#I poured my gushy mushy feels into it

[heya-moth]

DID SOMEONE SAY BOOKER X GRUMLEY????? 👀👀👀

OH YES!!! *toady voice*

Yes yes yes Booker x Grumley the bestest of Ships

Little bastard man x Himbo

For you my dear Anon here is my silly fluff oneshot

Quiet night in

Word count: 1,102

Ship: Booker x Grumley

Fandom: Uprooted (LoA)

As another day closes upon the Dimwood, our not-so-heroic heroes, Booker and his dear companion Grumley, find themselves in a cozy hotel in a beautiful giant old oak tree. It was a warm summer evening and a perfect night to enjoy dinner outside as the sunset.

Booker sat with his plate and cup. "I'm glad they gave you the soldier discount when we got here; this place normally costs a fortune!" He looked up at Grumley, who was already chowing down on his soup and sandwiches.

"Me too," the pug said between bites of his sandwich, "I'm glad you corrected me when I slipped up."

"Yeah, of course, I always have your back." Booker smiled kindly. "Oh, hold on."

Booker leans in close, very close. Close enough to kiss... Grumley blushed and smiled, leaning in himself. Booker gently puts his little raccoon hands on Grumleys face and slides his fingers under two of his folds. Bread crumbs and bits of food fall as he does this.

"You got food in your folds again," Booker said with a grin and a chuckle.

Grumley frowned a little, "I thought you were gonna kiss me."

Booker chuckled even more before giving the pug a quick kiss; in turn, Grumleys little tail started wagging, and he smiled.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot the kiss tax." Booker laughed a little, loving how Grumley just lit up every time they kissed.

"Yes, you have! Constantly! You're in kiss debt, Booker!"

"oh no! How much do I owe?"

"oh! uhm..." Grumley thinks for a moment. His face gets even more wrinkled than it was before. Booker takes a bite of his sandwich.

"About 20," Grumley smiles.

"20?" Booker asks after swallowing.

"Yes 20!"

Booker grins and sits back in his seat. "Oh, alright. I guess I can pay off my debts when we get back to our room, " he says in a playfully sarcastic tone.

Later, Booker and Grumley made their way to the hotel room. Grumley walked over to the bed, and with his armor still on, he fell over on his stomach and started to fall asleep.

"oh no, ya don't." Booker hummed and lifted him back up to his feet

"Wuh-huh?" Grumley snorts and looks at Booker

Booker snickers and starts to carefully pull apart Grumley's armor. "Let's get you out of this heavy suit of armor, Grum," he says softly with a smile.

"Oh, uh, all right." Grumley yawned and helped his partner take off his armor. Booker smiled gently as he removed his clothes.

"WOAH! Booker I-"

"Calm down, Grumley. We need to take a bath." The raccoon cuts off his partner's stammering. “I know you're not ready for anything like that." He smiles and gently pets the pug's face.

Grumley's tail starts to wag as Booker pets him. "Oh right, bath," he smiles a little.

"What am I going to do with you?" Booker chuckled as they made their way into the hotel room's bathroom.

It was a decently-sized bathroom made of stone and oak. The wash tub was porcelain and sat flush to the floor with a "waterfall" to fill the tub with two colored ropes to activate hot or cold water.

Booker gently pulled on the red rope. As he did this, a rush of hot water started to pour from the top of the "waterfall" into the washtub.

Grumley watches in amazement. "That's lovely.." he said softly.

Booker grins and lets go of the red rope; he feels the water and pulls his hand back quickly.

"When they said they have hot water, they weren't lying!"

"Did you burn yourself?" Grumley asks, grabbing bookers hand gently

"Yeah, but I'll be fine." Booker smiles as he rubs Grumleys palm with his thumb.

Grumley nods and pulls the cold water rope until it is suitable for both of them.

The two got in and washed up. Booker helped wash Grumley's folds and his back, giving him sweet little kisses whenever the pug leaned into his touch.

"Let me help," Grumley suddenly said, spinning Booker 180 degrees.

"Woah, Grumley, I don't need help," Booker said, caught off guard.

"Well, I know that," Grumley hummed and got soap in his hands, gently lathering on Booker's back as he spoke. “But you're always helping me, so I thought I'd return the favor." The pug smiled brightly, his tail wagging, making the water splash around it.

Booker blushed as his tail started to sway back and forth. " Oh well... thank you, Grumley." Loving how his partner gently scrubbed and washed his back, he felt so relaxed and calm. Booker started purring lightly.

"I haven't heard you purr in a while, Booker," Grumley said with a wide smile.

Booker chuckled awkwardly as he blushed again. "Well," He clears his throat, "it's been a while since I've been this calm and happy."

Grumley lights up and rinses Booker off, using warm water to remove all the soap from his fur. The two soon get out of the bath; Grumley shakes off the water from his coat, soaking the bathroom in the process. Booker chuckles and shields himself from the water assault with a plush towel. He handed one to his partner when he was done.

"I should probably clean my armor." Grumley sighed softly.

"Eh, it's gettin' late. We can worry about it in the morning; let's get some sleep, big guy." Booker smiled as they walked back into the room.

Booker handed Grumley a pair of sleep pants and a plain white shirt. Grumley grumbled as he put the clothes on.

"Oh, hush," Booker chuckled as he wore his pajamas. Grumley huffed before flopping onto the bed with his back. Booker snickered and crawled into bed with him. Cuddled up to the pug, he gently started to rub Grumley's tummy.

Grumley gasps and looks at him with a grin

"You're such a good boy~" Booker purred softly

"I am?" Grumley asked with a big ol smile.

"Yes, you're the best boy." The raccoon grinned and leaned up to his face.

Booker leaned in and gave Grumley a little kiss. "one."

"What are you doing?" Grumley asked

"Paying the kiss debt," Booker replied before kissing him again. "Two."

Another kiss, "three."

"Four"

As he was getting kissed, Grumley reached up and put his hands on Booker's ears, gently petting them with a smile. This continued until Booker reached twenty. The raccoon pulled away from Grumley and snuggled back into his arms with a quiet yawn. Grumley gently wrapped his arms around Booker and yawned in response.

"Goodnight, Booker."

"Goodnight Grumley"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[bloodibambiidoll]

Pour Some Sugar On Me

(Older!Alpha Eddie x Omega!Reader)

Summary: It’s been four months since you’ve been mated to Eddie in secret. When he takes you to “Lovers Lake” for a picnic and tells you he’s never hooked up there, it’s only right that you remedy that. WK: 1.8K

Warnings: General Omegaverse behaviors, scenting, knotting, biting, unprotected sex, outside sex, pet names, a whole lotta gushy mushy fluff. No physical descriptions of reader besides her outfit but she does have the nickname “sugar” 18+MNDI!

A/N: SURPISEEE SHAWTY!! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a ST fic but I randomly got the spark to write this today! This is set in the middle of Everlasting Sweeheart before Sugar’s dad finds out about them. Older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple.

You’ve been seeing Eddie in secret for about four months now and it couldn’t be more perfect. Aside from the fact that it was a secret. It was hard, having to hide your mate from everyone in your life. The only person you’ve told is your childhood best friend but she lives states away. A few of your employees asked about your mark and you brushed them off, not wanting to go into details. You haven’t seen your dad since that day at the shop, the day you realized that Eddie worked for him. You missed him, and you hate sneaking around behind his back. Even though it was your idea to wait, you were ready to tell him. But your mate? He wasn’t quite there yet. So you decided not to push him for now and to just enjoy your little bubble.

Today Eddie has something “special” planned for the two of you but refuses to tell you where you’re going. He does this with every date, plans something elaborate or something as simple as a movie night at home. But it was always romantic. He put a lot of thought into these dates and it made sneaking around infinitely easier on you. On those days, it feels everything and everyone but you and Eddie cease to exist.

“Alright sugar pie, you ready?” Eddie yells down the hall, you made him leave the room so you could get ready because you had a little surprise of your own. He didn’t tell you where you were going, but he at least told you that you were riding on his bike and not in one of his cars. So you’d know what to wear. And it just so happened you had the perfect outfit.

Thus far he's only seen your softer side, your little mini dresses and Mary Jane’s with ribbons tied in your hair. Which was great for when you worked at the bakery, comfy shoes, easy movement, kept your hair out of your face. But there’s a whole other side to you he has yet to discover. You were raised by a biker, after all. You look at yourself in the mirror and smirk. You had even styled your hair differently and your make up was darker than your everyday look. Eddie was going to shit.

“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” You exit the room and Eddie’s jaw literally drops and his keys that were dangling from his fingers fall to the ground.

“Sugar… you look…” his eyes roam your figure, drinking in every inch, every detail. The glossy leather of your thigh high platform boots. The little black ripped jean shorts. The tiny little white tank top. And last but not least? You’re wearing a fucking leather battle jacket. “Wow. You look so fucking sexy. Did you get new clothes?”

“Nah. This is stuff I’ve had forever. I actually started this jacket back in highschool and have gradually added to or changed it. I feel like you’re forgetting who my dad is, Eddie bear. Have you ever looked in my closet? There’s more to me than you think.” You approach him, running your cherry red fingernail along his jaw, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“You’re telling me my little sugar girl has a bad ass rocker side I don’t even know about?” He grips your hips in his large ringed hands, pulling your body taunt against his.

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.” You pull back, shooting him a wink. “You ready to go or are you gonna stand here and ogle me all night?”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna ogle you alright… but, I’m ready to go.” He gives your butt a little pat before leaning down to pick up his keys. “Come on, get your sexy ass out the door.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going. You don’t have to be pushy.” You tease, giggling as you connect his lips to yours.

Eddie drove his bike to the edge of town, turning down a dirt road and stopping when he reached the lake he apparently nicknamed “lovers lake”. He had a whole picnic packed tightly in the seat compartment of his motorcycle with all your favorite foods and treats. He even brought little candles and wine.

“This is nice Eddie, it’s really pretty here.” Your head is resting on his shoulder and you smile up at him sweetly.

“Yeah? I’m glad baby. Used to come out here in highschool in my van. Open up the back and just smoke and think, enjoy the silence. Figured it would be nice.” He smooths a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“All by yourself? You didn’t bring any girls out here? That’s why they call it lovers lake, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully.

“Ha! No, definitely didn’t bring any girls out here. Teenage Eddie wasn’t very popular with the ladies.”

“Hmm… that’s too bad, seems like a nice place to get your guts rearranged by a hot metal head, if you ask me.” You rest a hand on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That’s how you ended up where you are now, bent over Eddie’s bike, your shorts discarded on the ground somewhere, panties pushed to the side and his tongue buried as deep inside you as possible. He insisted you keep the boots and the jacket on because it was “really doing it for him”.

“Fuck baby, you always taste so sweet.” Eddie mumbles against your core, the vibrations causing you to moan out. His skilled tongue pushes you closer to the edge with each passing second. He leans down to take your clit between his lips as his thick digits circle your entrance. He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right so they brush against your sweet spot with each stroke. It has you seeing stars, your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers he feels like they’re going to get pushed out.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Eddie! Feels so fucking good, you always make me cum so good. Want your cock.”

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not fucking done with you yet.” You hear the sound of his belt, followed by his zipper. He pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, taking it in his hand and running it through your slick folds. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad alpha, want your knot.” You whimper as you push back against him. He pushes into you in one breath taking thrust.

“Ah fuck, you’re always so god damn tight.” Eddie pushes his hips flush against yours, his tip brushing against your sweet spot. His hands grip onto your ass, the cool night air making his rings cold against your skin. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks while he starts to rock into you slow and deep, teasing you.

“Eddie, faster, please, go faster.” You bounce back against him, your ass jiggling deliciously in his tattooed hands.

“Yeah? My pretty girl wants it faster?” He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, the sound of his hips clapping against your ass echoing through the trees. He starts to fuck into you hard and fast, your upper half resting against the plush bike seat and the tips of your boot clad feet are the only thing touching the ground.

“Mmm alpha, I need your cum. Need your knot. You make me feel so fucking full.”

Eddie leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, making his cock thrust even deeper inside you. One of his hands snakes around you to rub your clit while he brings his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses along the expanse of your throat. He shoves his nose into your scent gland and inhales, your sugary sweet scent sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You smell so fucking good omega. My omega. My sweet girl.” He nips at the skin of your neck before biting down, latching his teeth to your skin. It’s all too much. It all feels too good. The speed of the circles on your clit increases and that’s all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

“Ohmygod! Eddieeee, mmm fuck.” He fucks you through it before leaning up off of you to chase his own high.

“This pussy’s so fucking good. Tastes so sweet. Sucks me in so good. So tight. Fucking made for me.” His eyes don’t know where to settle, his thick cock disappearing into your creamy walls over and over again. The way your back is curved from how you’re bent over his bike. The way those fucking boots hug the top of your thighs.

“Give your cum alpha, fuck a pup into me.”

“Oh god.” His hips slap hard against yours a few more times before he’s pushing them flush against your ass, filling you with ropes of his cum. His knot starts to swell inside you and he goes to pull out so you aren’t stuck in this awkward position until it goes down but you just hook your leg around his, keeping him in place.

“No, I want your knot, Eddie. I’ll stay like this all night just to have it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You let out a little whimper that turns into a loud moan as his knot pops inside you. The feeling sending you into another mind blowing orgasm. Eddie leans his chest down against you again so he can leave loving little pecks against your cheek and rub his nose against your throat.

“That was so fucking hot.” You giggle, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, it was, but now we’re stuck like this. So I’m gonna need you to stop laughing or we are going to be stuck here all night.” Eddie chuckles as he leans into your touch.

“Just fall back on your ass, it’ll be fine.”

He leans up, gripping your hips as he lets his ass fall back onto the ground. He lands with you on top of his lap with a gentle thud.

“Guess this isn’t so bad.” Eddie cups your cheek, turning your head to the side so he can connect your lips in a passionate kiss. No matter how many times he kisses you like this you think it’ll still make a bomb filled with butterflies go off in your stomach.

“So… how was your first lovers lake hookup?”

“World altering. Wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else. I love you, sugar.”

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You giggle fondly, taking his face in your hand.

“You’ve seriously gotta stop with that cute ass giggling or I’m just gonna have to fuck you again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want?” You raise a challenging eyebrow at him, a smirk spread across your lips.

“Ohhh you’re in for it now.” He grabs your hips, manhandling you onto your hands and knees with his knot still inside you. “I can stay here all night.”

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[bridgetoesoteria]

💌💟Realistically...What would they write in a love letter to you?

Surpriseee bish! Here is my double post as puh-romised. Its spring break, I aced my midterm, I had a nice lil chit chat with my crush where I high key let on to having feelings . *ahem* Now I wanna smoke and pull cards with my internet besties <3

So, I don't like those mushy-gushy readings that tell you the most ideal outcome, not the most realistic outcome. I am hoping to channel an authentic "letter," from the person you are here for.

Options are left to right. I hope it resonates 🥰

Pile 1

4-card spread: Page of Swords, Girl w/ Violin, Strength, The Sun. BOTD: 3 of Swords

I just want to see you happy. I hope you know that. I miss the feeling of you holding me. I think about all the times, I got to hold your hands in mine. I think you are amazing and angelic. If I ever seem difficult, or like I am pushing you away, its just because I don't want to hurt you even worse. You're the whole package. You can shine with or without me.

If there is still bad blood, I will make it right. At least that's what I think about doing. All the time. Can I step up? Can I really have my happy ending; The car, the house, the family, building a life together. I need to get over my cold feet, because the only person I see is you.

P.S.

I love your eyes. I love how much hope I feel when I look into them. I love your hair, especially the length/thickness. I love how balanced you are, and how you can consider different points of view. It has taught me to be more compassionate. It has taught me to care about someone other than myself. You show me that I can get over my demons. We could be a power couple.

(If you have a "butt chin," your person loves this too lol)

Pile 2

4-card spread: 8 of Swords, 9 of Swords(R), 9 of Wands, The Star. BOTD: The Emperor

This person is definitely very attracted to you, but we are here for a love letter, mkay? Not a sext.

I don't know why you are acting like you don't want me anymore. You better not be giving away my ____ to anyone else. I want to be with you. I consider us to be a couple, no matter what happens. If you question where my head is at, my loyalty is with you. I don't want to see you with anyone else. I hate thinking about you being out there, living like you're single. I think about us having kids, animals, a family life. (If you already have kids they want to keep the family together).

I am working on my temptations. I know I need to be more responsible and I am willing to do that. I want to try having self-control. If that means cutting other people off, or waiting until you are comfortable being physical, I will do that. I respect your boundaries. You have every right to have them. I know you are just trying to love yourself. You should always stand your ground...even with me.

P.S.

You have a beautiful heart. You are so nurturing. You keep everything flowing. You completely fulfill me. You are more than enough. You definitely know what you are doing. I wouldn't have taken you for a "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" type.

Right now, you probably are focusing on yourself. I hope you find the happiness that you are looking for. After pouring into everyone else so much, I hope you will start pouring into you now. I hope you will be receptive to all the good things you deserve.

Pile 3

4-card spread: Ace of Pentacles, 6 of Swords, Page of Cups, The Empress. BOTD: Justice

I can't figure you out. And its...amazing! It keeps everything so fresh. Maybe you don't feel like you are being mysterious but you are. I want to know what goes on "behind-the scene." I don't mean that in a pervy way. I mean, I want to know who you are, where you come from, what is currently going on in your life. I want to make the cut. Do you ever think about what your favorite diamond cut is? 💎

(Where ever your connection is, move up a step. This is not a literal proposal for everyone)

I want us to be on track. If I have to apologize, I will do that. I want to finally start something new. I want to make you feel like the king/queen that you are. I want us to be happy together. Especially if we are expecting 🤰

P.S.

Can I just brag on you really quick? I love your face shape. I love when we lock eyes. I love how you style your hair, even if I have never said so aloud. Even if I tease you about it sometimes. Its cute and so you. Everyone says we (would) go well together, and I have to agree. We could be our town's MGK and Megan Fox 🤣🤣

On a more serious point, you make me want to do better. Internally, I always feel challenged by you. I have my old beliefs, and then there's you. You make me want to throw out all the BS I believe about myself and start valuing myself more. I see how magical life can be, because I see how many miracles happen when we are together. I know I can do better.

Pile 4 4-card spread: 8 of Wands, 10 of Wands, The Emperor, 8 of Swords. BOTD: Ace of Swords.

(Your person could actually be the type to spill their feelings over texts or in the notes section of their phone)

I think about saying this all the time. I build up the courage to start typing, but I can never hit send. I just feel this lump in my throat. I'm a man! (or they are just someone who suppresses their emotions). I shouldn't have all these feelings. I feel overwhelmed by my attraction, my thoughts, my unexpressed feelings.

That's kind of what I grew up with. It was normal. People call it "traditional." I always thought (one of their parents, but I am really getting mom) could do better. Why are you still with them? I don't want that to be you. I don't want that to be our story. You always carry yourself well. I'm proud to be with you. I know you're a catch. I know you are the full package. I can't let you go. Please reconsider. I want to be with you.

P.S.

I hope you're getting rest. Don't lose sleep over me. Which is hypocritical, because I stay up thinking about you. Don't be scared...but I may have watched you sleep. I like how peaceful you look. I feel like I have privacy to fully process my emotions. I look at your face and I think about all the possibilities. It makes me nervous. If I have made a proposal of some kind, maybe to reconcile, I hope you sleep on it before you make a decision.

Pile 5 4-card spread: King of Cups, 4 of Swords, 9 of Wands, The Sun. BOTD: 8 of Swords

I think a lot of you are asking about a feminine energy, but flip the roles if needed. You could be the feminine energy being described, so maybe they want you to know you are "seen". It just started raining, so that makes me feel like this person is definitely more on the feminine side, or in touch with their emotions. You could both be young, or they're younger, or someone has a baby face.

I think about you all the time. Even when I am sad. I don't know if you know how much I struggle. My mental health isn't always in the best place. But you take my mind off of everything. I love when you look deep in thought. I come up with all these random ideas about what you could be thinking of. If you are away getting better, overcoming an ED, I hope you are being strong. I look forward to seeing you again.

You make me so happy. I miss being playful and messing with you. I could see us having babies. I think I would be a great mom/dad. But I know that's daydreaming and wishful thinking. I don't always understand your moods or what you want from me. Could you make it clear without it becoming an argument. I don't want to make you upset.

P.S.

You are soo pretty. I think your haircut really compliments your face. I love your side profile too. You are so smart. You know so much about the world around you or you are always willing to learn. I am impressed by your writing and/or creativity. I love everything about you. If I were an artist, I would make a portrait of you. You would be my muse. I just want you to know how special you are. You are 1 of 1 forreal. I am so grateful to have ever met you. You bring so much joy to my life.

Whew. GD! That was a lot lol. This took me two days. I am going to relax and enjoy the start of Spring Break. Whoop whoop 🙌

And don't laugh at me...but I just discovered archives so I might stop updating my masterlist, since you can find all my readings there too.

Lastly, I am also doing personals if you have not heard! Take a gander.

~ K

[watcherwatts]

happy (very late) 32nd birthday ryan !

i dont have the energy for words, to get all sappy and write a mile long post about how goddamn much ryan bergara fucking means to me, so instead i did it through the one way i know how to truly express myself. i poured my heart and soul, all those mushy-gushy feelings, into this drawing. i squeezed it out of my brain as fast as i could, i even started working on it before the 26th, and it still popped out late. but thats okay. anyway, happy birthday ryan, tumblrs favourite little meow meow <3

@wearewatcher

[gabzlovesu]

MY EVERYTHING

nanami x reader

warnings: mushy gushy feelings, borderline poetry tbh, semi-public sex, creampie, no dialogue during smut...

my submission for @misss-chrisss's getaway collab! i tried something new for my writing style so i hope you all enjoy. and don't forget to check out the other amazing collab pieces!

When you recited the words “until death do us part” on your wedding day, you didn’t think working so much would be your husband’s demise. You could see his job wearing on him physically and mentally, coming in the door with his tie already loosened while his shoulders drooped from the weight of the day. He beelines straight for the bed, not even bothering to take his clothes off, and you just watch from the doorway thinking about how much he deserves some peace and quiet.

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

It was an innocent question, one that rolled off your tongue with ease while you mindlessly traced random shapes on his chest. An arm that was draped over your shoulder gives a gentle squeeze before moving to rub soothing circles on your back.

I’d go anywhere, as long as it’s with you.

His answer made you sit up, giving a little room between your bare chests that were once pressed together. You needed to see if there was a hint of doubt, but you only found him peacefully sleeping. As you return back to his chest, a small smile spreads across your lips at his comment – Nanami could still make you giddy and flustered like a young schoolgirl 5 years into your marriage.

You expected to receive a rather wordy phone call from Nanami while you were out running errands the next morning, something about how you impulsively booked a getaway trip to Malaysia without talking to him. But he actually sounded… happy, which had you concerned if it was really Nanami on the phone. The truth was that he knew there was no time to argue. He had to pack his things for the flight that was within a couple of hours.

And that’s how you ended up in Malaysia. For the past few days, the two of you have disconnected from the rest of the world and sought refuge in a nice villa in the tropical country. It was a much-needed reset and allowed you time to focus on each other without distractions.

“What are you smiling about, Kento?” You reach into the fruit bowl on the table next to the hammock and throw a grape at his forehead. When it hits him dead on, he drops his smile and gives you a light pinch after cutting his eyes at you. “Tell me all of the juicy secrets you’ve written in your journal.”

“You know I can’t do that, love. And wouldn’t that take the fun out of all this?”

Journaling was something you have been doing since the beginning of your marriage. Every day for the past five years, you’d sit down together and write something for that day. As you poured your hearts out, the two of you have accumulated quite a large stash of notebooks, each page filled with the sacred words that resided in your hearts and minds. But the most important detail of it all was that the other wasn’t allowed to see what you wrote. It was for your eyes only. People tend to be more genuine and honest when they don’t expect anyone to look on with prying eyes.

“I suppose. I guess I’ll just die without knowing,” you let out a dramatic sigh and pretend to be sad.

Nanami chuckles, shaking his head as he continues to write. “Shouldn’t you be writing? I’ve seen you write one word in the last 10 minutes.”

“I’ve written more than that for your information.” You look down to count them – okay, you only had 4 words but that was all you needed.

Nanami is my light. He is the light that brightens your world. He is the light that guides you to better days. And most importantly, he was the light that made you feel warm and safe. Even the sun seemed dull in comparison.

You swing your legs over the side of the hammock and stretch a little before rising. “Well, you’re just gonna have to finish later. Get dressed so we won’t be late.” Usually, Nanami was the one doing the rushing, reminding you of the time and watching you get dressed for whatever you had planned. It seems as though the roles were flipped today.

“Alright, alright I’ll be ready in a few minutes. How about you keep sitting here and look pretty for me, okay?” When you dawn a bright smile, he gives a quick kiss before disappearing into the house..

It wasn’t until you looked down to put on your sandals that you noticed his journal lying on the ground. Thinking nothing of it, you pick it up, accidentally revealing the words he had jotted down moments prior. You didn’t intend to read them, yet you couldn’t get yourself to stop either. With every word, you felt your body grow warm and those familiar butterflies in your belly.

When the two of you had ventured off from the tour group, finding a grotto hidden behind the waterfall, you found yourself replaying the words you had read while your lips interlocked with his.

She may have my heart but she is my soul.

You could feel him pouring his heart out to you without even saying anything. The way his hands smooth over every inch of your body until they settle on your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. The way he robbed you of oxygen by stealing kiss after kiss, never giving you a chance to breathe until he felt your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. Even now as you both pant, warm breath fanning over your glossy lips, his eyes are trained on them as he desperately waits for more.

She keeps me sane and drives me insane at the same time.

It was an amusing irony – how you completed him and made him feel whole, despite losing himself every time he settles into your gummy cunt. He doesn’t mind though. If feeling this good meant giving in to you, then he would do it every time without hesitation. And no matter how many times you cried out his name, or how many times his lips landed on your skin, there was always more he wanted to give.

I could say that she is everything I have ever dreamed of, but no one could ever fathom a dream like her.

He watches you writhe under him. Pupils blown wide yet his vision was foggy from the heavy arousal. If being here with you was a sick and twisted dream, then he never wanted to wake up. All he could focus on was you: how you peer over your shoulder with soft, pleading eyes, you crying out an affirmation of love, and your warm cunt that keeps sucking him in deeper. His tight grip moves from your waist to your chest and he pulls you impossibly closer. It was perfect – the way his body framed yours and moved in a steady rhythm.

She is more than my world…

Your manicured nails cling onto the rocks in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. The cold water crashing against your hot skin did nothing to stop your mind from drifting off. Nanami had already let go, his sloppy thrusts going unchecked as he mentally checks out. His fingers carefully toying with your clit was his invitation for you to join him. He wanted to feel the way your tight cunt flutters around him when you reach your climax – a feeling that never got old and always made him cum. And when you finally do tip over the edge, he holds your trembling body flush against his chest and tells you for the milltionth time today that he loves you.

She is my everything.

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[gorbo-longstocking]

Hey! Omg I love the way you write out the skeles! Never had Tumblr so idk how to ask exactly, but do you have any relationship HCs with G!Sans? He's always been my favorite!

AAAA thank you thats so sweet! you asked just fine dw! here you go :D

- g is a traveler, he’s always on the road going from one town to the next. he never stays somewhere for long, it’s not often he finds a reason to. the first night he meets you, he decides to check into the motel for a week. he tells himself he’s just fascinated by the town’s history, and for all his intelligence, he’s stupid enough to believe it.

- everyday he spends in the library pouring through public records and every night he finds himself at that shitty old bar he found you at. he doesn’t like the drinks or the food, but by the stars, are you fascinating. he’s enraptured by every word you say, no matter how inane. g never believed that television could be so exciting, but when it’s from you, he’s never experienced a story so great. later, he tried to watch it in his free time. it was better when you talked about it.

- he’s slow to pick up on his feelings, far too slow. the week is over in a flash and he can’t figure out another excuse to stay in town. you sort of invite yourself along with him, he’s been flirting with you pretty heavy (something fun and noncommittal he says) but his intentions are easy to see through. g is a loner, so he surprises himself when his grin stretches from lazy to borderline beaming at your declaration that you’re joining him.

- i hope you like 80s dad music, that’s all he listens to, on cassettes no less. he likes to make his own mixtapes and finds himself making one full of every silly ass mushy gushy song he can think of. ones that he can’t help but think of you when they’re on. one night, after you fall asleep, he calls his brother to complain about how stupid you make him. ace just laughs, and it’s then that g realizes that you are far more than a friend and have been for a long time.

- after that, he doesn’t beat around the bush. you wake up the next morning to a breakfast of fast food and g asking if you wanna go on a date. admittedly, things don’t change much after the two of you become official, you may as well have been dating since you left. he’s a bit more physical, kissing you in public (he tastes like smoke and listerine) or even sharing his jacket with you, which he was previously very protective of.

- he’ll play that mixtape for you on the radio as you tear down the road. you will get no hints as to what it is, you’ll have to figure it out for yourself. it’s not hard considering “for y/n” is written across it in sharpie. if you bring it up to him he’ll flush a bit, playing off his embarrassment with flirty remarks. dig your heels in and tease him about it, it’s one of the only times you’ll get g flustered. he’ll throw his head back and whine, eventually locking himself in the bathroom until you stop pestering him. he can dish it but he can’t take it.

- song that reminds me of him for x reader moments uhhh i think we’re alone now by tiffany. no explanation, just vibes.

[itsallyscorner]

okay so I love littlemix!reader x Tom holland??? the best pairing ever??? Anyways could you do something based of Holiday, like it’s obviously based off their lovers and maybe his reaction to the song & mv? Pls I’m in love with Baby Mix btw 😌❤️

Glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland fics, I’m enjoying them too🥰 Thank you for the support on Baby Mix, btw, I appreciate it! Sorry for taking so long! Much love and happy reading💖

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Holiday

I completely forgot when the girls dropped the video so I’m making up a time. Enjoy:)

Counting down the minutes to midnight, Tom continuously refreshed the YouTube app on your smart tv. The two of your were in his shared home with Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine. You’ve been staying with the lot since the beginning of quarantine; London’s travel ban prevented you from catching a flight back home to your family, resulting in your boyfriend, Tom, begging you to stay with him and his mates. You didn’t have a problem with it in all honesty, the boys were great and respectful roommates. Though you were the only woman in the house, they provided you with entertainment and respected your alone time. They were a nice group of lads, letting you in on inside jokes and making you feel like you were part of the gang. By now, you probably were part of the gang. Harrison even considered on replacing Tom with you.

“Bubs, the video’s not gonna be up yet.” You glance at the screen that showed the previous videos the band’s channel posted. Tom huffed, nudging your arms apart so he can squeeze through them to lay on your chest. The two of you were currently in his room waiting for the release of Holiday’s music video. Tom had been anticipating the video all day, asking for hints about the music video’s concept and wondering how it looked.

With his body snuggled up against yours, he rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arm around your torso. His other hand reached towards the tv with the remote as he clicked the video for Break Up Song.

“I know it’s not gonna be up yet, but what if they accidentally uploaded it early? I wanna see the video already.” He whined. His fingers began to drum to the beat of Break Up Song on your stomach.

You laughed, fingers carding through his brown curls that have grown for the past months. He hums along to the song while you text the girls. He lets out a chuckle once he sees you on the screen doing the dance that he’s been helping you learn for the video. You had been struggling to get the choreography down and doing the moves on time. Noticing your desperate attempts at the moves, Tom offered to help you. Obviously in the end you perfected the choreography, seeing as it made the video, thanks to Tom.

“You are so cute.” He mused watching you dance around in the video. “Look at you dance, I don’t know what you were so worried about. You look so adorable when you dance and look at your face! Just wanna squish those cheeks together.” He began to tease you. You whine his name out as he reached up to squish your cheeks together with his hand. Your phone began to rang causing him to stop. He glances at the sceeen, “It’s my best friend, lemme answer it.”

“Go ahead.” You giggled handing him your phone. His head remains on your chest as he answers the FaceTime call. Jesy pops up on the screen with a giant smile but it drops once she sees Tom, changing into a playful scowl.

“Hi best friend!” Tom greets her loudly, a playful grin on his face. Jesy rolls her eyes at the boy.

“Hi Tom.” She greeted him sarcastically. “Give the phone to (y/n).”

“She’s right here, see,” Tom moved the phone further away so you were both in the frame. You waved at her, “Jess I miss you!” You cried.

“I miss you too darling—Tom give her the bloody phone!” Jesy scolded him through the phone. He let out a dramatic sigh before handing you your phone and snuggling into your stomach, mumbling something about “not being able to catch a break from the constant bullying of Jesy Nelson.”

“Right just a few minutes left, I’m trying to get the other girls on here.” Jesy explained as she tapped around her phone. Sooner or later. The two of you were joined by Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.

Perrie let out a squeal as she saw everyone on the screen, “You guys I miss you so much!”

“Didn’t we all see each other just a few weeks ago?” Jade asked sipping on a glass of wine as per usual.

“Yeah, on the set, but it’s a few weeks too long.” You pouted. You noticed that everyone was drinking except for you, “Wait, has everyone got a drink except for me?”

Leigh-Anne’s eyes scanned everyone on the screen, “You are, are you in bed already? It’s so early babe.”

“Leigh-Anne’s it’s literally about to be midnight, it’s late.” Jesy chimes. Jade makes a sound of disagreement, “I mean does time even matter anymore?”

“What day is it anyway? I’ve lost track.” Perrie thought out loud. You moved to get up from the bed but Tom stopped you. “Where are you going?” He whispered.

“I’m getting a drink, I’ll be back.” You patted his cheek before sitting up. He stops you once again and stands from the bed, “I’ll get you one.” He kisses your temple and leaves the room.

“Aww, was that Tom?” Jade asked leaning closer to her camera. You hummed, “Yup, being the amazing boyfriend he is and getting me a drink.”

Perrie smirked at you, “Gosh, there’s that smile again. She’s whipped for ‘im ladies!” The girls began “ooo-ing” like a bunch of elementary school girls. “Guys, stop.” You whine.

“Have you told him the part you wrote was inspired by him?” Leigh-Anne asked, chin in her palm.

“No, I’ll tell him while he’s watching. He’s been so excited the whole day, probably more than me.” You chuckle. As if on cue, Tom comes back in with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Tom’s going to be so nerdy about it, like a cute nerdy, you know what I mean? All mushy gushy. Like how he gets whenever (y/n) kisses his cheeks.” Jesy said as the girls cooed. Tom peeks from beside you.

“Did I hear that correctly? Did Jesy just compliment me?” He asked everyone, looking back at you for confirmation. You shrugged as you looked at Jesy. Jade stifled a laugh at Jesy’s annoyed expression.

“Oh fuck off you div. It’s an observation. You could barely compose yourself whenever you’re around (y/n).” Jesy playfully jabs at him. You adored their friendship, it was like a brother/sister bond. Jesy being the older sibling and Tom being the annoying little brother.

“Jes, leave the poor boy alone, he makes our baby happy.” Perrie defended Tom. Tom smiles thankfully at her, “Thank you Perrie, at least I know some of you like me.”

Tom pops open the champagne and takes one of the glasses to pour the beverage in, “But I’ll take it as a compliment Jes. Cheers to that.” He raises his glass and clinks it with your phone screen. You and the girls continue to talk until midnight. When the video was finally released you all celebrated and took some screenshots of each other to post later.

When your FaceTime call with the girls ended, you turned to Tom, who already had the video up on the screen. He made grabby hands at you and pulled you to sit in between his legs. With his back against the headboard he made sure the two of you were comfy before asking you, “Can I click play now?”

You chuckled at him as his leg bounced, “Yup.” He pressed play, placing the remote down and wrapping his arm around your front to pull you closer to him. The intro to the video starts, the title of the song appearing on the screen in a water type font. Jesy pops up on the screen singing her part, Tom cheers yelling “It’s my best friend!”

Tom hypes each of the girls up while they appear on the screen, cheering their names. When the chorus comes, his brows furrow as he looks down at you. “Wait where are you? Why—why didn’t they show you yet?” He questioned you, visibly upset. You were about to answer but instead pointed to the screen when you realized your part was coming up.

Boy, have I told ya?

You give it to me like no other guy

We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (summer)

And that's why I'm so glad I made you mine

You appeared on the screen, body cladded in a white bikini that had gold straps for both the bra and thong. You bursted out laughing when you saw Tom’s reaction. His eyes look like they were about to bulge out his head while his jaw was slacked.

“Holy...shit.” He mumbled eyes glued to the screen as you sang. The scene was you in that blue hallway type set. You looked at the camera, bedroom eyes fully activated as your back slid down the wall. You felt his grip around you tighten, his breathing getting deeper.

The scene changed to the one with the planets, sculptures, and lounging chairs. You were seen walking towards a Chaise lounge, giving the camera a perfect view of your bum. While you sat sideways on the couch in the video, Tom couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you looked in the video. You looked like a goddess, confident as you strutted around in that little number of yours in the video.

You turned to look at him once your part was done and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You know my whole part was about you right?” His head snaps to look at you, “You wrote something about me in a song?”

“Tommy, I always do. Who else would I be singing about?” You asked him amused. He took a second to think before shaking his head, “I thought it was in general, like it was based on how you would feel if you were with someone that made you feel that way.”

You nod at his explanation, “Well yeah, the fans could see it that way. But when I sing it, it’s about you.”

A goofy grin made its way to his face before he giggled, “It’s about me.” He pulled you into a hug from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. He turned back to the tv to see you all dressed as mermaids while you sang your part in the chorus.

“Wait what—you’re mermaids?” The look of confusion appeared on his face again as he tried to figure out the video. He looked at you then back to the screen, repeating the action a few times.

“I never thought I’d say this, but if you were a mermaid, I’d still fuck you.” He confessed with a shrug. You bursted out laughing at his confession, “How do you even fuck a mermaid, Tom?”

His hands gripped your sides, voice going down an octave, “You tell me, (y/n). Get the mermaid tail back and we’ll find out.” You looked at him shocked, “Thomas!”

He laughed dropping the act and went back to watching the music video. “Wait, I’m still cofused. I thought you guys were in space cause of the planets and stuff. Why are you guys also underwater? And mermaids?” You tilted your head trying to come up with an answer for him.

“Um—it’s a spa, on a another planet, which also has an ocean I’m guessing, and that’s why we’re also mermaids?” You explained, also questioning yourself.

“I like the concept, probably the most random video you guys have had, but it’s sick.” He approved of the video with an impressed look on his face. When the video ended, he immediately pressed replay. Though when your part came up this time he let out a “GOD DAMN” before his eyes scanned you up and down. When he finally felt like he’s processed the music video, he let it play in the background and paid attention to you.

He leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly, “Love, that was amazing. I’m proud of you.” He was quick to add on, “And thank you for writing a part of the song about me, I never thought someone would write a song about me, not even a part. But thank you, I love you so much.”

You giggled shoving your face into his neck as you both moved to cuddling. Suddenly you remembered something you and the boys promised to do.

“Tom! We were supposed to watch the video with the other boys! Remember we promised to not watch it without them?” You leaned back to look at Tom who was already shaking his head.

“Oh they’re not allowed to watch the video.” He muttered. Your brows furrow at him. Tom motions to the tv, the part where your bum was facing the camera on the screen.

“Because of that, I don’t need them seeing that, that’s mine.” One of his hands trail down the length of your back to grip your ass. He rolled over so he was on top of you, dipping his head into your neck, his lips ghosted fluttery kisses along your skin. You let out a content sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. When his lips reached your ear, he whispered, “But seriously though, you should think about investing in a mermaid tail.”

[curious-menace]

Can you do headcanons of any Riddler getting cared for and gentle kisses from reader after getting beat up? He needs some loves.

SO I MAY HAVE SUGGESTED THAT MY ULTIMATE FANTASY IS TO GIVE RIDDLER A HUG WITH BACKRUBS AS HE TELLS ME ABOUT HIS DAY AND I STAND BY THAT WHOLE-HEARTEDLY .

i freaking love this stuff so im going to do all of them mwahahah

post asswoop riddlers getting loves

Arkham riddler

He’s VERY quiet, which knowing him and his inability to stop talking, is  bad news.

I paint arkham riddler as a cry baby and i stand by that. this is the hill i will die on. He’ll have dragged his sorry ass into your apartment or house , dripping blood on your floors but he wont bother calling for you. he’ll just sit at the table with his head in his hands having a lil pity party until you find him.

when you do finally get home, he’ll be looking like a kicked puppy. he’s gotten stuck in his own head, mentally beating himself up even more. he got a fright when you came in because he was so caught up he didn't even hear you at the door.

He’s literally sits there like a child with his arms up for you to come scoop him up. he’s not even sure why his first thought after getting beat up was to come here, he’s probably lead the cops here or something and that was so stupid and- you should probably give him a lil soft smooch on the head to stop him before he goes into a spiral.

he needs more emotional and mental care than physical. Talk to him while you're patching him up. any topic, it doesn't matter just keep him focused on your voice and not the one in his head calling him dumb.

he wont admit he wants to be held and coddled after something like this. get your softest blankie and 2 mugs of coco with marshmallows and just ramble at him. tell him about your day or ask him to explain something boring and complicated so he’s focusing on that rather than how upset he is. let him sit on your lap or between your legs on the sofa and watch how its made or mythbusters or something until he falls asleep. he should be ok again in the morning, he doesnt stay down for long. 

Blacklight Riddler

He’s used to getting his ass kicked, either by batman, the other rogues or once he’s a PI, by unhappy clients and the people he put away. He might be tiny but he’s pretty tough. 

even if he’s really hurting, his probably trying to crack jokes and tell blood and bruise related riddles. He doesn't like to see you worry so even if he’s in a lot of pain or a bit upset about things, he’s trying to make you smile.

he likes kisses on his bruises. even if he just banged his hand on the table he’ll come to you because he wants you to kiss it better. 

He’s a decent fighter, unlike a lot of riddlers who couldnt fight their way out of a paper bag. He can throw punches but he lacks in defence and with his bad knee, dodging can be a little hard. even if he wins the fight he’s still likely to need you to patch him up.

He likes kids plasters. like hello kitty and spongebob. no im not joking, he ALWAYS wanted them when he was little and his parents always said no. now he’s an adult he’s going to use them whenever he damn well pleases.

 if it was a particularly bad one, he’ll be ok in the moment even if he has to go to hospital. But he’s going to drop the facade at some point and let you see how upset he is. winding up in hospital after being beat was a common occurrence in childhood. even after doing it time and time again as an adult it doesn't make it any easier on him. he’ll want to stay in your bed, be close to you for few days until either he starts to heal or something snaps him out of his funk.

BTAS Riddler

he really prefers other people to do the fighting for him. well physically anyway. he can handle his own arguments...most of the time. He’s going to need you to nurse a bruised ego more than anything. he probably got dunked on my batman or crane and now he’s huffing.

i don't know if this counts as care and kisses but he clearly needs you around to keep his sorry ass alive. he hurt his side in a fight once and said he wasn't hurt. believable... until he started to act a little confused, a little dizzy. needless to say it worried you enough to take him to emergency care. 

He was obviously in agony by now but he was still fighting with you the entire drive there, insulting you and insisting he was fine. its a good job you took him when he did, turns out he’d ruptured his spleen and would probably be dead if you weren’t around to act like his common sense.

he still hasnt apologised for that. or any of the other times you insisted on medical care to stop him from pushing up daisies. he just pretends like you know he’s grateful so he doenst have to admit he’s bullheaded, stubborn and worst of all, wrong. 

if he has been seriously hurt, he acts more indignant about it than anything. he wants to be waited on and pampered while resting in bed. he can be a genuine pain to deal with, talking about how lucky you are to see him in such a vulnerable state and how you should be grateful he’s letting you do this for him.

He doesn't want to admit how much he actually needs you. his goons wont put up with him when he’s like this and he’s freaking paying them to do it. you do it for free and no matter how annoying he is you havent left him yet. he doesn't tell you but youve noticed he starts getting you more gifts about a week after he’s recovered. like its taken him a day or two to work out he should probably thank you for all you do.

Original Riddler

this riddler is just weird. like he gets a freaking hang nail and he pretends like he’s dying. but he could nearly lose a limb and he’ll say “tis but a scratch” and still try to hobble about like nothing is wrong.

actually he’s more like olaf “oh look i've been impaled.”. he probably tries to laugh off life threatening injuries like its nothing, taking maybe 3 steps before he collapses on his face in a blood puddle and lets out a tiny “help”

good luck moving his tall lanky ass around. better get a gurney and maybe those vets at the zoo who deal with giraffes. seriously if you want to take care of him you are going to need help or some sort of action plan and a go bag because with his limp butt this will not be easy.

he’s kinda like BTAS riddler in that he needs you to tell him the injury is serious. hes not dumb he just has a high pain threshold and genuinely doesn't realise that injuries are as bad as they are. 

he can be a bit of a baby while being patched up. he doesn't like a lot of blood or gore, it makes him feel a little sicky. better give him your phone to play with like a kid at the doctors or put the tv on for him to watch while you bandage  him. word of warning, he will pass out or throw up if you try to give him stitches.

i think you should focus your love and attention on him AFTER medical care. just focus on the job, be silent and as fast as possible to get it over with quickly. you should probably bring him something sweet too. no not just you, although you are sweet for looking after him. give him something sugary because he’s going to be light headed after seeing any blood. maybe you could give him a lolly for being a good patient. 

Telltale riddler

this riddler is essentially a metahuman. he can REALLY take a beating and bounce back fairly quickly. just look how many times batman punched him in the face and it barely stunned him! he doesnt usually need patched up after a fight. maybe just a lil smooch and some hugs

he did really need your help after the whole pact thing. having his friends abandon him hurt like hell, more than any physical injury ever could.

after that, he clings to you. almost obsessively so; we know he’s got some serious mental illnesses but he usually has the worst of it under control, even without meds. now? it seems like he’s experiencing ptsd and is afraid to go anywhere without you, like you might up and disappear if you arent in his line of sight at all times.

i think this riddler might need the most intense care from you. hugs and gentle reassurance wont be enough. you’re going to be responsible for taking him to therapy, keeping him taking his meds and grounding him to reality. this is the kind of responsibility you took on when you got involved with him but i doubt you realised how hard it would be. i cant promise it will all be worth it but i can promise he wont ever forget your kindness.

the kind of care he needs after such a hard knocking down is just stability. im not one for romance or any mushy gushy stuff but please just pour your love into the cracks in this poor mans soul.

its hard going, but he has his moments. his gallows sense of humor is still there and hey, after him being in and out and gone for so long, it might be nice to have him around more.  

Zero year riddler

INSUFFERABLE LITTLE SHIT THIS ONE. he could LITERALLY be bleeding out in your arms and he’d STILL be backseat driving on your medical skills. the temptation to just leave him there to bleed is INCREDIBLE.

he’ll drop the act eventually. he’ll ask and maybe even beg for your help. man has  no shame and all the self preservation instincts of a lemming. dont get me wrong, he can be a total coward some times, only looking out for himself . but when he’s actually hurt ? not a fuckin clue. does this head wound need an ice pack or heat pack? is this spurring blood wound worthy of medical care? no idea. he was a very sheltered child who never got so much as a bruise so he has no idea what to do when he’s hurt.

he gets the everloving shit kicked out of him on a clockwork basis. like you could hear knocking on your door at 3 am and already be at the table with a first aid kit like oh its tuesday riddler must have broken his nose.

he takes entirely too much joy in making you patch him up. youre starting to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose just to see you in your little apron and latex gloves . he’s getting off on this and you know it but god help you, you just  cant resist his dumb face asking for your help and would you also wear this pink nurses outfit while youre at it?

one time he lost a LOT of blood. he would be fine but he was pretty damn loopy from lightheadedness. while you were trying to get him into bed to rest he started flirting with you. can you believe the audacity? he’s lost 3 pints of blood and he’s still more focus on his libido? 

he’s actually going to be both humble and grateful for your help when he finally comes round. dont get me wrong, he’s still a bit of a prick but at least he says thank you for saving him before he demands you kiss all his booboos and ouchies. 

nonnie i am having a stroke. i was trying SO hard to just pick one but i COULDNT because i am WEAK for hurt and comfort.

theres a reason i have a tag that literally says “i have naughty hands and no self control”

someone needs to stage an intervention

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

We need something with that new tattoo thing you just reblogged, like now

Oh you mean the one I just recently reblogged? done by @gspaepro? lets fucking GO. Also this shit is now canon in design, since I have the permission from them

Yiga rituals were very intricate. Motions and actions done in silence, motions done underneath candlelight and in the shadows. It was why traditional romance just. Didn’t suit their style, their way of life. Stuff like coffee dates, stuff like retiring in a farm, even wedding rings were not very common. It was one of the MANY reasons why it boggled Kohga’s mind, why he thought buying him an expensive ass wedding ring was the way to his heart. Don’t get Kohga wrong, it was a sweet gesture, but it was so...solid, so finite. It made Kohga feel like he’d be boxed in, like a cow behind a fence. He didn’t like it. 

“But you still shouldn’t have done that.”

He told himself. It had been years since Sooga attempted a proposal, and just yesterday, he tried again. Kohga was mad at first, but now that he sat here, in his bed, thinking about it, he realized that it wasn’t fair to Sooga. poor guy really poured his heart out to him, only to have it be rejected. It was why he avoided him all day, and had Von watch him in the meantime (usually he reserved that for Cil, but he REALLY didn’t feel like getting hit on right now). He needed to make it up to him. He needed something that wasn’t so ridged as those stones. Then it clicked. He went to the door, and turned to Von, who was laying the flirts on THICK to some foot soldier.

“Von, grab ass later. I need you to summon Sooga for me.”

“Yes, Master Kohga. You, me, your quarters. Tonight.”

He shot the flustered foot soldier a wink, and went off to go get Sooga. Wherever the hell he was. Kohga set everything up, just in time for him to knock at his door.

“Come in.”

Sooga opened the door slowly, helping himself in, and just. Standing there. Poor guy looked so stiff, as if he didn’t practically live in this room.

“Master Kohga, I just wanted to say-”

“Shh. Sit down for me, right here.”

Sooga sat down on the stool right by the bed. There was a silence as Kohga sat down on the bed.

“Sooga, I’m not mad. Okay? I get it. You really, really thought I was ready, after who knows how many years-”

“Three.”

“W-really three years ago? Fucking hell time flies. Anyhow, I’m sorry. I snapped because I was uncomfortable. But you didn’t deserve the way I yelled at you. So, I want to make it up to you.”

Sooga hesitated. He put his arm on the small table, as Kohga motioned for him to do.

“Master Kohga...are you...?”

“Yes. I’m going to give you something better than some stupid ring. Not that it’s stupid, It’s beautiful really. I just. Sooga, it’s not me. I want something that’ll let us BREATHE you know? So. I’m going to SHOW you what you are to me. Not with some rocks. Not with some gold and silver and something you can buy. It’s something I need to show you. Take off your sleeve for me.”

Sooga obeyed. Tattoos were a very intimate, very special part of the Yiga culture. You had to have one JUST to be a Yiga. Anything else done after that were usually done in bouts of passion, to show brotherly connections, to show a friendship unlike any others, or in this case, love. And to get such a sign of affection from his Master? His body was already his to play with.

“You are an artist, Master Kohga. I already boast that I have the most respectable brand out of everyone here.”

“Sounds like you. Idiot.”

He chuckled. Kohga wiped down the arm, just so nothing would get infected. Using a very special type of Yiga ink (that only Kohga was allowed to give for the clan to use. He made it himself, afterall), Kohga seemed to already have an idea in mind, and started to work. Tattoos were painfully slow to do, especially with the design Kohga had in mind. But Sooga didn’t mind. A few hours of pinpricks were worth it, just to be near his Master.

“May I ask...what made you decide to give me such a gift?”

“It felt...feel. The ring kinda...sorta...doesn’t. Feels restrictive. Like a bedazzled leash.”

“That sounds like a gift you WOULD like, though.”

“Shut up, you.”

They both chuckled at that. Sooga sat still, watching as the needle pricked his arm over and over, watched as the needle pushed the ink into his skin. Sooga always LOVED watching him tattoo people, on the rare chances he did so. Such careful, so caring of a touch.

“You know. This reminds me of when I first fell in love with you.”

“How so?”

“When you gave me my first tattoo. The one right on my thigh. I was so...transfixed. Such a strong man, with such a gentle touch.”

“Pfft. I remember that. You were such a string bean back then!”

Kohga chuckled. Those arms weren’t always so huge and bulging, and the rest of his body wasn’t always so meaty.

“I was. I saw nothing wrong with it. That is, until I noticed the man I had affections for, was constantly surrounded by big, bulky men. Suffice to say I was...jealous.”

“Even of Cil?”

“ESPECIALLY of Cil. You two looked so close back then. He was constantly at your hip. I always thought you touched him like this.”

“I mean, I DID do his tattoos. One of them anyway.”

Kohga was careful as he worked, making his motions slow, as if he’d startle Sooga if he moved too fast.

“One? What of the other?”

“He copied the one I did, put it on his other hand.”

“No wonder they always looked so different to me. It lacked the warmth of your style.”

“God you gotta make shit romantic all the time, eh?”

Sooga was so awestruck by the pattern. Lines and curves started to decorate his arms, slowly finding rhyme and reason against his skin.

“I can’t help it. When I’m near you, love is all I think about. You’re...the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I get that a lot. Usually four times a week.”

He chuckled. After the lines, Kohga painted what looked to be almost like serpents. He was curious.

“What is the meaning of this design?”

“These lines and shit? They represent stability.”

“And the snakes?”

“Means ‘ties that bond’, essentially. It’s...stupid. But my dad had tattoos like these, kinda.”

“I’m honored to share in the resemblance.”

“I’m gonna add more to it though, If I'm gonna be railing that ass, I don’t wanna think about my old man. Old MEN sure, but not mine.”

Sooga chuckled, shaking his head. His Master had SUCH a way with words. he watched as the lines and curved and snakes soon gave way to the classic Yiga symbol. Done as carefully as the first one had been done. He watched as Kohga carefully, and slowly, added what looked like sickles to the symbol.

“Sickles?”

“It’s more or less Yiga branding. To show where your ties are. Case you somehow forget where you belong.”

“Wouldn’t ever. Even if I had amnesia. I would know in my heart where I belong.”

“Sounds like something stupid you’d say. That’s all your stupid, mushy gushy bullshit.”

Kohga added dots, little criss cross designs, and of course-

“Bananas?”

“....because you’re sweet.”

“And you call ME mushy!”

Sooga threw his head back in laughter, which was cut short as Kohga smacked his arm, making Sooga wince.

“Ow! It’s TENDER, dammit!”

“Then quit makin’ me wanna do it! You moron! And it’s...more than just some stupid lovey shit. See how its one, two, and then one?”

“Yes?”

“That’s...us. Us together. We’re more together. Plentiful. That and I might be kinda hungry.”

“Do you need a break?”

“I’m already being romantic, if I stop now I’m not gonna finish, and this tattoo is gonna look ugly as shit.”

“Unlike you.”

Kohga shook his head, scoffing. Absolute idiot. More criss crosses, more dots. Then something Sooga knew immediately.

“Yeah, it’s your weapon, big guy. You remember when you got it?”

“Yes. You gave it to me, upon announcing my new duty of protecting you. It was such an honor. Such blades being crafted, and for ME.”

“You know, I designed it myself.”

Sooga looked at the blades at his hip, then at the red ink. Bright, like the spilled blood of their enemies.

“You did?”

“Yep. You’re...different, Sooga. You needed something that was more than them. I-woah, you okay?”

“Yes, s-sorry. You just. Touched me and...sometimes it makes me jump.”

Kohga chuckled, lightly strumming his thumb over the spot he just touched.

“Right here?”

“....yes. You’re just. You have very soft hands. Always so delicate. It’s why I...I wanted to put a ring on your finger.”

“This again.”

“I’m s-sorry! I just. I just really. Really love you. With all that I am. I wanted to show it to you. But...I think I see what you mean.”

“How so, big guy?”

Sooga paused as Kohga continued his work, cautious as ever. 

“You don’t want the traditional means of matrimony. You want to be free. You want to do as you please, and you feel as though a ring in a confine. I make you feel restricted. And for that I’m...sorry.”

Kohga put the needle down, lightly blowing at the ink. He looked down at his work, and even though his ass hurt from sitting down for so long, he was in fact, VERY proud of himself. Long sleeve of red, detailed, careful designs and patterns. Something that meant something to them.

“You know what those last two slashes are?”

“I...no.”

“It means instead of just one strike, you have two. Two weapons, instead of one. It means...you have me. Ring be dammed.”

“Does this mean i...understand you properly?”

Kohga looked up at him, before grabbing his face, and pressing his lips against his. It was an out of the blue kiss, one rough and full of affection Kohga had for him. It lasted only a second, and Sooga missed it right when Kohga pulled away.

“Yeah. You did. I need YOU. I need our lives. I need to exist with you. I don’t need this other crap. I need...what I show you, right here.”

Kohga’s soft fingers slid over his work, and it almost made Sooga shuddered. There was something so tender, so sweet and loving about the touch. Even the way his skin felt raw and sore, it made his heart thud in his chest. Sooga caught Kohga’s hand in his own before it could pull away.

“What if I sold the damn thing, and we went on a vacation? A long one.”

“I’m listening.”

“To some far off land? I’ll pack, I’ll even carry you over every mountain and hill.”

“Hmmmm...not QUITE convinced.”

“I’ll make every beauty of the world feel hideous in your presence.”

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about. Let’s do it. After THIS has healed, of course.”

“This might heal. But my heart will never, not so long as your gaze stabs it so.”

“This...is gonna be a long vacation. I can’t wait.”

Kohga chuckled, holding onto his shoulders and kissing him again. Just one more time.

[athenasbloodyspear]

Say Something to Stop Me: Chapter 8

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Please note: This fic describes depression, anxiety, panic attacks, past/referenced non con and domestic violence. Please read at your own discretion.

Explicit Sexual Content. 18+

You wake slowly the next morning with golden sunlight streaming in your windows. You know it must be early due to the angle of the light.

Bucky’s limbs are tangled with yours where he lays on his back, your head on his chest. You take a deep breath in, savoring the smell of him and the warmth of his skin under your cheek.

It feels surreal.

You think back over the past year and all the ups and downs. You can’t believe how it all started, or that you’re going to end it tangled up with someone you never thought you’d have a chance with.

You were… happy.

You quietly disentangled your limbs from Bucky’s before plodding to your closet to put on a fresh pair of sweats. You didn’t want to leave him, but you were too restless with happy energy and didn’t want to wake him.

You quickly found a notepad to leave a message on the nightstand.

You looked too gorgeous to wake. I’m in the kitchen getting coffee.

After stepping out of your room and closing the door as softly as possible, you padded to the elevators and took them down to the kitchen.

You used your hip to bump open the door and found Steve sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee.

You both smiled at each other and you gave him a soft wave and a quiet “Morning” as you wandered over to the coffee pot to pour a cup for yourself.

“Late night?” Steve asked. His voice had enough of an innuendo in it that you whipped your head to look at him. He was smiling into his coffee.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Captain?”

“Nothing! Nothing.” He said, chuckling into his coffee. Your face was burning with a blush.

So, he knew what you were up to last night with his best friend.

Shit.

“I’m happy for you.” Steve murmured, smiling at you over the rim of his mug. “Both of you.”

“You are?” You questioned, snagging your cup of coffee and spinning to walk over toward where he sat on the counter.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I care deeply about both of you.”

“I don’t know. I just figured you’d think it was a conflict of interest or something. That it will distract us on missions.”

Steve laughed then, setting his coffee cup on the granite. “You’re both too smart to let it completely throw off your focus.”

You hummed in response, taking a deep gulp of coffee.

“I should thank you, really.” Steve murmured.

“Thank me?” You questioned.

“It’s been… it’s been entirely too long since I’ve seen this side of Buck.” Steve sighed, his shoulders falling a bit as he stared at the countertop. “It’s probably been since he left for the war in 1943. This fun, flirtatious and confident side of him. I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing him like that, until I saw it again that day in Croatia.” He mused.

Your heart broke for both of them. So much of their youth and friendship had been torn and twisted and warped by forces outside of their control.

“You brought him back.” Steve said, lifting his eyes to meet yours. “You found my old friend inside him somewhere and brought him back. I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.”

You both had tears in your eyes as you stared at each other for a moment. You set your coffee on the counter and walked around the edge, throwing your arms around Steve. You held each other tight for a long moment.

“You had to bring him back before I could.” You whispered into his shoulder. You felt Steve’s shoulders shake a bit and felt small pricks of water hit the shoulder of your t-shirt as he let tears fall.

“Careful Steve.” A voice crooned from the door. “I don’t think Barnes likes sharing.”

Natasha.

You both chuckled as you pulled away from each other. Both of you wiped tears away with the backs of your hands.

“Morning Nat.” You said as you went to snag your coffee off the counter. Before you could, Nat walked toward you and wrapped you in a big hug, holding you close to her for a long moment.

“Morning.” She whispered. Somehow, that one word held volumes.

“Whoa whoa whoa” Another voice called from the doorway. “Didn’t know I was going to be interrupting family therapy at eight in the morning.” Sam chuckled as he walked into the room.

“You know us.” Nat called over your shoulder. “Always mushy gushy.”

She released you as Sam walked past you on his way to pour his own coffee, but not before he leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “I would say my offer from last night still stands, but something tells me you’re not going to get bored anytime soon.”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Good morning to you too, Sam.”

Just then the door swung open and Peter came bouncing through. He often stayed over on the weekends.

He winced a bit as he looked at you.

“What?” You asked, putting one hand on your hip.

“Nothing.” Peter teased. “It’s just going to be a while before I get the image of you wrapped around Bucky as he hauled you through here last night out of my mind.”

Before you could even process that thought, Tony strode through the door.

Did everyone always end up in the kitchen on Saturday mornings drinking coffee or was this a special occasion to see how embarrassed they could make you?

“Hey kid. I figured you’d still be sleeping after last night.” Tony winked at you, also heading to grab a coffee.

“So you all know already?”

““It’s kind of impossible for us not to know what’s going on when Megatron carried you through here last night with your faces sewn together.” This came from Wanda as her and Vision walked through the door to the kitchen. “That, and I’ve been privy to both of your intrusive thoughts about each other for the past two months.”

You groaned, and slapped a hand to your forehead. This was so embarrassing.

“ And the fact that Barnes hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you for the past month.” Nat chimed in.

“Or his eyes.” That was Steve.

“And he would not shut up about you in that cabin.” Sam added.

“And I share a wall with you, remember?” From Peter.

“I’m going to have to add soundproofing to your room, aren’t I?” From Tony.

“Enough!” You shrieked. “Enough. I get it.”

Everyone chuckled softly. Your whole family. It made your heart squeeze in your chest, even if your face was currently burning.

Just then, Bucky pushed his way through the door to the kitchen, startling when he took in everyone sitting around the counter staring at him.

“There he is!” Sam yelled, walking over to clap him soundly on the shoulder. “Congratulations buddy. You finally got your shit together and made a move. I get that you were frozen for years, but you don’t have to continue to move at the pace of a glacier.”

Bucky laughed softly as he continued his trajectory across the kitchen toward you. “Yeah yeah yeah.” He muttered. “Whatever.”

He snagged you around the waist and hauled you to his chest, giving you a soft kiss right there in the middle of everyone, whispering “Good morning.”

Behind you, you hear Peter fake gag and Sam let out a groan as he said “This is gonna totally ruin all the joy of making fun of you on coms.”

You and Bucky both smile at each other. Bucky kisses you again on the temple before continuing across the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for himself.

You keep beaming into your cup of coffee. You feel like you must be glowing, you're so happy.

Your whole family is still here, showing you love in the only way they know how.

Bucky just kissed you in front of anyone.

If you thought you felt superhuman before, you felt invincible now.

“Not to break up this weird spontaneous family reunion,” Tony drawled. “But I’ve got to send Barnes, Wilson and Romanoff back to Croatia briefly to tie up some loose ends. I got a ping this morning that they must have kept some information off the mainframe at a separate location. I need it.”

Bucky groaned from behind you. “Tony, do you enjoy tearing me away from my woman?”

You turned to look at Bucky, a heated look on your face as you raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh, you really liked when he called you his.  

“Yes, it’s absolutely delightful to watch you suffer.” Tony said dryly. “You should only be gone for this afternoon. Surely your dick won’t fall off in the meantime.”

You choked on your coffee.

“Jesus Christ, Tony!” You spluttered.

“Just callin it like I see it.” Tony shrugs. “You three suit up and meet me in the conference room in 15. Try not to waste time sucking your girlfriends face again Barnes.”

Bucky sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “You weren’t supposed to tell him about that Friday.”

“Sorry Agent Barnes. It’s hard to keep things from the person who created you.” Friday's lilt came down from the ceiling. She sounded almost amused.

~0~

Bucky only disobeyed Tony a little. He did throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his room where he tossed you on the mattress and went to get suited up.

When he was dressed he lingered a few minutes, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones while you giggled and tried to push him off. Telling him that Tony was going to kill him if he didn’t get down the conference room.

He didn’t stop until Friday cleared her throat once.

He groaned and placed one more kiss on your lips before standing up, grabbing his guns and walking to the door. He spun when he reached the frame and murmured “I want you right there when I get back” before shutting the door and walking away.

You laid there for a few minutes, burying your face in his sheets and pillows because they smelled so much like him. You could almost pretend he was still laying there with you.

You refused to let yourself lay there all day though. Tony was right, he would just be gone for the day, but he’d be back late tonight.

You went to the gym and trained for a few hours. After a shower you spent some time in the kitchen with Wanda. She taught you a few Sokovian recipes and you both giggled at your poor attempts at cooking. She assured you that it got better with practice.

You were feeling really good. It was so liberating to feel like you were a part of this family again. Sure, you were still a tiny bit embarrassed that everyone already knew about you and Bucky. Especially Peter. The poor kid had heard you last night. Regardless, they were family. They were happy for you.

You were happy for you.

You found yourself wandering back to Bucky’s room around 6pm. You meandered around his bedroom for a while, running your fingers along the spines of all the books he’d amassed on his huge bookshelf, reading every title. You noticed quite a few titles you’d never read, and made a mental note to raid his shelf later.

You eventually curled back up in his bed. You figured he would be home in a couple hours, and he had requested that he find you back here when he returned.

You’d nap a bit, so you could be ready for him when he arrived.

~0~

You startled awake to Friday’s voice calling your name from the ceiling.

“You’re needed in the med wing immediately.” She said.

You glanced at the clock. It was 9:09. It was an hour after they were supposed to have arrived home.

Bucky.

Your heart thundered in your chest. You flung the covers off of you, leaving your shoes behind as you careened out of the room. You didn’t check your momentum as you made the corner and slammed into the drywall on the other side of the hall, leaving a shoulder sized dent in the wall.

“Shit.” You mumbled as you corrected your angle and took off again. Sprinting to the stairwell and hauling down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

When you tore the door open to the med wing you stopped dead in your tracks for a moment.

There was so much blood.

It lined the tiles in big splashes and boot prints. You could make out tracks of where multiple people had clearly been running through the mess, too much in a hurry to avoid the puddles.

Your throat started to close up.

No no no.

You would not panic now. If Bucky needed you, you would be there for him. You were strong. You could keep it together right now. For him.

You skidded around the corner toward where you knew the operating room lay, following the slick trail of blood.

Steve stood pacing in the center of the hallway. Tony was sitting in one of the chairs lining the walls, his head in his hands.

You walked quickly down the hall towards them, Tony lifted his head as he heard you approaching, Steve stopped in his tracks.

“They were ambushed as soon as the jet touched down. It was a trap.” Steve blurted. “Sam got shot a few times, Nat came back with a knife in her side…”

“Where is he?” You choked.

You were concerned about your friends too, but right now you needed your eyes on Bucky or you were going to lose your goddamn mind.

“Third room on the left.” Tony muttered.

“Wait, Y/N!” Steve called. “It’s worse than it--”

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. You took off, your bare feet slipping along the tile as you careened down the hall toward the door Tony had said held Bucky.

Your heart was thundering in your ears.

Finally you hurtled around the corner, slipping a bit on your slick feet and slamming into the door frame of the third room on the left.

Despite the image of gore in front of you, you finally released a big wave of breath. One you didn’t know you’d been holding.

Bucky sat on the edge of a hospital bed, his kevlar jacket laid in a heap on the floor by his feet. His chest, neck and face was splattered with blood. His boots were a deep red, and more blood was splattered across his thighs.

Vision was standing near his bicep, tying off what looked like that last of a line of stitches along a large gash on his upper arm.

There on his cheekbone was the beginning of a nasty bruise, and a gash along his eyebrow was dripping blood down his temple, it ran along his jaw.

But he was breathing. And sitting up on his own.

He lifted his head when he heard you hit the door frame and his cobalt eyes met yours. He looked so distraught it sent a bolt of pain straight through your chest.

He scanned your whole body, as if he was looking for injuries himself even though you’d spent your whole day safe here in the compound. He was looking at you like he couldn’t really believe you were standing in the doorframe.

“Get out.” Bucky grumbled to Vision. Vision just glanced up at him looking perplexed, before glancing over at you. He nodded his head once.

“You’ll likely need more stitches in that gash above your eye.” Vision commented as he drifted toward the wall behind Bucky, before disappearing through it.

No matter how many times he did it, it still freaked you out.

“Come here.” Bucky growled.

You softly closed the door to the room behind you and walked toward him, trying to tip toe over the puddles of blood on the tile. Likely they came from the gash in his arm that Vision had stitched up for him. You left small bloodied prints on the clean tile.

“Are you okay?” You whispered meekly. Even though he was clearly in front of you, it still felt like he might slip through your fingers or disappear. Your terror still hadn’t fully subsided.

When you reached him, he used his metal hand to snag yours and pulled you forward forcefully. You collapsed into his arms, your legs straddling his hips. You tried to keep your weight from fully hitting him, worrying about jostling his arm and opening his stitches. Not to mention, you had no idea if he had other injuries under his thin t-shirt.

His metal arm clicked a bit as it wrapped around your torso. You noticed a few dents in the shape of bullets near his elbow. You felt tears come to your eyes. He pulled you against his chest, so he could bury his face in your neck.

You didn’t care that he was likely smearing blood all over you. You had already soaked your feet and splattered it up your shins and calves.

“I am now.” He sighed. He didn’t lift his right arm from where it lay on the bed, but you reached your hand out and rubbed your fingertips up and down the soft skin of his forearm.

His chest was quivering a bit beneath yours as he started to press sloppy kisses along your collarbone.

His metal arm whirred a bit again as he moved his hand to the hem of your shirt and tugged upward. “Take this off. I need your skin.” He murmured. He sounded near desperate, like he was spiralling into panic of his own.

You snaked your hands down and lifted your shirt off over your head. You’d taken your bra off earlier to nap and Bucky moaned when he noted your bare chest. He buried his face into your chest and peppered kisses across the tops of your breasts and down the center of your sternum.

“What happened?” You whispered.

“Those fuckers lured us there with fake information.” Bucky murmured against you. He lifted his right hand just a bit so he could grab your hip. You could feel his hand tremor against you.

“Are Nat and Sam..?” You trailed off.

“They’ll live.” Bucky grunted. “Sam probably won’t be able to go out for a few months. He’ll be pissed. Nat will be fine in a couple weeks. She always is.”

You let out a huge sigh of relief. All of them were fine. Banged up, and in pain, but they’d still be here tomorrow.

“I need you.” Bucky whispered into your neck. “Now.” He was pleading with you. A desperate whine that came from the back of his throat.

“Bucky…” You started. “Your arm.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growled, pulling back and shoving at your hips a bit with his metal hand. “Take these off.”

You stepped off  his lap. “Bucky…” You hesitated. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him too, but he was clearly in pain and you didn’t want to re-open the stitches.

“Please.” He whispered. You looked into his eyes again. You saw straight through the blue to the core of him. He wasn’t kidding. He needed you. You could see it in his eyes. You could feel his desperation pour off of him in waves.

You snagged the edges of your sweats and pulled down, letting them drop to the floor. It didn’t matter if they got blood on them now, you’d ruined them the moment you’d climbed into his lap.

He used his metal hand to pop the snap on his pants.

You helped tug his pants down a bit until he was free. You tried to continue to pull them down his knees but he choked “Leave them” and grabbed for your arm, pulling you toward him.

You straddled his lap again, hovering over him.

Bucky spit into his metal hand, before bringing it down to your body and spreading it over your core. He was looking between you, even his metal hand trembling now as he lined himself up with you.

You placed both hands on either side of his face. “Are you okay?” You whispered.

When he was lined up with you, he brought his eyes back up to meet yours. The color of his irises was deeper than usual. Full of pain, and fear as he looked up at you.

He closed his eyes, rested his forehead against yours and grabbed your hips with both hands, wincing a bit as it jostled his right arm.

“Bucky!” You yelped as his face twisted slightly at the movement. It morphed into a moan as he sheathed himself in you.

“I thought I wasn’t going to make it back to you.” He whispered then. So softly you barely heard him.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. You rolled your hips against him softly, so he wouldn’t have to move his arms again to lift your hips. He took a shuddering breath.

“I was terrified.” He continued, voice still in a barely audible whisper. “But not of dying. I’ve been waiting for that forever.”

Your throat closed up at that. A man who’d lived so many years alone. More than anyone should have. He had come to terms with the danger of his line of work a long time ago. There was likely a time that he prayed for death.

“I was terrified of what would happen to you.” He choked, his chest heaving. You continued to slowly and softly roll your hips against him. Pulling up and sinking back down as gently as you could. “I just kept imagining the look on your face when Steve told you.” He was crying now. Tears silently streaming down his face and off his jaw. The ones on the left side of his face turning pink as they mixed with his blood. “I fought harder than I’ve ever fought in my life because I refused to let that look be real.”

“Bucky.” You whispered. It was caught between a sob and moan as you continued to grind on him. There were tears in your eyes now.

He lifted his head, snagging your chin with his metal hand so you looked him in the eye.

The blue ensnared you. It whirled with so many shades and feelings. You felt like you were plunging headlong into the clearest sea.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Your breath caught in your chest. You squeezed around him as a bolt of arousal shot through you.

“I’ve loved you for a long time.” He said, his voice a little stronger now. “I almost said it to you over the phone when I was stuck in that damn cabin, but I’m glad the phone cut out. I wanted to see your face when I said it. I wanted to be able to memorize what your eyes looked like.”

You were weeping in his arms now. The pace of your hips speeding a bit as your heart started to thunder in your chest. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his.

“I was planning on saying it today. Maybe taking you on a walk around the lake or just saying it to you when you were curled up in my bed.” He was moving his hips with yours now, matching you for every stroke. “I fought because I refused to go out without saying it to your face.”

“I love you” He repeats “And I’ll be damned if any bastard tries to take me away from you.”

You choked out a sob. Your whole body felt light as air. The adrenaline that had been coursing through your body amplified your relief and your joy as you stared into his eyes.

He rests his forehead against yours again, a few soft moans escaping him as he continued to roll his hips into yours, somehow finding that spot inside you even with everything else around you being a total mess.

“I almost said it the other night.” You whispered.

He whips his head up to look at you. He clearly hadn’t expected you to say anything back to him.

“I know it’s really soon and you’re still working through things--” he started.

You cut him off.

“I love you.”

A broken moan is torn from his chest as he thrusts hard up against you. The sudden jolt causes you to come fiercely and abruptly as he covers your lips with his, swallowing every sound pulled from your throat.

He comes shortly after, still kissing you and nipping at your lower lip.

You both hold each other then, foreheads resting together, silent tears still falling as your heartbeats steady.

Bucky picks his left arm up to wrap around the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. He pulls back to place a soft kiss in the center of your forehead.

You bring your hands up to either side of his face to gently wipe tears off his cheeks and jaw.

“I’m sorry I got blood all over you.” He chuckles then.

“I’m sorry you’re all bloody.” You respond, giving him a small smirk.

“Excuse me” Friday’s lilt comes from the ceiling. “But Dr. Cho and Tony would like to know when it is safe to come and inspect Agent Barnes injuries. I recommend you make yourselves presentable, as they are heading down the hallway now.”

Bucky groans and rests his forehead against your chest then. “When they see what you look like right now, I’m never going to hear the end of it from Tony.”

You let your head fall back and release a small giggle. “I love you.”

He pulls his head back up to look at you again. There’s a little more sparkle in his eyes this time. “I love you, too.”

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@vicmc624

@austynparksandpizza

[marshmallowprotection]

Due to unfortunate circumstances I am awake. If its not too much trouble, imagine MC and Yoosung waking up absolutely hungover together? Your writing is the best and brings great joy!!

Yoosung

Yoosung isn’t much of a drinker and he’s kind of a light-weight when he does drink anything. 

It doesn’t take much for him to get off his rocker. He’s an affectionate and emotional type of drink. He will dote on you and he loves to be doted on. He will cry and he will let you know how much he loves you. It’s kind of sweet to hear him be honest without a stutter or a shake to his voice as he speaks to you. 

So, that’s how you would have spent your night, whether you were the one drinking with him or not. He’s had to contend with however you were as well. It’s only good if you both had good fun together and all was well. It’s about winding down and having a bit of fun every now and again with this stuff. However—

It was all fun and games until the next morning rolled around and you had to get up and start the day. There’s going to be a lot of moaning and groaning about having to get up. His mood isn’t really affected, he’s just sort of groggy and wants to sleep off the headache that he’s gained from the light pouring into the window. 

He’d likely be the one to get up if you were having a worse time than he was. He’s a real sweetheart like that. There may be an extra ten or fifteen minutes of cuddling together just to stave off getting involved in working past the hangover. He’s learned real fast that water is a good help, and getting something to eat can help you. 

The effort of getting there to make it, though, that’s the real issue. 

It’s going to be a really, really slow morning. He’ll eventually get up even if you tell him to stay cause someone has to get up and he knows that you’d rather not go first. He takes the time to go and make breakfast while you try to raise yourself. It’s just relaxing, both of you taking things really slow and just trying to work past the good times. 

As long as there’s nothing to do that day, the two of you just wind up on the couch with the windows blacked out, trying to watch some television or play some games to cool down from everything. It’s easy just to spend your day together and eventually, most of those ill feelings will subside. 

Just be prepared from teasing from the other RFA members if you happened to text or call them while you guys were together. 

That’ll be brutal. 

Especially if either one of you was doting on the other, or being all mushy and gushy with your feelings. Seven may or may not have edited your usernames and icons to match to whatever was pertinent to that night prior. My condolences, my dear. 

[drawbauchery]

An Enemy, An Enemy, A Frenemy of Mine?

(fic by cartoons-tothemoon)

“So, explain to me again why I’m still tied to a chair and your face isn’t planted clean into the floor?”

“Well, for one, I made scones.”

Skipper had to roll his eyes at that.

It seemed he’d been letting his guard slip as of late. After busting Savio’s NYC rings, he didn’t even hesitate to move them to New Jersey as soon as possible, and with Blowhole still out there and even Private’s old golfing buddy giving them trouble, it appeared that the more paranoid Skipper got, the less obvious clear threats came to him.

Hence, being completely oblivious to obvious things, like anthrax-filled letters, or poisoned scones, or Hans in the corner with a baseball bat, pretending to be a lamp, and somehow succeeding.

Well, at least one of those things got Skipper stuck at Hans’s mushy-gushy tea party of love and frenemyship, on the top of some skyscraper, in the middle of the night.

C’est la vie and all that.

Skipper still had no idea where he stood with the guy. Like, he hated him, clearly, but the kind of nemesis that could be foiled with a lunch date every now and again was not an enemy Skipper considered worth having. If every domestic terrorist could be foiled with hugs and kisses like that, Private would probably be leading the task force. However, Hans’s attacks were always rather personal, never directed at the public in any way. So, somehow, there was something more efficient and more enjoyable about taking care of him for the week he was in town than taking him up on any of his offers were.

Not that Skipper got to rescind that offer now.

“Face it, Skipper. If you didn’t really want to be here, you would have escaped by now.” Hans purred.

“You’re right. Thanks for reminding me.” Skipper said, leaning down to attempt to reach the one of the knives he kept in his boots.

“I just want to talk.”

“Yeah? Well, you got 4 minutes.”

“I think you have some things you want to talk about as well.”

“Buddy, that’s between me, myself, and I. You’re not my therapist, and I wouldn’t talk to you if you were.” Skipper’s speech was soon cut off, as he grabbed the knife from his boot with his teeth, sat up once more, turned his head, and dropped the knife into one of the hands that were tied behind his back. Hans looked rather unimpressed as he sipped his tea.

“You do know that I was going to let you go after this whole ordeal, right?”

“3 minutes.”

“I think you need someone to talk to outside of your task force.”

“I have Marlene. And Kitka.”

Skipper began to carve away at his ropes. Although it was a sharp blade, these were still the strong ropes that Hans would use back in the day. It would take him more time than he let on to carve completely through them, and Hans knew that.

“You need someone who lives the same life that you do, that does not live the same life you do.” Hans made the motion to pour Skipper a glass of tea, despite the fact that he couldn’t reach his cup. It was just something to do. Something to ease his nerves, and Skipper knew that.

“I’m not saying this has to be me.”

Skipper stopped his carving.

“I know you don’t confide in your task force, or in those outside of it. You have a lot of stress in your field of work, Skipper. It’s not good for you.”

“You’re not my doctor, it’s never been a problem before, and who are you to care about any aspect of my well-being at all?”

“You’re repressed, paranoid, sleep-deprived, in love with Private, and are clearly coping with some kind of guilt complex.” Hans stated, brushing some hair out of his eyes.

“You’re right. I don’t care about your well-being all that much. I wouldn’t even say at all. But, you’re my enemy, and that’s what I’m supposed to do. Not care.”

He let out this large sigh, which hid the fact that at the mere mention of emotions that Skipper began carving at his ropes once more.

“But I do. What is Denmark if not a sign of that? You may have bigger bads with bigger ray guns and larger influence, but I do still believe we have something far more special. And I want that to mean something.”

“All I’m saying is that you deserve someone in your corner for once. If I can read all these things from only a few visits in these past few years, imagine what someone far more malicious could do with these things.”

“God, you got all that from “reading” me? More like you went to couple’s counseling.” Skipper snarked, but Hans heard the Freudian slip that came from “couple’s” counseling, instead of any other. He chose to ignore it in that moment. “I don’t need anyone else in my corner. I’ve got enough people to dry my eyes when I scrape my knee, thank you very much. I’ll deal with it on my own when it becomes an issue. There’s no reason to now.”

“When it becomes an issue?” Hans practically screamed before he began chuckling to himself. “Skipper, honey. You haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in two weeks, you tried to attack the mailman but opened a letter filled with anthrax, and if Private so much as smiles at you you go into crisis. You’re dealing with everything now, but you’re not doing anything about it.”

“Yeah, uh, how did you know any of those things?”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s a point to all of this.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to talk to me. Talk to somebody. Anybody, about any of this. Sure, it may be your problem now when Private sends you into a state of cardiac arrest, but as soon as anybody else figures that out, it’ll be everybody’s problem.”

Skipper felt his cheeks growing hot. “You seem to be fixating on something.”

“Maybe so.” Hans shrugged, before taking another sip of his tea and rising from the table. He walked away from where the tea party was held to look out the window at the NYC skyline, as the sun began to rise. “I suppose we’ll always have Denmark.”

Skipper wanted to snark more, but this whole meeting put him on edge. This wasn’t the sickly sweet tea party where Hans would talk of friendish things in order to woo him back to how things used to be, nor was it the torture basement Skipper had almost been suspecting before he knew it was Hans. This was almost genuinely friendly, almost earnest. Not only was this strange to have to hear from someone who Skipper considered an enemy, but from anybody at all.

Kowalski may place a firm hand on his shoulder, or Private would say something reassuring and adorable, and Rico would always be the more unstable of the two of them, making him look well-adjusted by comparison, but nobody really tried confronting these issues that Skipper had. Maybe because they knew he’d turn it back on them, and having to cope with their rejection-related dysphorias or low self-esteem or other instabilities that dwelled within them was just too much.

But, Skipper was their leader. It wasn’t really talked about, but it was undeniable. He shouldn’t be having these interventions, much less asking for them. He held himself to a certain standard. Possibly an unreachable one, sure, but, that’s what everyone said about Everest.

“You have a lot of enemies, Skipper. And the enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine. A lot of them are willing to pay top billing for information on your weaknesses. Things I’ve found out so easily, things I know just by looking at you.”

Hans turned to face Skipper. “But, if you confide in me, I’d be willing to give out some false leads to send them chasing after their own tails.”

“Sure, so I’m just supposed to tell you every insecurity and expect you to not use it against me? Who in the world expects that?”

“Therapists do.” Hans shrugged. “Under the Hippocratic Oath, nothing you tell me could be shared with another living soul without me risking losing my license, and frankly, I think I’ve taken to therapy. I have an office and everything. I quite enjoy it, personally.”

“Alright, but what do you get out of it?” Skipper asked, ever so certain he’s gotten him up a tree.

“I’ll get to see you more often.” Hans smiled. “I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t use what I’ve learned from these conversations in my own plots, but I’ve found that it’s an art of give and take. You’ll have a knife to my throat, I’ll have a knife to yours.”

“You’re really trying hard to make therapy appeal to me, huh.” Skipper processed. This whole meeting felt so circular to him.

“Of course. I did mention I worried about your well-being.” Hans said, as he walked behind Skipper’s chair to unite his ropes, mere minutes before Skipper’s incessant sawing would have finally snapped his ropes free.

“And I thought you said that enemies didn’t care about each other’s well-beings.”

“An enemy, an enemy, a frenemy of mine.” Hans smiled, in a sad sort of way. Not that it made Skipper feel anything, really. He did feel hungry. He wondered if Rico was putting bacon on the stove by now.

“At least think about it. It’s not very fun for me to play these games when I’m so aware of how easily I could break you.”

Skipper scowled at that, in a resentful sort of way.

“And I’m sure to wouldn’t be fun for you either if I fell apart on you either. There’s a delicate balance to these things, these games we all play, but they need maintenance.”

Skipper was finally freed from his bindings, and took a moment to soothe his wrists, which had been rubbed raw from all the sawing he had been doing to get out of this conversation.

“We should do this again some time.” Hans stuck his hand out for a handshake, eagerly. Skipper eyed it wearily.

“I’m sure we will.”

(I’m going to be real here, this was more supposed to be Hans confronting Skipper on his feelings for Private, because I love writing pining and I love writing this dynamic and whatever, but it clearly got away from me??? My bad. Hope you guys enjoyed anyhow!)

[satans-helper]

This Christmas me and my family are going to write a heartfelt letter to my grandparents. It’s kinda turned into a competition... I’m not great at writing or being emotionally vulnerable. 😬 I’m asking you because I’ve read your writing and you’re so fucking talented. Also my grandpa doesn’t cry so the waterworks Is the definite way to win😂 Any tips/advice would help xx

Oh, why a competition?? That’s so much extra and unneeded pressure lol. But, as cliche as it is, those sorts of letters read best when you write from the heart. I write my friends birthday and Christmas letters every year and I just let all my feelings and love for them pour out. Granted, I’m pretty okay with being emotionally vulnerable with them, so I get that not being that way causes a hindrance. 

If you don’t feel like you can just go the mushy gushy feelings route, choosing a specific memory of him to write about and how THAT made you feel is always good. Sometimes that one memory can summarize all those feelings really well and it can be written so eloquently.

I hope this helps and godspeed!! And thank you! :3 

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

Side To Side

Chapter 169: Coffee and Cookies

Characters: Law, Ikkaku, Jun, Jean Bart, Law, Penguin Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, fluff, some implied language Notes: some cute stuff Full Story

~~~~~

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her think this hard.”

“Maybe she’s just zoning out.”

“Maybe she’s stupid.”

Ruby glared at her three onlookers. Ikkaku, Jean Bart, and Jun all grinned at her. “Are you three done?”

“What are you thinking about? I thought you were starting to feel better?” Ikkaku asked.

“I was.” Ruby sighed. “It’s up and down.”

“Why?”

“...I still want his memories back. I want to go back to how it was. He’s begun to accept that it may never happen.”

“And?”

“It’ll be hard for me to start over.”

“Isn’t that selfish?” Jun asked flatly.

“Yes.” Ruby frowned. “I should be happy that he’s able to move on with his life, but I’m just disappointed.” She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m a terrible person.”

“Well, yeah, but not because of that,” Jun laughed. “You’re a terrible person because you consistently steal things without remorse.”

“She’s also murdered people,” Jean Bart added.

“She’s also able to manipulate people into doing whatever she wants.”

Ikkaku rolled her eyes and looked at Ruby sadly. She wasn’t even defending herself. “Sorry, Ruby.” Ikkaku said.

“It’s alright. I know I’m being selfish.” She sighed. “I wish I could’ve lost my memories instead.”

“I don’t,” Ikkaku shook her head. “Captain would be a wreck.”

“And I’m not?”

“It’d be worse. You know how he is when it comes to losing people. And losing you?”

“I guess.” Ruby sighed. “You’re right, I know you are.” Ruby rubbed her face. “I’ll get out of this funk.”

“Of course you will! You’re my best friend after all.”

Ruby smiled at Ikkaku gratefully. “Thanks.”

~~~~~

“Since when do you bake cookies?” Ruby turned to see Law going towards the coffee pot.

“Since my accident.”

“What about your accident made you want to bake?”

Ruby smiled softly. “I baked you a cake for our anniversary.” She looked back at the chocolate chip cookie batter.

“Oh.” Law said trying desperately to sound casual. She doubted he expected that answer. “What did I do for you?”

“Dinner on the balcony.”

“Oh?”

“You also bought me some socks and nail polish. And really cute pair of boots.” She looked over at Law, who was frowning. “Our anniversary wasn’t extravagant, I was still in physical therapy so…” she shrugged. “I was happy with it.”

She started to scoop up the cookie dough and place it on the baking sheet. She heard him shuffle around and pour coffee into his mug. She could feel how tense and awkward he was. She sighed and shoved a spoon of cookie dough in her mouth.

“Did you just eat raw cookie dough?”

Ruby turned to him and blinked. “Y-yeah?”

“That has raw eggs.”

“What?”

“You could get sick. Salmonella is a real threat.”

“What?” She turned and looked at him completely flabbergasted. He stared at her with a serious expression. “...are you fucking with me?”

His lips twitched. “Absolutely.”

Ruby threw a hand towel at him and he caught it with a smirk. He walked over and took the spoon from her hand and grabbed his own spoonful of cookie dough. “Hey! You can’t just steal my cookie dough.”

“I’m the captain, I do what I want.”

Ruby laughed and pushed him gently away from her cookie dough. He chuckled and grabbed her wrists, lifting her arms up and away from his chest. She grinned up at him and he raised his brow at her. This felt familiar. This was relaxing. These little moments are what she had been missing. It felt good to laugh with him again. To have moments of just them being around each other and having fun. Her grin softened into a content smile as she looked at his amused face.

“Penguin, don’t eat the cookie dough.” She said and Law looked over to Penguin. He let go of her wrists and took a step back.

“Come on! I just want a taste.” Penguin whined.

“No,” she smacked his hand away with a spatula. “You will get cookies when they are done baking.” Law cleared his throat and both her and Penguin looked at him. Ruby smiled; he was blushing. He must’ve been caught up in the moment and was embarrassed to be caught being cute. He started to walk out of the kitchen.

“Heading out?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to the study.”

“Alright,” She turned back to the cookie dough. “I’ll bring you a couple cookies when they’re done.”

He opened his mouth and closed it. He was definitely about to say that he didn’t really like sweets. She knew that, of course. The only reason he ate the cookie dough was to tease her. The other thing she knew was that he wanted to spend time with her, now that he’s starting to be comfortable around the ship again. He had resumed where he was, or where he remembered he was.

And he was at the point where the sexual tension was palatable. He wanted to be around her…in many ways. Not that she blamed him. She knew how attractive she was to him. She knew he was flustered and tongue tied around her. It was cute, even if she did prefer her version of him where he didn’t get flustered every time she caught him staring at her.

Yes, she absolutely preferred the version of him that kissed her casually in the hallway as they passed each other by while he looked at a clipboard. But she supposed if she was given the choice to try again, she should. She would.

“Alright,” he answered her. She smiled at him and he left without another word.

“You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves.” Penguin picked up a ball of cookie dough from the sheet and popped it into his mouth. Ruby smacked his hand again and he pouted.

“We were. He’s fun to flirt with.”

“I would think so, seeing you two never stopped.”

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that annoying. It’s not like we were gushy about it.”

“I suppose that’s fair. You guys were never mushy-gushy, ooey-gooey when you were around people.”

“We really weren’t in private, either…”

“No one believes that.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “I do miss when he attempted to be romantic.”

“You just miss it ‘cause his version of romantic was giving you wine with a foot massage.”

“Yeah, and??”

“Just saying.” He shrugged. “Hurry up with the cookies, I want to eat them.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m working on it.”

~~~~~

“Cookie delivery.” Ruby poked her head in the study. She found Law...asleep. He was sleeping sitting up, his reading glasses still on his face. “Oh boy.” She smiled and walked into the library. “You sure are cute, looking carefree like that.”

She placed the plate of cookies on the desk and started to tidy up around him. She put away books in their proper place, she delicately took off his reading glasses and placed them in a safe spot. She grabbed a light blanket from a chest (that, yes, she added) and laid it over him.

She looked over to his empty coffee mug and smiled. She’ll fill it up for him. She picked up the yellow mug and started on her way out. She made her way into the kitchen and to the coffee pot. She poured the coffee, making sure not to doctor it since she knew he hated that. By the time she made it back to the library, he was already shifting awake. He was rubbing his eyes and pushing the blanket off of his chest.

“Morning,” she sang quietly. He looked over, a hazy confusion in his tired eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”

He shrugged. “My back hurts,” he complained. Ruby walked over and placed his mug on the desk in front of him. She resisted the urge to kiss his temple as she would’ve casually done before. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I also brought you a couple cookies to eat whenever. Although, I have to ask. Why don’t you take a proper nap?”

“It’s fine, I was just resting my eyes.”

Ruby sat in a chair next to him with a small frown. She reached over and moved hair from his forehead and sighed. “Please take care of yourself.”

Law avoided her gaze and she pulled her hand away. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” She patted his head. He stared up at her annoyed and she grinned. “You look like you have something to say.”

“I’m not your pet.”

“No, we both think pet play is weird.” Law blushed and removed her hand from his head. “Sorry,” she giggled.

“Why are you like this?”

“‘Cause.” Law groaned and grabbed his coffee, taking a long sip. Ruby smiled and turned to leave. “I’ll leave you to your books.”

“Hold on.”

“Hm?” She turned and raised her brow. Law hesitated, clearly not expecting her to actually stop and stay. “Ah I see, you want to spend time with me.”

“No.”

“Perhaps even hold hands.”

“No. You’re infuriating, get out.” He pulled his hat over his eyes with a blush.  She giggled and started to leave, trying to hold back her laughter as he grumbled. “Thank you...for the coffee and cookies.” He said after he cleared his throat.

Ruby smiled as she started to walk out. “Welcome.”

[espship18]

Kpop ship for BM anon

Hello one hello all (: How are we today? It’s super hot where I live so ya girl isn’t a happy camper lol. I have a ship for an anon, so without further a do, let’s go! 

Based off of your request, I learned these things about you: 

You’re 5′7 with red shoulder length hair 

You're British which is hecca cool 

Your style reflects a vintage 40s and 50s 

You have the INFP personality i’m the enfp, we’re close!

You're introverted and emotional 

You can be stubborn, but also open-minded 

You’re very caring of others

Hobbies: history aye, that’s it, drawing, writing, and myths

And in your request, you asked to be shipped with BTS, EXO, and Got7! For some reason this is a classic trio for me, so I’m super excited, let’s get it on! 

BTS: Yoongi

Okay so, I see so many aesthetics in this ship, and therefore I am living for this ship! To be honest, you would be Yoongi’s little badass and like you would have this man wrapped around your pinky. I love to think about your fashion style paired with Yoongi’s fashion style. Like, I need visuals for this asap, I love it that much lol. Also, imagine this with me. You and Yoongi are getting ready in the morning. As an act of self love, you enjoy taking more time to get ready in the morning, making sure you look darn good. As you would put on some make up or even doing hair, imagine Yoongi watching you in awe at the different products and techniques you would use. He would be extremely impressed by eyeliner. Of course he’s used to a little eyeliner for work, but when you do that flick and your eyes look completely different, he’s swooning. Moving right along, you would seem like that kind of couple who prefer to hang out together rather than with others, so you two are extremely close with one another. You genuinely enjoy the company of one another and you would also enjoy the company of Yoongi’s fellow group members, they become second family. It’s actually quite sweet how the boys observe you and Yoongi and they will playfully tease you two about being love sick puppies. It’s even a bigger win-win because sometimes you get flustered and hide into Yoongi’s chest. You two are also very good at taking care of each other. We all know that sometimes that Yoongi will put work above health, that’s when you come in and set the record straight and make sure that Yoongi takes care of his health. You especially have to lay the line on him when they’re prepping for a comeback. He can get the most stressed out at those times, so you stay on top of him. AND OMG IMAGINE DYING EACH OTHERS HAIR I’M SCREAMING. At first, Yoongi would be nervous, since he can be picky about his hair, but you would assure him that hair dying isn’t your first rodeo and he’d relax. Yoongi would love the end result though, you wouldn’t get stains on his skin or anything. You two would spend a lot of time in Yoongi’s studio. Yoongi would find himself having an easier time at work with you around, since you would calm him down real easy. You would be good at keeping quiet too, so you don’t disturb Yoongi as he works. You normally use that time to relax and write, and you lowkey like to feed off of Yoongi’s inspiration! Lastly PDA, soft but a little possessive. Yoongi would be protective over you, so he’d normally prefer to have his arm around your torso or holding your hands. He also prefer to peck you on the lips, ya know, so all the peeps can know he’s in love. *eyebrow wiggle* 

EXO: Suho 

Okay so, when I made a decision, I threw my pen on my book and literally said out loud “yes ma’am we are DOING THIS!” If you have ever had a domestic dream, this ship my friend, is the one for you. First off, you two are adorable emotional bears together, cuddly and snuggly bears that is. Suho is the all around package, we all know this, and this man will tell you how amazing you are and how perfect you are. Bottom line, you would never have to worry about not being loved with this man, because if you think that Suho is affectionate with his members, imagine how he would be with you, love overload. Like this bub would pour his heart out to you nearly everyday, he’s just so full of love. Another cute thing that I think would draw Suho to you is the fact when he get’s excited, he nearly pops off like an excited puppy. If the roles were reversed and you would get excited about something, Suho would love it if you got excited. The only difference between you and Suho, you prefer to smile and just let Suho do his cute little excitement rant and you look at him with the most loving look on his eyes. And if you’re excited about something, Suho is all up in that gig. He loves to hype you up even more, aka your number one hype man, and he loves to poke at you to get even more exciting information about what you’re excited about. That may sound like a cluster heap of words, but I hope that makes sense. OMGOMG OKAY LISTEN, couples. outfits. Imagine how freaking cute it would be if Suho did some research and he would purposely try to match outfits with you, with the amazing aesthetics that the 40s and 50s brought us. Along with your domestic fantasy, you’re gonna get your vintage fantasy too! Which by the way, Halloween is the best with him. I wanna focus on date night as well, with Suho more in control. This man will pay attention to the details you like when it comes to your interests. And as a lot of us have noticed, Suho has a thing for galleries and museums. This man will take you to the latest and the greatest museums ever. You even get more spoiled if you travel with Suho and you two go to a museum in another country or something like that. Small coffee shops are also on the date night roster btw. Lastly, PDA, buckle up. Holding hands would be Suho’s FAVORITE thing ever. Suho would love the versatility of hand holding, mostly so if he was holding your hand, he could pull you close to him and hug you. Forehead kisses are on the roster too, can’t forget those, hehe. 

Got7: Mark 

Oki doki, for the last ship for the day, I really really like this combo. When I think of you and Mark together, you two have this quality about you two that makes you two great for each other. You both are very soft and loving people and you two are very caring people. I know this sounds kind of weird, but you two would bond over being caring. I can see that you would be friends with JB or one of Mark’s group mates and you would hang out with the boys often. You would be sort of like almost friends with Mark, you two would talk, but it would normally be over like roasting JB or Yugyeom. But then, one day, the boys would devise a plan where all of them except Mark and you would go and pick up dinner. Since you wouldn’t want to make things awkward, you two would start talking and then eventually you two would find out you have things in common! You two would take your friendship slow, then would the mushy gushy feelings would come, you would still take things slow. You wouldn’t want to rush things then end up hurting each other, that’s the last thing that Mark would want, trust me. But to be honest, you two wouldn’t have that many problems or difficulties. You two are very easy going people, so you wouldn’t have many conflicts, and you two would have such good chemistry, there would be nothing to worry about. You two also have that studio apartment as plant parents vibe. And of course, we can’t leave out coco! Little coco would absolutely love you, so that was also a contributing factor as to why Mark would like you so much. And to be honest, now that I think about it, if there was ever a disagreement between you and Mark, it would be over cute bicker sessions over something silly, it would never be that deep though. Mark would also highkey enjoy pushing your buttons playfully to see how stubborn you can get, he would think it’s super cute, he knows you’re always right though. Oh! I can’t forget that Mark is super close with his family. You would easily get the Papa Tuan seal of approval. Papa Tuan would love you so much, and he’d be so eager to meet you too! Date night with Mark is normally in the apartment, mostly to just spend time with each other and good off. Sometimes you would try to cook, which Mark would do a great job and he would highkey enjoy cooking for you. You two would also have deep talks. Since you can be good at listening, you would let Mark pour his heart out to you and you would help him in anyway you can. Pillow talk sessions are a must btw. Lastly, PDA with Mr. Tuan, here. Super soft PDA, mostly with Mark being a smol clingy bean who enjoys curling up to you. You never mind it though, because you literally have your own personal teddy bear!

~STA

[belovasangel]

Sweet Tooth

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 1347

Summary: A spoonful of sugar helps the Christmas season go down.

Warnings: Lots of fluff, implied sexual innuendos

“Hey, Tommy, can you pass me an egg, please?” You said, looking up from the mixing bowl. Tom was standing in the door of the fridge, looking for something to drink. He nodded, pulling out a carton of eggs and a single beer for himself. He walked over the placed both on the counter beside you, putting his hands on your waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

“What’re you making, love?” He said, looking over your shoulder. “I’m making a cake for your family to thank them.” You replied softly, crackling an egg into the bowl. Setting down the shell, Tom slowly turned you around to face him. “They love you, (Y/N). Not as much as I do, though.” He said, bringing a hand to cup your jaw. His thumb ran across your cheek, swiping away the flour specks on your face.

“It just means so much they would let me stay during the holidays.” You said, turning your head to watch Paddy and Dom watching Rudolph on the television. Fairy lights lined the ceiling, and the big Christmas tree in the corner illuminated the room. Everyone’s stockings were near the window, awaiting to be filled with gifts.

Tom pressed a kiss to the back of your ear. “Why would they not? You should feel welcome with us, especially since our one year is coming up.” He said, a small smile on his face. A warmth spread to your face, remembering how you two met. New Years at Chris Pratt’s, how could you forget? The bugger kept pushing you towards Tom in the corner as the clock counted down from a minute. “Hey, Tom, meet (Y/N). You both are crippingly alone. Now talk.”

Chuckling at the thought, you turned back to your bowl, starting to mix the egg into the batter. Tom moved besides you, picking up the cake tin and began lining the sides in flour. Looking up to the television, Paddy began singing the Rudolph song. Tom leaned over and began humming the tune in your ear. “Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose…”

Snorting, you took a finger of cake batter and smeared it on Tom’s nose. He scrunched up, wiping the mix off. He slowly smirked, taking some himself and swiping it across your lips. Letting out a laugh, Tom leaned forwards. “Here, lemme help you clean up.”

Tom pressed his lips to yours, hands bringing your waist closer to him. As your arms wrapped around his neck, Tom began slowly sucking on your bottom lip, letting out an airy whine. Tom pulled away, cake batter on the corner of his mouth. “I might have to start calling you sugar, because those lips are sweet.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and wiping away the leftover batter on your mouth. Squinting his eyes with a confused smile, Tom let out a chuckle. “You don’t like the pet name, huh?”

You took the cake tin from the counter, slowly pouring the mixture in. “It’s not that I hate pet names, Tommy, I love them. I just hate the food, mushy-gushy ones. Sugar is made for cooking, not for names.” Tom rolled his eyes, taking another finger of the mixture and brought it to his mouth. “You’ll get used to it, sugar.” He said, taking his unopened beer and walking out of the kitchen. With a sigh and a smirk, you turned back to the batter, spooning some into the second tin.

“Psst, hey, (Y/N), it’s Christmas!” You heard Tom say. Letting out a low groan, you rolled over, ignoring Tom’s wakeup call. “As much as I love playing this game, Paddy is downstairs waiting for you, honey.”

You rubbed your eyes, letting out a yawn. “Honey is worse than sugar, Tommy.” You said, removing your hands and looking at Tom. He was in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair flopping gently in front of his eyes. Tom grabbed your hand, pulling you gently out of bed and wrapped an arm around your warm shoulders. He opened the door and escorted you out to the living room.

Looking around, you saw the family sitting anxiously on the couch, sipping coffee and eating cinnamon rolls. Sam turned around on the couch and saw you enter the room. “There they are! Sleeping beauty finally woke up.” Rolling your eyes, you gave a wave while Tom sat you down on the empty loveseat. He momentarily left for the kitchen, coming back with two mugs of coffee. Tom threw a blanket over your legs and sat back, letting out a content sigh. “Ready for your presents, gumdrop?”

You tilted your head back and let out a scoff. “That’s the worst one so far, Tom.” As Tom opened his mouth for a remark, Harry threw a present on Tom’s lap. “We’ve been waiting for too long. Let’s get this show started.”

By the end of the morning, you had watched the family go through waves of emotions. Dom and Nikki nearly cried when Tom gave them a new grille for their patio, Harry couldn’t contain himself when Sam got him a new camera lense, and Paddy was overjoyed by the Polaroid camera you gifted him. When almost all the gifts were given out, Tom had the final one for you.

“Alright, sweetheart, are you ready?” You rolled your eyes, nodding. You tried containing your smile by biting your lip, watching Tom fumble around with the present behind his back. Finally, he gently placed a little box into your hands. You looked up with shell-shocked eyes, watching the family slowly take out their phones to film.

You carefully peeled away the wrapping paper, watching the velvet box come undone. As tears slowly filled your eyes, you opened the box. Inside was a beautiful silver ring, with a “T” engraved into the band. “It’s a promise ring. When we get older, you’ll get a real engagement ring, but for now you’re mine. That is, if you want it?”

Hot tears fell down your cheeks, looking up from the ring. “Of course, Tom.” You said, pulling him into a sweet kiss. The family cheered around you, standing up to congratulate you both. “Hey, hey, it isn’t an engagement! Just the precursor.”

Tom took the ring out of the box and slid it on your ring finger, watching it fit perfectly. He gave you another gentle kiss, pulling you into a hug. “I love you, (Y/N).” He said, placing his head in your neck. “I want to marry you.”

Christmas day ended fast, but the night was still alive. It was snowing heavy outside, and after having a delicious meal made by Nikki and yourself, everyone was outside playing in the snow while you and Tom were cuddling on the loveseat. Tom had a hand on your thigh under the blanket, while you kept looking at the ring he gave you.

He leaned over the gave you a kiss on the cheek. “What’re you thinking about, honey?” You looked up, seeing his tired hooded eyes. “I’m just so thankful for you and your family for letting me into your home.” Tom gave you a sleepy smile, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours. “My family loves you, (Y/N). Not as much as I do, but…” He mumbled.

You brought a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through his locks. “You know,” you started, “All day you’ve been calling me these sweet names.”

Tom lifted his head up, his brows furrowed. “The only think sweet I want is your lollipop.” You said, placing your hand on his thigh. Tom laughed, covering his mouth. You shook your head, snorting yourself. “That sounded sexier in my head.” Tom nodded, leaning in. “You’re always welcome to have a lick, darling.” You pushed Tom away, standing up.

“I’m done with this half-assed sugar foreplay.” Tom stood quickly, picking you off the ground and carrying you to the bedroom, laughing as you were thrown over his shoulder. “You won’t be for long, sugar.”