you should pull her away or tug her closer. Either way, she doesn’t budge. You knew she wouldn’t.

Though it still feels good, way too good, you notice the tiredness creeping up on Ellie while she exhausts her last bits of energy into eating you out– slowly, more messy than usual, which is a welcome change. Little do you know, the only thing keeping her from completely dozing off is the feeling of your fingers tugging her hair (and the way your taste melts on her tongue like honey).

Due to this change in pace, it’s easier for you to keep your legs open wide for her, not exactly having the energy to struggle whatsoever and not wanting to tire her any more than she already is. If this is what she chooses to help her relax, then so be it; you’re getting something out of it too, after all.

A few minutes go by before you’re weakly crying out her name. “Els, I’m close,” you say, “just like that, okay? Oh, fuck,”

Ellie gives a tired smile as she pushes one finger into your clenching hole, softly curling it upwards into that spot that knocks the air out of you every single time. That’s all it takes to push you over the edge.

Your hand falls from her head and seeks out her free hand, twining your fingers together as she lets you ride out a gentle, quivering orgasm– but she doesn’t stop there. Of course she doesn’t.

It takes you a moment to process that she hasn’t stopped, even after removing her finger from inside of you. Her tongue is relentless as ever despite the ache in her bones telling her that her time is up.

“Ellie–” You hardly whine out, cut by a gasp. Still, though, you don’t make any attempt to fight back. You just squirm and cry as she licks up the mess she’s made of you with no regard for your sensitivity. It isn’t because she’s feeling mean, though. Just one glance down at her is all it takes for you to understand that she’s really just out of it.

You squeeze her hand each time she moans into you, the once pleasurable vibrations becoming torturous. Not before long, though, those moans turn to whines, then huffs, until you feel her head go limp against your thigh as she licks you one last time before letting out a low hum.

Relief floods you when you think she might just be done for the night

That is, until you look down once more and see that she’s completely knocked out.

Your eyes widen. Her lips glisten in the little bit of light in her room, her hands resting on your hips, cheek smushed against your shivering inner thigh. It’s a beautiful sight, really, but the context makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

Cautiously, you shake your leg, jostling her head and watching her brows furrow at the disturbance. “Ellie.”

Her squinted eyes finally flutter open and meet yours, obviously still well aware of her situation. “What, can’t a girl get some shut-eye around here?” She groans.

You shake your leg again before she can nuzzle back into it, which is her cue to hesitantly crawl up to your side, bringing the blanket over the both of you before wrapping an arm around your waist and burying her face into the warm crook of your neck. “Better?” Ellie questions muffledly.

You reach over to run your fingers through her (now messy) hair, successfully easing her sleepy state of irritation. “Much better, sleeping beauty.”

Though you expect your tease to be met with a dirty look or at least a snarky comment in return, you’re met with a very telling silence. Then, that big exhale Ellie always does whenever she’s completely fallen asleep.

[ranhaitanisgf]

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“just so you know, this is entirely your fault.”

“my fault?! how the hell is an elevator shutting down, my fault?! do you think i spoke to god for a second and said, ‘hey, can you make this elevator stop working right now?’” you argued, sarcasm thick in your voice as you spoke. rindou shrugged nonchalantly, a look of boredom in his eyes. 

“who knows? maybe you’re one of those kinds of people.” 

“i am not, for your information! if anything, this is your fault! if you can recall with your idiotically small brain, you’ll remember that you’re the one who asked for a favor! from me! on a weekend! i should be financially compensated for this!” you exclaimed, pointing a finger in accusation at the boy sitting next to you. “i should still be sleeping right now!! it’s 5 in the damn morning! what was this favor you needed, anyways?!” 

“jeez, you’re so loud.” was all rindou responded with, making you even more frustrated with him. you decided not to respond though, just letting out an angry sigh as the two of you waited for the maintenance people to get you out of the elevator. 

the silence hanging over the two of you in the elevator wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. honestly though, you didn’t really care about whatever rindou wanted, you were just pissed that he was somehow trying to pin this situation on you. 

what have you ever done to him?! literally nothing. you even had the decency to come all the way over to roppongi at 5am to see what he needed help with, even though he always acts like you’re just an annoying thorn in his side. you get that he’s emotionally stunted, but seriously, what was up with him?

a knock from outside the elevator door brought you out of your thoughts, instead bringing hope that you would finally be out of this elevator soon. 

“hello! we are the maintenance crew for this building, and we will get you out shortly! sorry for the inconvenience!” 

“don’t worry about it; thank you!” you called back, relieved. you stood up from your spot on the floor, stretching a bit since you had been sitting for a while. “ugh, thank god! i’m so hungry, i could eat a three-course meal right or somethin’...” rindou continued sitting on the floor, the same stoic expression on his face as the two of you waited for the elevator to open up. he was a bit more quiet than usual, but you wrote it off as him also being tired, (who wouldn’t be tired at this early time?). 

“oh yeah, but seriously, what’s the favor you need? if it’s gonna take long, i wanna get breakfast first.” you asked, a bit more curious as to what favor he was going to be asking of you. 

“you’ll see when we get there.” 

“man, stingy…you can’t even tell me how long it’s gonna take?” 

“no.” you frowned at his answer but decided to let it go for now. 

after a few minutes, you sat back down, wondering how long it was going to take to open the elevator. you wanted to ask the people outside, but you didn’t want them to feel like you were rushing them, so you just sat and waited, feeling a bit awkward with rindou. 

looking at him from the side, you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful. he would probably kill you if he ever heard you say that about him, but in your mind, it was true. it was the first word that came to mind whenever you saw him, no matter how much of an ass he was being in the moment. his tanned skin suited him well, providing a contrast from his blonde and baby blue hair, which always seemed to frame his face damn near perfectly. how was that even possible? there hadn’t ever been a time when you’d seen him look bad, which sometimes made you wonder if he was from another world. 

“you done?” rindou asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“hm? what?” 

“you’re staring at me; it’s creepy.” you scoffed at his words, immediately remembering his personality. 

“yeah, my mistake. you would be prettier if you weren’t such an ass, y’know.” you cringed a moment after you spoke, realizing that your words probably just gave him a major ego boost. 

however, when your gaze cautiously found him again, all you could see was his flushed cheeks and that he was looking away. 

huh? no way…

you reached your hand out, poking his cheek. 

“hey, what’s wrong? look over here.” he continued ignoring you, which made you just want to mess with him even more. “hey. hey. yoohoo.” with each word, you poked his cheek, finding amusement in the growing annoyance in rindou’s face. 

when you went to poke him again, his arm suddenly shot up, hand grabbing your wrist right before your finger was going to poke his cheek. 

“stop.” 

“hmm…?” you could hear the threatening tone of his voice, but all you could see were his red ears. “if i didn’t know any better, i would almost say that you’re maybe…oh, i don’t know, embarrassed? flustered?” at your words, he let go of your wrist instantly.

“whatever…” rindou muttered, turning his head even farther away from you. 

you paused for a moment, wondering if you’d gone too far with the teasing. there was no way, right? ran definitely poked and prodded at his younger brother more than you did, so why was he acting like this? 

well, you suppose that you can make it your problem. 

you leaned your head to the side, resting it on his shoulder as you let out a sigh. you held back a smile as you felt rindou suddenly tense up, his head finally turning back towards your direction, (you found it impressive that he had managed to sulk for as long as he did). 

“you’re so emotionally stunted.” 

“shut the hell up.” 

(the ‘favor’ was having breakfast on the rooftop, but you didn’t end up getting out of the elevator until noon).

[hymnserendipity]

Shibuya Nanami

Spoiler (anime only) SPOILER

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Mention of death, mention of Blood, no gender mentioned, mention of pain

The Shibuya incident recently ended, and you and Nanami are lying on the dirty subway floor, bleeding from the mahito attack that you narrowly avoided while saving your husband. You had told yourself that you would stop being sorcerers but you couldn't help but help that day. Your cursed energy was the last hope you had of saving your love.

Nanami, using his last strength, turned his head towards you.

"‘m…" he coughed out some blood

"I'm sorry…" You reach his hand and take it, interwining your fingers.

‘No...my love. I'm sorry. All i wanted was..... pro....pro...protect you and...’ he tried lifting his free hand to touch your cheek but it was too much, and he looked away from you, a few stray tears falling down his face, same as you.

‘Don’t cry for me… please.’ He let out a shaky breath as breathing and talking had become harder for him. "I will always love you, but you will have to move on." You mumbled as he looked over to you in disbelief because he understood. Nanami just stared at you. his eyes full of surprise and shock, hoping you weren't meaning what he understood.

"No. No, you won't." he spoke to you through heavy breathing, holding your hand tighter.

Your cursed energy wasn't used so much to fight as to heal, taking away part of your lifeblood, and due to the wounds sustained by Nanami it was clear that you would use it all, to end up completely merging with his body to regenerate it. You, coughing, touch his chest, the chest you kissed so many times, and your skin start to melt on his wounds.

Nanami was too weak to move, and his eyes widen when he sees your hand start to melt on his chest.

‘No… no you cant… you’ll die…!’ he tried to sit up but fell back down due to the amount of pain he was in.

"It's okay...." You arm is disappeared already, as he just looked at you… in shock that you’d actually do something like this for him.

‘N-no…’ he started shaking his head, tears building up in his eyes.

"Promise me one thing, my love." he let out a shaky breath as he looked into your eyes

‘Anything…’

"Find someone who will make you laugh." You cover his body in tears as you slowly continuing melting on him.

"Stop! I beg you. I can't do it without you, Y/N!" he could feel himself becoming healed by your sacrifice. He kept shaking his head. "I will live inside you, i'll always be with you." You mumbled on his lips, before kissing him deeply. He just looked at you for a moment. he was so overwhelmed in that moment.

‘No… i can’t lose you… please…’

"Shhh don't cry... Don't cry..."

‘H-how can i not…? y-you’re about to die for me…’ Nanami close his eyes for a second, and then you disappeared. He felt the moment you completely melted, his body was healed, but he wanted you back. He wanted you back, even if it was just to hold you for a second

‘No… please… i need you…" he reached out to where you once were, but he only felt his hand going through the air. He just laid there, his heart completely shattered into a million pieces. in that moment, he felt completely hollow

"No… why…? why did you do this…? i-i need you……’ He put his hands to his ears as he began to cry, his sobs became louder and harder, his body starting to shake

‘PLEASE… I NEED YOU…’Nanami's heart was completely shattered, he let his emotions consume him, and his crying turned even louder.

‘PLEASE JUST COME BACK…’ He shout. But you were gone.

A week passed, or maybe a month, he couldnt tell. He spent his days using your body cream, sleeping on your pillow, eating your snacks, he has basically been a empty shell since your sacrifice, he just sits around in your room, staring off into space. However one thing he did notice, was his scent has changed into yours. Nanami didn’t know how or why it changed but he would sometimes take in a deep breath, taking in that new scent.

[femme-enby]

How tf do people just… not be angry? Not be severely frustrated? Is it my AuDHD? Is it that I was never taught how to regulate emotions & only how to shove them down or go sit in my room for however long it took for me to “get over it” or, again, shove it down?

How do you regulate emotions? Folks say “breathing” but like… I’ll do all sorts of breathing and that ain’t fixin shit. It ain’t doin nothin but wastin time I don’t have at work.

And like… yeah it’s probably the job but everyone basically says “everyone hates their job. If it pays the bills you just take it.” (Which is the problem, ain’t anythin even around an hours drive that’s payin me what I’m making without needin bachelors/masters, which I DONT GOT and CANT GET bc I don’t have the time nor the damn money) but… HOW???

I’m pissed ALL THE TIME. Shit that happened nights ago, STILL PISSES ME OFF. How do you just “let go” of stuff? How do you regulate emotions? I even try telling myself “Look, you know what will keep you employed. Do that. Keep as much as you can on record in case they still try, and just do what you can.” And I know that! Logically! That does NOTHING for the emotions!!!!

I know there are folks who like, go for drinks or whatever. I can only drink occasionally bc that shit fucks up my stomach if I drink enough to even just be a lil relaxed usually, and OBVIOUSLY I ain’t tryin to be an alcoholic.

I know some folks work out, but I walk 20k steps a night. By the end of most nights my shoulders hurt, feels like I did a full arm workout, and it’s all I can do to ensure I at LEAST shower, let alone EAT.

Some folks smoke weed- not an option. All it does is make me sleepy. I’m already tired when I get off work. I could go to sleep immediately, but the EMOTIONS. Weed doesn’t even chill out my emotions, JUST makes me tired and fuzzy in the head.

Plus I need to know how to manage it in the MOMENT too! I can’t exactly spark up in the middle of the store when a manager pulls me away from my actual job to do someone else’s job AGAIN, for the nth time that night.

So… how tf do you manage emotions? How do you “let go” of things in a functional way that isn’t just “STFU and get to the brain box”? Bc I’m over here huffin n puffin and sometimes (partially for comedic effect, partially to get the frustration out) swingin on open air after ensuring no one is even remotely within arms length. I’m so tired. I’m angry and tired. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of being overwhelmed. I need to know how folks (esp AuDHD folks who have felt like this, but atp anything is appreciated) deal w this.

[burningblizzard224]

I wish I knew every version of you

I know one of them, and bits of the rest.

Post 2022, Virgil, you. I know you, I know your favorite sandwich, the way you sit with bad posture, your partner, the way you make box Mac n cheese on thanksgiving, how the wind makes you cry, the light jingle of your bag, how you type, (how you type.), your love for art, your caring for people, how you have a spreadsheet of times youve cried, your pro nouns, your job, your classes, the stress of checking your grades and seeing dollar signs, your laugh, your voice, “yeah?”, how you almost cant help yourself from comforting people even though you’re not always sure how, the way you feel so light in someone’s arms when sleeping yet so present in a hug, the way your face reacts when you say something, how you can’t let go of things, you hold onto anything from a person you care about, how you lay on a couch by yourself because it still smells like them, you don’t like to shower, rather you don’t like committing to a shower, you check apps over and over again even if you know they aren’t going to post, “I don’t know what it is like not to have deep emotions. Even if I feel nothing, I feel it completely.” You’re not very good at sitting in silence, especially being still in silence, you seem so free to me, a bird who’s flying yet has so many threads pulling them back down, while Icarus couldn’t fly to high he also couldn’t fly to low, your voice, I’ve always done voices in my head but yours is different as in it’s not me doing your voice but it’s your voice, your bony hips elbows and knees, you cant lay down on the floor for to long, your bony hips have nerds sitting in a closet from years ago, your room is you, I wish you sometimes wore contacts because I think you believe you look wrong without glasses, you have only finished the cheddars pasta twice, after everything it’s still you.

Thats the only you I’ve known, but I can see the other ones in poems, photos and stories

Circa 2021 Virgil you talk about like a bad phase, who you’re embarrassed about, yet I think this is still who writes most of your poems, your phone is your friend, thats where you can watch a bunch of people play Minecraft and pretend that everything is ok, is he still in your life?, he’s still in your mind today, a ghost who haunts the words that you write, you’re starting to realize how people can lie, why would you lie, this you shaped modern day you more than almost anyone, you didn’t tell your mom about Least Favorite Only Child, you’re not an only child, when’s the last time you weren’t, are you an only child on cookie day?, drunk people scare you, you never liked Derik because of that, your clothes scream at you, has Addison Grace released that song yet?, you have friends yet feel empty, you look uncomfortable at a lunch table at times, why is everything sad, why are all these things sad, why have you become so sad, it didn’t start here, but it’s loud here, it’s so loud, yet no one will listen, why won’t anyone listen?

You did the lip sync every year, I wish I had it my camera roll, you’re different, you’re different from you, from those around you, from wanting a different name that comes from that weird kid show, to your hair, to how you dress, but you still had died hair, you change your name, you say I want sad young but I don’t think you were far behind, you’re fully aware you’re not straight, “she/her” starts sounding wrong, your Halloween costumes always impress me in photos, yet some photos you just look uncomfortable, I know less and less about you the farther we go back, yet I wish I knew every version of you

You eat chocolate so odd, eating the actual chocolate part then the middle, I wonder just how blonde your hair was, your name, I don’t know if I’ve even said it, you listen to your dad’s music in the car, your school has a giant hill in it that sucks, I think we would’ve been friends, I wish we were friends, you really are an artist, and I wish I knew more, you still have many of your stuffed animals, I wonder when you actually got Max, Mim and Jaya, the way you talk about friends is the most i think I hear this version of you, or when talking about your sister, you just want to know your cool sister, she talks about a letter you wrote for her in class, I wish you saw the smile she had on her face when we had that conversation.

[piedpiperart]

I love cats and their weird personalities! Here’s some stories I have:

My cat Toothless sounded so raspy like he was an old man who smoked all his life when he meowed, it was so cute

Starlight chirped like a mouse but she was very impatient and bratty because she would chirp chirp chirp at you and let you pet her until you fed her the food she wanted and then when she got the food she would not speak and not let me pet her at all and try to bite me constantly

Pants was a delightful old man who only meowed once at a time (like ‘meow’ and then a lengthy pause before he did it again) but it was less like a meow and more like a soft ‘honk’ that made him sound like a goose

Midnight was a menace when he meowed, only because he would do it so I would get up and feed him. But he would only do this at night at 11am, then 2am, then 4am and I could never get any sleep because I had to feed this absolute chonker otherwise he would keep meowing at me and smacking my door with his giant paws. Eventually he just kept meowing even after I gave him food because he wanted me to keep petting him. He did not listen when I told him I could pet him all day when I woke up in a few hours, and continued to only come by(he was a stray) at night and I never got any sleep again

Batman never meowed but he did always sit really really close to me when I ate cereal and stare at me until I finished because then he would dive right in and drink as much milk as he could before I could dump it out

Batman used to be a stray too and before he was let inside forever he somehow learned to climb onto the roof and into the one window with no screen on the second floor that happened to be open sometimes and get into the house, down to the first floor and jump on the kitchen counter to lick the butter before anyone woke up (we would wake up to less butter on the counter or catch him in the act)

Applesauce was the cutest little guy that never could meow, but she could hiss. Very happy cat but only hissed, even when she was not mad at all, because that was the only way she communicated. It was adorable

Grace is very cute and I have never heard her meow and her purrs are so super quiet but she also only eats wet catfood when you put a little bit of a specific flavor on the left side of her bowl. I cant even remember how it ended up like that but she won’t eat it any other way for some reason, and won’t eat anything else (no treats either) unless it’s those tuna squeezes gogurt tubes

Mayzie was my grandmas cat and all I remembered about her was that she hated anyone below a certain height. I never heard her meow but she hated me up until middle school when I got above her height requirement because she hated children and has scratched every single grandkid at least twice (my grandma told me later that it all started when one of my cousins grabbed and pulled out her whiskers on one side of her face when he was a toddler and… yeah that’s probably a fair reason to despise all children from that day on)

One of my friends cats (can’t remember the name) had this habit of rubbing her face lovingly against peoples sleeping faces. Like that headbutt, rub their jaw on you kind of ones. The only problem with this was that this cat drooled. A lot. And would drool all over your face at night so when you woke up you would have dried cat drool all over your mouth and chin and cheeks. Especially startling for whenever guests spent the night

Batman again, had a habit of catching wild animals. He usually brought things to me that were dead except… the bunnies. For some reason he would drag these wild bunnies through his cat door and into my room, just to let them go and watch them run around my room frantically while I was sleeping. I would then have to wake up and get out of bed to catch a live bunny and go outside in the cold night to let it free. He was very smug about it and it always surprised me when I came home from school or woke up and there’s a bunny in my room

One of my friends cats, Tux, he meowed a lot but he loved to be held. He was a gigantic cat however, and so often when he tried to scale you like a tree it was very painful because his claws had to really latch on to hold his full chonker body. So you really just had to pick him up whenever you saw him getting ready to climb you. Problem though was that Tux was also a drooler, and had no problems rubbing his droopy face over your face or dripping drool on your shirt as he purred from atop your shoulder. Though for me it was more like he was half perched on my shoulder and whatever rest of him couldn’t fit (most of him) I was supporting in my arms.

Solstice was a beautiful stray that was pretty skittish and while I’d never heard her meow, she purred so freaking loud. Once she started getting closer she realized she loved being pet and would do these cute little tippy taps with her paws like she was doing biscuits while standing. She would not sit still either and had to do a 360° circle turn in between each time I pat her

Pants was very nice and was usually the only one who let me hold him like a little baby. My roommate however wanted to hold him but she underestimated how chonky he was and nearly dropped him when I handed him to her

Pants once showed up at my door looking worse for wear, wouldn’t let me get close, and I could hear him breathing heavily. I was worried! Until I realized this was not Pants and actually just an older cat that looked like pants. My roommate and I named him Suspenders and we suspected he was Pants’ father.

Sus(penders) wasn’t around often but my roommate has informed me that his voice is raspier than toothless, and he will only come by in the early mornings. This makes my roommate uncomfortable sometimes because she calls her parents outside in the mornings and she tells me he just stares at her for over a half and hour just breathing heavily while she’s on the phone. I think it’s hilarious

Ninja Puff was a very very chonky cat and his belly would brush against the ground when he walked- but he could never resist sneak attacking any cat (usually his sister cupcake) that he saw at a distance

you're telling me people DONT like when their cat is talkative?? you don't like meow meow?? mrrp? mmrp?

[dancedance-resolution]

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TW ///

I AM SAFE NO NEED TO WORRY I JUST NEED TO GET THESE THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD AND GIVE THEM TO SOMETHING OTHER THAN MY NOTES APP

the other member of my household has a cold now and i’m so fucking angry lol. moralizing health status is fascist shit and I Will Not Do That but i have to keep reminding myself that because really i feel like punching him in the face and moving to alaska. i am so tired of masking religiously and washing my hands constantly and avoiding communal surfaces and putting in so much fucking effort to avoid illness and these people are unwilling to do something as simple as mask. how selfish are you that there is a member of your household who is immunocompromised who you say you love and who is begging you to take basic fucking precautions and you cannot find it in yourself to give a singular fuck. i have been sick for two weeks i missed thanksgiving with my grandfather for the first time in my entire life and i am acutely aware i don’t have many more left with him. i have missed work and school and time with my loved ones and i am so angry about it, i am SO ANGRY ABOUT IT, and the thing is he wasn’t even going to tell me he felt sick bc he “didn’t want to freak me out.” I AM SO ANGRY. i can’t continue to live like this being constantly vigilant only to come home and be exposed to everything i work so hard to protect myself from. I CANT KEEP DOING THIS. SOMETHING HAS TO CHANGE. I REFUSE TO LET THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME and yet i have no options what the fuck am i supposed to do i already mask in my own house half the time am i supposed to never touch anything. never leave my room for food from the kitchen. never interact with anyone besides my gf who takes communicable disease equally as seriously. financially i am tethered to these germ sacks. i do not have any choice but to keep going and i know i need to keep perspective things could be so much fucking worse i have it so fucking lucky i am so privileged and blessed and also im fucking angry. i don’t have a solution. i don’t know what else to do. AND IM TIRED OF HIM TREATING ME LIKE SOME LITTLE BITCH FOR TAKING MY HEALTH AND MY FAMILYS HEALTH SERIOUSLY. he is trying his best and i am just hungry and anxiety makes your body worse at fighting germs so i need to calm the fuck down and eat something except oh right the kitchen is covered in his germs. I AM SO UPSET. AND I FEEL LIKE WHAT IS THERE LEFT TO DO EXCEPT SIT HERE AND CRY AND BE MAD AND REPEAT THIS PROCESS ALL OVER AGAIN WITH THE NEXT ILLNESS THEY BRING HOME. this is also why i dont think i should have kids i dont know if i want kids but kids get sick so often and i am a dick when ppl around me are sick im mean i’m objectively a bad family member when you are sick and i don’t want a child growing up thinking that it is shameful or a moral failing when they are sick and that they only deserve love and respect if they are healthy I WILL NOT LET MYSELF BE A FASCIST FREAK ABOUT HEALTH i will not betray everything i believe about SYSTEMIC PROBLEMS and the importance of addressing PUBLIC PROBLEMS like PUBLIC HEALTH at the INSTITUTIONAL LEVEL rather than personal blame and also. and also. TW HERE STOP READING. i can know that and believe that and carve it into my fucking skin and still feel like this you know actually maybe i need to try therapy again bc it is not healthy for me to feel like harming myself bc my step dad has a minor cold. the more i type out the more i realize that this is increasingly looking like a me problem. SIGH also i need to eat what the fuck do you eat when you can’t go to the kitchen except i can go to the kitchen i can wear my mask and wash my hands and wipe down whatever food i grab it is a mental thing rn but yeah i feel like i can’t get any food and also i feel like i can’t stay here tonight. i am in a separate room with the door closed i am safe i am okay and also i feel like i need to go sleep in the car and be freezing all night even though sleeping in the car when it’s 20f out is objectively way more dangerous for my health than staying in my safe room and i guess thats the whole self harm thing. not going and grabbing a pbj from the freezer rn is that whole self harm thing and just because a m

OMG HIT CHARACTER LIMIT FOR ONE PARAGRAPH LOL I NEED TO STOP DWELLING ON MY ANXIETY LOLOLOL

[baroquebucky]

first name basis

in which only you can call bucky by his first name

word count: 1.6k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope ur all well <33 thank u to this request for this v fluffy fic <333 hope u guys enjoy ! sorry for any typos :P

It was quiet, the soft pattering of raindrops on the window and the city ambiance filled the Brooklyn apartment. It was somewhat empty, but Bucky had said it was just because he had just moved in. You knew he was lying.

The two of you were sat up with your backs against his headboard, scrolling through channels to find something to watch. He had an arm around you, holding you close to him. You were leaning into him, your head lightly resting on his chest.

“there’s never anything good on anymore” bucky grumbled and you smiled.

“you sound like an old man” you chuckled, taking the controller from his hand and flipping through channels, finally settling on some nature documentary about lions.

“i am 106, you know that right?” He teased you and you rolled your eyes, elbowing him lightly and causing him to groan dramatically. His antics made you elbow him even harder, laughing as he pouted at you.

“oh boohoo” you teased him, sticking your tongue out. Bucky gasped, eyes widening at your actions.

“i cant believe you” he frowned, smiling as he tackled you and caused you to fall over, he pinned your hands above your head, looking at you with soft eyes. “you’re gonna pay y/n” he smiled, peppering kisses all over your face before finally gently placing his lips onto yours.

It was a soft and tender kiss, nothing but pure love and sweetness. The kind that you smile into and blush while your lips are still connected, the kind bucky always wanted.

As the two of you pulled away he wasted no time in pulling you to his side, leaning against his headboard and letting your head rest comfortably on his chest. It was quiet, neither of you speaking and just focusing on the lions on tv, occasionally making comments about how cute the cubs were.

“your middle name is actually Buchanan?” You blurted out, causing bucky to jump a bit. He looked at you confused before nodding his head.

“yeah it is, why?” He smiled at your question as you thought silently.

“dunno, it’s just, Buchanan” you giggled and bucky blushed.

“are you making fun of my middle name?” He asked, trying his best to hold back the smile on his face and you shook your head quickly.

“no! i mean, a little bit i guess” you laughed and bucky smiled brightly at you, loving the sound of your laughter.

“i can’t believe you” bucky frowned and you pouted, moving up to kiss his jawline.

“oh angel, you know your middle name doesn’t change a thing between us” he smiled at your words, loving the way you so easily caved. “tell me your full name” you smiled at him, “wanna hear you say it” you giggled and he rolled his eyes before sighing.

“James Buchanan Barnes” he spoke, his voice smooth as he stared at you, a smile on his face when you hummed.

“James” you spoke, the name rolling off your tongue like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Buckys heart raced, his face flushed and his stomach was in knots. “you know that’s a lot better than buchanan” you teased, craning your neck a bit to look at bucky.

“say it again” he whispered, his heartbeat in his ears as you looked at him confused.

“that your middle name is ridiculous?” you smiled and he shook his head.

“no doll, my name” his voice was soft, just above a whisper.

“James” you repeated the name, smiling at the bashful smile on his face and the way his face flushed as you spoke his name.

“‘t sounds nice when you say it” he mumbled, his face was hot and you scrambled to sit up, cupping his face with one hand and kissing his lips before speaking up.

“well, how about we toss bucky out the window and i call you james, yeah?” You suggested and he nodded, smiling at you before crashing his lips onto yours.

Bucky didn’t know what it was about it. Maybe it’s because you were the only person since steve to make him feel like himself and not like an ex assassin. Maybe it’s because you helped remind of who he was, not the winter soldier but James Barnes. Maybe it was the way you said his name and it sounded as sweet and smooth as honey. Bucky didn’t know and he didn’t really care much, he just knew he only wanted you to call him that.

“hey guys!” You smiled as you and bucky walked into the compound hand in hand, giving the team a small wave before you and bucky headed into the kitchen.

There was some big game on tonight and the team was having a watch party, everyone gathered into the living room excited as they watched some pregame stuff. You and bucky were working in the kitchen, you had offered to make dinner so you wouldn’t have to pay an absurd amount for some takeout.

The sound of the tv was quieter and you and bucky were quick to take out all the ingredients needed from the kitchen, placing them on the counter. Bucky loved helping you cook so the two of you moved easily together in the kitchen.

Sam and steve walked into the kitchen, smiling as they saw you cooking, the smell of the food in the air.

“you guys need any help?” Sam asked, looking at how easily you and bucky handed things off to each other.

“could you help set the table up? the forks and spoons are over there” you smiled and Sam nodded, grabbing the stack and handing the forks to steve. “James can you pass me some of the salt please?” You asked, not thinking twice, bucky handed it to you with no hesitation.

Steve and Sam were grounded in their spots, shock on their faces as they processed your words.

“did- did you just call him James?” Steve asked, brows furrowed at you. You smiled at him and chuckled, completely confused as to why it was such a big deal.

“yeah, why? I do it all the time” you shrugged your shoulders, bucky had a bashful grin on his face, grabbing some cups and shoving his friends away and towards the table. Steve and Sam looked at bucky as he set some cups down on the table with them.

“so they can call you James but when i do it i get a knife two inches from my face?” Sam spoke crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at his friend. Bucky rolled his eyes, ignoring him and going to get more cups.

“can you tell everyone the foods ready?” You asked bucky, grabbing the plates and placing three filled with food into his arms. He smiled, kissing your temple before heading to the dining room.

“foods ready!” He called out, you could hear the team cheering as they all sat down around the table, excited to eat.

“james can you come get these please!” You called out, everyone whipping their head around to you.

“wh- James? You call him James?” Rhodey scoffed and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“well yeah that’s his name isn’t it” you laughed and he nodded quickly.

“i called you that one time and you threatened me” Rhodey spoke and bucky blushed, taking the plates from you quickly and rushing to give everyone food so they would stop talking.

“glad to know I’m not alone” Sam laughed, looked at Rhodey, natasha nodded.

“he told me to not call him that” steve frowned and you felt your face heating up.

You were the only one that called him James. You could feel your heart fluttering as you locked eyes with bucky, smile on your face when he walked over to you to get the plates for you and him.

“didn’t know you were so protective over your name buchanan” you teased and he rolled his eyes, the rest of the team already eating and talking amongst themselves after you told them to hurry and eat before the game started.

Bucky smiled and snaked his arms around your waist, leaning down and kissing you softly, the two of you smiling into the kiss before pulling away.

“only like it when you say it doll” he whispered and you blushed, heart skipping a beat as he kissed your forehead and let go of you, carrying the two plates in his hands and leaving you in the kitchen. You but your lip and smiled, following him quickly and eating with the rest of the team.

While steve and Sam cleaned the table up and tony and peppered filled the dishwasher you cuddled up with bucky on the couch, eyes closing when he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i love you” bucky mumbled and you smiled, “love you so much y/n y/l/n” he spoke, kissing the top of your head.

“and i love you so much james bucky barnes” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before cuddling back into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

His stomach fluttered and his heart skipped a beat. Sure it had been thousands of time that you had spoken his name, calling him james in any and every tone. But everytime he found himself blushing and smiley, he found himself wanting to hear you say it again, and again and again.

Maybe it was because you helped ground him. Or maybe it was because you helped him become himself again.

As bucky looked at your breathing peacefully on his chest, drifting to sleep despite the the cheers from the rest of the team he realized why he loved hearing you say his name.

It brought him back home. And home was here, with you.

It was with you and his family as they watched a game together, huddled together and squished into three sofas.

[walkingdaryls]

what i honestly think it would be like to date loki

btw to those who have sent me requests...i see you! i promise. i’ve just been a bit unmotivated at the moment. so here’s this for now i guess LMAO

lemme just say right now...actually getting to the point of dating loki would take a long time

a LONG TIME

the enemies (but not rlly enemies) to allies to friends w tension to yearning / crushing on each other to lovers type thing

i mean have u seen how loki grew up??? he has major trust issues and doesn’t get close to people

i think it’d take a few years of extreme slowburn, arguing, and yearning w one another until feelings actually start to show

loki wouldn’t be afraid of staring - or eye contact, tbh

you’d just be sitting at one of tony’s famous parties, feeling slightly out of place while standing amidst a group of people avidly telling their own stories (let’s be real...it’s mainly tony talking)

and for just a quick second you let out a small comment that earns a couple grins and chuckles from the people around you

the conversation moves on, but you can’t help but feel loki’s intense gaze on you

and he doesn’t look away for a good ten seconds

or maybe you’ll just be eating dinner and loki will carefully watch you with soft eyes from across the table

he analyzes everything about you...

the way you raise a quizzical eyebrow, the way you avert your gaze away from him when his flirty comments make you nervous

the way you flip the pages of your book gently

the way your body just naturally leans into his touch

he notices everything.

everything.

loki most definitely is not a PDA person in my opinion . like at all

but the one thing he ALWAYS does. like ALWAYS, is have one hand placed gently on the small of your back

as a way to always somehow be touching you, and letting you know he’s there

(and ofc letting everyone else know)

but when alone, i honestly do think that touch is one of loki’s main love languages

he’s always touching your mf NECK

you don’t know why, and neither does he

but he’ll just come behind you and gently brush any hair to the side, and run his chilly fingers down your neck

or he’ll place a gentle kiss on your neck’s sweet spot after anything (after a heated make out session, after saying good morning, after dinner, ANYTHING)

he’s a neck guy ok i’ve decided

i also feel like loki is the type to act all macho and tough but he’ll be like

“actually, my dove, i guess you could paint my nails. i guess we could match. only green, though”

also this is a lil NSFW but loki is 100% INDEED A GOD NOT ONLY IN THE STREETS, BUT IN THE SHEETS AS WELL

he puts his powers to good use if ya know what i mean

seriously though, he worships you. WORSHIPS YOU. not only your body, but your mind, heart, and soul as well

anything intimate he goes into with pure passion because he believes it intertwines your souls together even more

ALSO i literally believe that loki, in the late hours of the night, while you two are sleepy in each other’s arms under the dim moonlight, will braid your hair gently

he’s quite good with his fingers

in more ways than one

after kissing you, loki likes poking you gently with his nose, then completely leaning into you, and pulling you into a tight embrace

i don’t see him as a huge cuddler while sleeping, but he ALWAYS is either holding your hand or having his arm/hand on you SOMEWHERE at least

always touching u!

now i know this is kind of depressing, but there would definitely be fights occasionally between you and loki

sometimes loki cant watch his tongue, and you end up storming out of the room in tears

or even if it’s something about him going out on missions and doing reckless shit and you’re TIRED OF IT

and he gets too defensive and you both end up stressed out and w raised voices, so you just storm out

but he never. EVER goes to sleep mad at you. he did it once and woke up feeling terrible and vowed to never let you two go to bed angry

by the end of the night, he’s kissed you wherever you’ve got tears falling, and whispers “im sorry, my dove” “forgive me, please”

you guys kiss a lot

like a lot

loki loves going on walks with you. it’s just something you’ve both normalized in your day to day routine together

you like to call loki “shakespeare” bc mf can be so dramatic sometimes and recite goddamn poems to you out of nowhere

but you honestly love it

LMAO sometimes i feel like during a make out session loki will just softly bite your ear for no reason

the first time u were like??? but you’re into it

you and loki out in public literally look exactly like that one picture of natalia dyer and charlie heaton

ya know...the one of them walking hand in hand on the streets, resting bitch faces, dressed all in black, big ass sunglasses, sharing earbuds

you guys truly are that couple

i feel like “mirrors” by justin timberlake just fits the relationship vibe. do u know what i mean?

BATHS TOGETHER. ALL THE MF TIME. he just loves skin on skin

loki loves you so much

like loki iS SO reserved around people (other than you) but if someone asks about you he will literally spill his heart out, talking about how you are truly an angel sent from heaven for him

he only has eyes for you. forever and always

soulmates

[arhvste]

❝ the morning after ❞

ft : suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, kozume kenma, asahi azumane

warnings : sfw but suggestive - implied sex [night before]

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> sleeps in with you

-> neither of you are in a rush to get up and you’re both tired

-> he’s lazy but he has stamina and that’s evident from last night

-> around 11:30AM he’ll grunt at you signalling he’s awake

-> “oi, you awake?”

-> his voice is heavy with sleep and his hands are already looking for your body

-> eventually you’ll stir awake and find your bodies been shifted so you’re back in his arms

-> suna is naturally warm so his body heat is transferring onto you keeping you satisfied in his arms

-> “morning rin” you’ll mumble tiredly back at him

-> the second he hears your voice he’s got a lazy grin painted across his face

-> “wanna get up in a minute?” he’ll ask

-> what he means is he wants breakfast

-> but he’ll be the one cooking so don’t worry

-> he’ll slip his large t-shirt over you to keep you covered and carry you on his back downstairs before sitting you on the kitchen counter

-> lucky you, you get a nice view of his bare back whist he cooks

-> he’ll still be yawning and stretching whist he’s by the cooker but then he hisses slightly

-> why?

-> because you left some angry marks on his back last night >:(

-> “i’ll take care of those after breakfast”

-> your reassurance is cute because he doesn’t actually need treatment but the fact you’re willing to take care of him is precious to him

-> “you gonna take care of me yeah?”

-> pretty side glancing at you in his shirt

-> he wants to tease you, he really does

-> but he just can’t stop himself from losing himself in the sight of you sat on the kitchen counter with one of his shirts covering you while you tiredly rub your eyes

-> he’s so whipped

-> too whipped in fact because he loses concentration of everything else

-> “rin, you’ve seen me with and without this shirt many times now focus”

-> “nah, i like the view”

-> “and i like my eggs preferably not burnt.”

-> he looks down at the pan, and you’re right

-> “worth it”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> he’s up early no matter what his late night activities were

-> and he would be up on his morning run right now but there’s something stopping him

-> you cutely curled up beside him in bed

-> you’re not even awake and yet you still have control over him

-> he just sighs and hopes you wake up soon so you can both shower together

-> although he loves making a mess with you, he loves cleaning it up better

-> he’s literally itching for a shower by the time you stir awake

-> see, he actually waits for you to wake up because he respects he wore you out last night

-> “good morning princex, shower?”

-> he’s already scooping you up from the bed before you even have a chance to respond

-> yourself and sakusa have a very spacious shower room

-> sakusa isn’t a fan of those tight little single showers so he made sure to purchase an apartment with nothing but the most luxurious bathroom layout and facilities

-> please, you even have one of those tile benches installed in the shower

-> and this is perfect because sakusa loves washing your hair for you

-> his fingers are perfect in your hair as he works in the products you use and throughly washes it after

-> he’s very gentle and after washing you down you do the same for him

-> pressing wet kisses along your shoulder blade and collarbone, he loves the feeling of your hands lathering soap across his body

-> he would argue that the activities the morning after were more enjoyable than the activities in the bedroom

-> but they’re both important to him in different ways

-> the soft mutters of “i love you” and “thank you” are exchanged between the two of you as he handled you gently

-> will carefully lead you out the bathroom and sit you down by the big vanity in your room before pulling out a hair dryer

-> the two of you take self care importantly and make sure to take care elf one another accordingly

-> mornings after with sakusa are slow but very intimate

MIYA ATSUMU

-> an early riser but will sleep in the next morning

-> he honestly just wants you close to him for as long as possible

-> he’ll joke about going for a morning round but really he just wants you cuddled up close to him

-> slow kisses always occur when it comes to mornings with him

-> he doesn’t care that it’s mid winter and the two of you are still naked

-> he’ll get his morning kisses one way or another so as soon as he stirs awake he’s trapped you in his arms so you can’t leave him

-> presses kisses along your shoulders and back as he waits for you to wake up

-> honestly, he’s just in love with you all over again

-> who allowed his s/o to be so perfect even first thing in the morning :(

-> “morning tsumu” makes him perk up everytime

-> “mornin’ doll”

-> doesn’t care how awake you are, the fact you’re speaking tells him you’re awake enough for a slow make out sesh before getting up

-> these types of kisses arent like the ones from the night before

-> they’re equally as special but they’re different

-> these kisses are slow and meaningful, he’s making sure you’re aware of how gentle he really can treat you

-> they’re a reminder that he does think you’re special and he does care and want to keep you safe

-> his love language is physical affection and he tells you he loves you through the long and slow kisses he forces you to crave more of

-> after a while you will tell him it’s time to get up though

-> he’ll whine but oblige and get up and out of the covers revealing a very naked atsumu

-> “like what ya see? we can always go for another round if ya-”

-> “get in the shower and i’ll see you downstairs for breakfast in 10.”

-> “yes angel :,)”

KOZUME KENMA

-> waking up at the same time as kenma is a blessing and a curse

-> he loves that he gets to wake up and see you at the same time you see him

-> but he’s also not prepared to be met with his naked s/o first thing in the morning

-> he won’t even look you in the eye

-> “kenma, are you okay?”

-> “you’re um naked”

-> “yes?”

-> “aren’t you cold or something maybe you should put something on”

-> “but just a few hours ago you were eating m-”

-> “JUST PUT SOMETHING ON!”

-> he’s so embarrassed but it’s only because you both know the effect you have over him

-> you just laugh and call him a baby

-> but maybe you should’ve just stayed naked because he’s even more flustered at the sight of you in his sweater

-> your naked body is under that :0

-> he wears that sweater when he streams too :0

-> scandalous >:)

-> “take it off.”

-> “but you just said t-”

-> “kitten please, you’re doing it on purpose”

-> he’s so flustered and it’s all your fault

-> he’s so worried he looks weird in front of you but honestly it’s cute seeing him so vulnerable

-> you just pull him back down under the covers to sleep for a little longer

-> and who is he is deny when you’re clinging to him in his sweater like that

-> looking down at your precious face too

-> how is he ever meant to say no to you

-> and honestly sleep sounds so desirable right now

-> maybe when he wakes up he’d be more prepared for the sight of you in his clothes

-> he’s just so in love with you and he loves and hates that you have this effect over him

-> but he’s glad that it’s you that has this effect on you and only you

ASAHI AZUMANE

-> you are not getting up early in the morning

-> actually, you’re not getting up at all because you ache

-> and it’s a pain because you wake up before him

-> so you’re just kinda sat there waiting for him to wake up

-> when he does wake up he’s met with a small smirk painted across your face

-> “morning?”

-> “i cant move”

-> “please don’t say it like that!”

-> he is so apologetic

-> he didn’t mean to hurt you and besides you were technically asking for it :(

-> but he will pamper you because he feels horrible

-> even if you tell him it’s okay he won’t listen and he will treat you the way he feels you should be

-> he’ll keep you in bed and go make you breakfast

-> any mail is brought up for you to read in bed

-> any water or coffee you require he will bring

-> “baby i’m not sick”

-> “but you can’t move and it’s my fault”

-> please dhsbdjebd

-> he will be like this for most of the day until you insist you feel better

-> constant apologises are given to you throughout the day despite the fact you promise you’re okay

-> he feels so bad oh :(

-> reassure him enough and he’ll start to believe you though

-> also reassure him it’s not his fault because he will be mentally taking note for the next time you guys ya know >:)

-> “why do you ask for it if you know it hurts the next morning”

-> and he has a point

-> “because it’s worth it”

-> that’s always your argument

-> and besides if that’s why you want from him at the time he won’t deprive you

-> you just have to promise to let him take care of you the next morning that’s all

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[nootnootpinguuu]

Best Friends? ( Taehyung x Male reader )

Y/N and Taehyung had been Besties since Diapers. What happens when Y/N feels jealous when Taehyung starts dating a girl called Leslie. Find out in this one shot Summary Top Taehyung Bottom Y/N Mentions of slight smut but not that much. A lot of Kissing Fluffy and Angsty

Third Person POV

Panting and running that was what Y/N was doing. Footsteps crushing the branches and dead leaves on the soil. He can hear the panting of someone behind him chasing after hi. Y/N finds a branch that leads to the top of a tree and climbs on it. He reaches the top and stops and looks down to see a black mop of hair down standing without looking up.

Y/N POV

“Where the fuck did you go Y/N” Taehyung said from down.

“Ha bet you can’t catch me loser” I sneered. Taehyung looked up and saw me hanging on a branch. A smirk made up to his face. I gulped knowing my time is over. He jumps on a branch and continues to climb up. I tried to jump but alas I fell on the ground. I tried to get yup but Taehyung jumped from the tree and landed on top of me and caged me in.

He leaned towards my ear and whispered. “Gotcha Baby”.

I giggled and we both got up from the ground and dusted our pants. The sun was slowly setting from the distance.

"I think we should head back home" I said. Tae nodded his head.

"Your home? or Mine?" He asked me .

"Yesterday I was at your home so today mine! Plus my mom said to invite you over while she and dad arent at home" I said.

"Really? they aren't worried we would do something that would end up the house in flames? or worse... have sex?" He told whispering the last part in my ear. I grabbed some mud and splat them at his shirt.

"HEY!?"He yelled.

"Thats for making weird comments about you and me that will never happen" I said

"That was my favorite Gucci shirt!" He pouted.

"You can wash it up at my home" I said. We both went on foot to my house since it was nearby. Soon it was night and by the time we went to my home it was nightfall.

Taehyung was in the bathroom washing up while I was cooking up some food for us to eat. I was mixing the sauce for the Pasta when a ding was heard from Taehyungs phone . I ignored it . The bathroom door opened and out came a shirtless Taehyung in sweatpants and wet hair.

"N/N~ can you wipe my hairrrr`" He whined. I rolled my eyes and I saw his abs were glistening . I gulped and smiled and gestured him to sit on the floor while I sat on the couch to dry his hair. Taehyung's phone kept sending notifications on and on.

"Tae your phone is going crazy" I said and handed him the phone. When he opened it I saw the name "Les" on the screen. I ignored it and Soon Tae's hair was dry.

"Tae you wanna eat?" I asked. Tae didn't even look up from his phone and I felt a little sad.

"Tae do you want pastaa?" I asked again but this time too he didn't reply not even a nod. He was laughing at something on the screen. I sighed and kept the Pasta plate near the coffee table if he needed to eat.

"The Pasta's here you can eat while its warm" I said and ruffled his hair.

"Yeah yeah whatever N/N" He waved about. I felt a pang in my chest. I just smiled weekly. I went to my room with my plate of pasta and ate in silence. Tae didn't even acknowledge me. I felt tears streaming down my eyes but I wiped them quickly. I brushed my teeth and went downstairs to see Tae but was surprised to see him gone.

"Tae? Tae Tae? Taehyung?" I called for his name. I got a notif on my phone and saw that it was Taehyung

Tae :I had to leave cause a thing came up Me :Oh okay

I felt sadness. Tae ditched me for some other matter and he didnt bother to even tell me through his mouth. I locked the door and went upstairs and cried myself to sleep.

3 weeks later

fast forward and Tae has been hanging out with this girl called Leslie he met in English class. Whenever I ask Tae to come hang out he would be like too busy or so.

"Tae do you wanna go eat hot tteokbokki today??" I asked him hoping he would say yes.

"I cant Y/N I am meeting Leslie today to go to the arcade" He said

"Well can I join you?" I asked

"No" He said. What he said caught me off guard. whenever he hangs out with his other friends he usually lets me tally along.

"Why though?" I asked trying to keep my tears in.

"Well Leslie wont want you to join us and yeah its sort of like a date and Leslie is the hottest girl in town so I wanna make this worthwile" He said.

"So this is what it is isnt it? Your ditching your friend since diapers to a girl? I cant believe you Tae. Honestly this wouldnt have been a big deal but you have been hanging out with her too long and you never make time for me." I said tears streaming down my face.

"Dont be jealous cause you cant get anyone" He sneered.

"Jealous? JEALOUS? YOU THINK I AM FUCKING JEALOUS!? HAHA I AM NOT JEALOUS YOU PRAT I AM FUCKING DISSAPOINTED AT MYSELF FOR EVER BEING FRIENDS WITH YOU" I screamed at his face.

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N . ALL YOU EVER DO IS WHINE AND WHINE AND CRY LIKE A CRY BABY JUST FUCK OFF FROM MY LIFE" He yelled right back at me. I did the unthinkable. I slapped his across the face and ran out of the now silent cafeteria.

Few hours later

Right now I am at home locked in my bedroom. Crying looking at the pictures of me and Taehyung. It was past nine and I am hungry af. Perks of crying too much. I was fixing up some ramen when my phone went off. My ringtone blaring . I opened it to see who the caller was and it was Taehyung. I rolled my eyes and answered the call

"What do you want now?" I asked in an annoyed tone

"N/N can I com- come- to you-r ho-house" Tae said hiccuping. It seemed like he was crying.

"Oh my god what happened" I asked

"can I come please" He sobbed.

"Of course" I said and ended the call . I put my phone on the table when the door bell rang. well that was fast. I went to open the door and saw a wet Taehyung with bloodshot eyes. He hugged me very tight and cried into my shoulder.

We were currently sitting on the couch with me cuddling Tae . After I got him to calm down he blurted out everything that happened. Apparently Leslie had only used Taehyung for fame and money. Taehyung caught her kissing another guy at the arcade and ended up here at my house.

"I told you not to trust her" I told him

"Can we not talk about her but just us" He said. I hummed and went to the kitchen to cook ramen. I sent Taehyung to take a fresh bath after getting wet so much a hot bath deserves him. I was cooking the ramen when two long veiny hands wrapped around my waist. I was turned around and now my back was slammed against the counter and I was facing a shirtless Taehyung. His abs and ripped chest just centimeters from my face and his arms around my waist.

"You know Y/N I've been thinking you were always there with me since day 1 so you wouldn't mind me doing this would you" He said. He pulled my closer and slammed his lips onto mine. I tensed up at the sudden act but soon melted into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. Soon we were making out.

I jumped and wrapped my legs around his sturdy waist while his hands were holding me by the thighs. We broke apart and were panting.

"I like you- wait screw that I love you Y/N.. wanna be mine?" He asked me.

"Do I look like a fool to reject such an offer?" I rolled my eyes and slammed my lips against his and we both kept making out again. Soon my t shirt was removed and we were both shirtless.

"So wanna take this to the bedroom?" He smirked. He and I both knew what he was talking about.

"You know how to read my mind Taehyungie" I moaned into his hair.

"Oh you are not gonna walk for another 2 weeks babe" He growled.

.............................................

"And that is how I met your father" I said telling to my 2 adopted kids.

"Woah so you both were friends?" Asked Taewoo

"Best friends?" implied Hyerong

"Yep" I said . "Anyways your father would be here any minute okay?"

"Yes Dad" They said in unison. The door opened and in came Taehyung back from work.

"Hey baby" He said and kissed me . "Hey kids" He said and ran to his kids. I laughed at the sight of my Husband , My best friend playing with our kids.

THE END

[judeswhore]

a father’s comfort - mason mount

prompt 15 “i cant sleep”

soft domestic mason making me feel feral

It had only been an hour since you’d actually put Wren to bed. Mason had tucked her in tonight, reading her a short story from her favourite fairytale book before she’d drifted off halfway through and he’d left with a soft kiss to her hair. Reading bedtime stories to her was one of Mason’s favourite things. Football meant he spent a lot of time away from the two of you and so any spare second he could squeeze in with daughter, awake or asleep, was spent wisely.

You and Mason had tucked yourselves up on the sofa, one of the Halloween films playing on the TV, a blanket shared between you and a bowl of popcorn resting on Mason’s lap. He had you wrapped up against his side, his fingers running through your hair as the two of you relished in the little moment of peace you’d found.

“If Jason came looking for you I’d have to leave you.” Mason told you, grin evident in his voice.

“Of course you would, Jason is like 6’6, how tall are you again?” You felt a slight tug at your hair and knew you’d hit a nerve. You tilted your head and placed a row of kisses along his jaw. “You could beat Jason if you wanted to. Size doesn’t matter.” You smirked against his jaw and you felt him shake his head, knowing immediately that he was rolling his eyes.

“Size has never been a problem with us though has-“ Mason’s words were cut short when the living room door creaked open and both of your heads whipped around to see your three year old daughter making her way inside, teddy tucked into her side and a soft pout on her face. She rushed over to the sofa and Mason just had enough time to move the popcorn out of the way and pause the TV before she was crashing against you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing up? Wren, baby, what’s wrong?” She buried her face in your throat and you sent Mason a look of alarm.

“I can’t sleep.” Her voice was muffled and Mason lifted his hand to run through her hair, coaxing her out from hiding her face.

“Tell daddy why you can’t sleep.” He encouraged, tapping his finger softly against the underside of her chin. Wren reaches for Mason’s hand, clutching his much larger one in her tiny one.

“Our house is going to eat us.” You furrowed your brows at this, unravelling your arms from her so she can sit in your lap but with her legs in Mason’s.

“Baby, our house can’t eat us.” She pouts her lips a little more.

“But Uncle Dec showed me a film and the house started eating people.” You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the sound of Mason’s best friends name, not even surprised that it was something Declan had done to her.

“Uncle Declan is gonna get in trouble from mummy.” You promised as Mason leant forward and kissed her forehead.

“It was just a movie, bug. The house isn’t going to hurt you.” You ran your hand over her arm, lifting the blanket so you can drape it over her shoulders.

“Promise?” She held out her pinky finger in her fathers direction and you watched the soft expression that spread across his face. He lifted his own pinky and locked it with hers, smiling down at her.

“Promise. Come here.” Wren shuffled out of your lap and settled into Mason’s, her head tilted back to meet his gaze. “And even if a house came alive and tried to bite you, daddy would stop it. Show it who’s boss.” Wren let out a little giggle, leaning forward to rest her head against Mason’s chest, her hand on his arm.

“You wanna stay here and watch a little bit of Tangled before we put you back to bed?” You asked, reaching over Mason’s lap for the remote. Wren nodded her head enthusiastically, wriggling in Mason’s arms until she could settle on the sofa between the two of you. You quickly pulled up Tangled, pressing play on the movie as Mason draped the blanket back over the three of you.

“See, I always keep my favourite girls safe.” You grinned at him, brushing your fingers through Wren’s hair after dropping a kiss to her head. She suddenly held both of her hands out to either side of herself.

“Hold.” You caught Mason’s eye roll even as the two of you took hold of each of her tiny hands.

“So demanding of you, young lady. You have an attitude exactly like that mother of yours.”

[nctsplug02]

Can I request make up sex with johnny? They had an argument before thank you

[6:28pm]

Genre: angst and smut

Pairing: husband johnny X chubby reader

You don’t even know how this argument even started, all you remember is Johnny coming home from work and you said something that triggered him. “And be a little bit more like a housewife! When I come home I should come home to the house smelling like good food but does the house smell like good food when I get home, no!”

A housewife, you remembered when he told you that you didn’t have to do all that. “I thought we could just order in tonight since there’s no food in the house! I’m sorry, I haven’t gone shopping for groceries yet.” You tried to stay calm unlike him, yelling. “Yeah, we don’t have food in this house because your fat ass can’t stop eating it all!” Your shoulders slumped, and your heart started to ache and clench.

Johnny realized what he had said and noticed how you got silent. “Wait, y/n, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean anything, I swear—!” He came closer to you but you took a step back. The man you love just reminded you of one of your insecurities. “Im going to bed.” You rush past him to the guest room. “Y/n, wait please—!” He hears the door slam and then silence.

Did he just hurt the love of his life?

He quietly walks upstairs and knocks on the guest bedroom door. “Baby.. please, I’m sorry.” He whimpers and tries to twist the door knob but it’s locked. He knocks again, hoping you’d open the door. “Please, I didn’t mean anything I said.. I just.. I said it out of anger..” he slowly slides down the door and leans his head against the door. “I’m sorry..” he apologizes once again.

——

It was already 11:27pm and Johnny was still talking from the other side. “And then after our date we got ice cream and walked around for a bit until we got tired.. hah.. can we just go back to that night?” You were quietly sobbing on the other side, covering your mouth as you listened to Johnny tell you about your guys past together before getting married.

Your eyes go wide when you accidentally sob a bit too loudly. “Oh no, baby, please don’t cry— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m sorry I hurt you.. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His heart ached so bad, it felt like someone ripped his heart out and chopped it up into pieces. “I’m really sorry.. please open the door so I can hold you, I don’t want you to cry..” tears ran down his cheeks as he rambled his mouth.

——

Hours went by and Johnny was still sitting outside of the door, but he was asleep. It was already 1am so he was tired, the crying took him out. You needed to be in johnnys arms, you missed his warmth, you missed his strong arms holding you to sleep. You got up and unlocked the door, as you were gonna twist it open, you hesitated, why? You shook it off and opened the door.

You gasp and jump back when Johnny falls in through the doorway. “Hey.” He stands up and clears his throat, his lips curling up into a small soft smile. You frown and jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Take me to bed, please?” You whisper, digging your face into his neck. “Yeah, okay, yeah let’s go to bed.” He slowly brings you to your shared bedroom and sets you on the bed.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. “I’m sorry.. please forgive me.” You turn around to face him. “You really hurt me, like really bad. You know how insecure I am, johnny, but get you said something about my weight. You know I struggle with eating.” He kisses your lips. “I know and I’m really sorry. I’m really really sorry.” He hugs you tightly.

“Please don’t think I said it because I meant it, I didn’t I swear. I was just so mad, I—I don’t know what triggered me.” Your head was hurting enough, you couldn’t cry again. “I hate you.. so much.” He laughs and sighs. “I love you too.” He kisses your forehead nonstop. “If you love me so much, show me, show me you love me.” He detaches himself from you and sits up.

“Okay, lets go, lets go to the place we went to on our first date. Let’s go get some ice cream like we did several years ago and then lets walk around—.” You sit up, shaking your head. “I meant for you to rail the shit out of me but that can be after you rail me.” A smirk starts to form on Johnnys face.

He hops off the bed and goes to your side, lifting you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom. “Why here?” He sits you on the counter and kisses you, making you shut your mouth. “You’ll see why.” He pulls you off the counter and yanks your shorts off. He looks at you through the mirror with a uneven smirk.

He hooks his fingers around the bands of your panties and snaps them back. He spreads your legs apart and cups your pussy, your mouth carelessly lets out a little moan. “Mm, princess likes that? What about this?” He slaps your clothed pussy making you gasp. “Oh, so she does?” He smirks and slaps it again, your body jerks forward as he does.

He starts to rub your clothed clit with his fingers, the more pressure he used, the more wetter you got. “already wet, mm?” He teases and slowly pulls your panties down. The cool breeze brushing against your wet pussy and causes you to shiver.

He licks his lips and rubs your ass, your panties not in his focus anymore. You yelp when he slaps your ass, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain, of course you can handle both.

“My princess ready to be fucked?” You nod with a needy whine. He scoffs at your neediness and undoes his belt and pants. He pumps himself a bit but pumps himself too long that you became more hungrier and needier. “Please, johnny—! I cant wait any longer!” You whined and swayed your hips waiting for him. “Such a pretty ass of yours.” He hisses and then bites his lip.

A gasp leaves your lips as he rams his cock in you. “F—feel so full—.” He shoves his two of his fingers in your mouth, shutting you up. “Yeah? Feel full by my cock?” You nod and suck on his fingers. “God, you look so fucking sexy and so fucking breedable.” He moves his hands down to your neck and squeezes it.

As he pumps himself in and out of you, he uses his free hand to continuously smack your ass. Your pussy clenches around johnny as his smacks grow harder and harder. “Joh— johnny—!” You sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. “What’s wrong, baby? Cant take a little pain?” Your ass red as wine, your legs quivering, knees buckling.

He holds up your jaw up and looks at your through the mirror. “Look, look at yourself, baby.” You look to see yourself all fucked up. “So fucking beautiful and fucked up, god.” Your cheeks covered in streaks of tears, drool dribbling down your chin, and your eyes turning pink.

Johnny smacks your ass again, snapping you out of your thoughts. You clench around him which makes him groan. “God, I’m gonna fucking cum—! F—fuck!” He grips your hair and pulls it back when he releases himself inside you.

His sloppy thrusting slowly down, his grip on your hair getting looser, his groans becoming lower. “Oh, did you think I was finished with you?” He asks you when you attempt to push him off you. “You a—aren’t?” He lowly laughs and shakes his head. “Nope, we still have a long way to go, love.” You whine when he smacks your ass and starts to rub his hips again.