#You currently have me blushing and hiding behind a blanket so you can't see me

[and-stir-the-stars]

Okay so since your art is the silent protector au thats Mike in front of Evan yeah? Or is it the other way around? Kinda hard to tell cos of the back, but holy hell it's so good! Goldie looking down is 🤌🤌🤌

Anyway, your art gave me a thought of Evan as Golden Freddy confronting Night Guard Mike, and Mike is horrified (as usual) cos that's his *brother*. And he's petrified, even more than when he got scooped. And Evan, maybe he's feeling cruel. Maybe Cassidy is egging him on if it's Golden Duo. In any case, Evan garbles out "Looks like you want a closer look. How about a kiss for your brother" before biting Michael.

Oh! Um, I started doodling because I wanted to draw the scene where Evan is curled up beside Mike/Fredbear screaming "ihateyouihateyouihateyou" over and over again after asking if Mike really is looking out for him. I wanted to draw Evan half facing away from the viewer with his hand clutching at the animatronic's shoulder, but I couldn't get the angle right; i erased Evan entirely and just put a ghostly outline with tear-tracks leaking down its face to show Evan. And then I kinda stared at the picture for a bit before posting it and decided that it really looks more like Evan’s spirit taking control of the suit to attack Mike, so I guess the little doodle I posted is both of those scenarios at the same time. I redid the drawing like 5 seconds after posting that sketch, so:

"How about a kiss for your brother" oh my god, that's such a beautiful line of dialogue! So wonderfully cruel and angsty! I'm just imagining Michael taking a step back every time Evan gets closer; he can't get himself to believe his sensitive little brother would ever really hurt him no matter how mad he is, but this is a Michael who knows exactly what the souls possessing animatronics are capable of and has been on the wrong end of their torment before, so he can't help the instinct to move backward. It isn't until Evan says that line of dialogue that it comes crashing down on Michael what Evan is about to do and the cruel irony of HOW he is going to do it. He begs Evan to just stop, waitwaitwait, please just listen--

-- but Michael never listened when Ev begged him to stop, and Ev has no reason to listen now.

[aimfor-theheart]

hi cielo !! hope you're enjoying your night !! here me out: apocalypse au megumi for your writing game👀🤲

in my minds eye (and ignoring current canon lol) he is sooo final girl coded 💗

curious what you think !!

ELLA!!!! omg i actually really do love an apocalypse au......i have one with maki actually! a wip i pick at every once and awhile but you're v right it can fit megumi well too!!! thank you for submitting!! <333

apocalypse au

megumi x reader

cw: none? sharing a sleeping bag for warmth hehe

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the sky is a smoky, slate grey. it carries on forever—forever of nothingness. an empty sky. you feel as if the sun has been stolen from it.

you shiver hard, rubbing your hands together. winter is setting on faster than you'd thought it would. you're not as prepared as you'd hoped you'd be. but the weather doesn't care, the cold wind hat cuts across your face doesn't care.

your traveling companion eyes you a moment.

then megumi walks over, a blot of darkness against all this grey, and drops his coat over your shoulders.

your traveling companion is a strange man—strange and kind and standoffish and harsh and protective and gentle.

you shake your head to deny him, but he fastens it tighter around you.

"no—what about you? you'll freeze without it."

"so will you." he grunts and doesn't say another word, moving on. "we need to make it another few miles before we can set up camp tonight and i need you to keep moving."

"we'll trade off." you try to argue with him. "i can't let you go without it the rest of the day."

"i need to find you a better coat before the weather turns worse." he says.

it's always i need to do this, i should do this, i have to do this. he takes everything onto his shoulders, makes it his responsibility to see it all through. to keep you and he living and moving.

"we'll hit a town in the next few days, wont' we?" you ask. "i'm sure we can find one there."

he doesn't say another word. he presses on and you follow. he is wary of strangers on these travels and when one too many cross your paths, he pushes you behind him, glaring at anyone who looks for too long.

you cling to the back of his shirt like a child and stumble along.

when night falls, you can only keep the fire going for a small amount of time, both so you don't attract attention and because your supplies are cold and damp.

your sleeping bags are too thin for how cold the temperature begins to drop.

the forest is so silent. and so dark. and you're shivering so hard.

you roll over to see megumi's figure in the dark. his own tense shivering that he's trying to hide. you're wearing his coat to bed upon his instance.

you swallow hard.

"megumi," you say into the dark.

"hm?"

"i'm freezing," you whimper through the shivers. "i can't sleep."

he sighs, but instantly turns over in his sleeping bag, facing you, his face just a shadow. one that you know well.

"i know." he agrees softly, "we need to find more blankets, too—"

"can i come into your sleeping bag?" you ask and after everything, you don't have enough energy to be embarrassed. after the end of the world, you figure there isn't much else to lose now, anyways. you wish you felt embarrassed enough to blush, you wish you'd feel that prickling heat anywhere.

there isn't much to lose—maybe except him.

"i don't have to," you say quickly into his silence.

"no—we'll have to—" he swallows, "we'll probably have to get used to it over the winter."

"okay." you respond and begin to slip out of your own sleeping bag, the wind a brutal and cutting as it slips into the little warmth you'd gathered. you move to him in the dark, you bring your own sleeping bag to use as a second blanket over the two of you.

megumi shifts, sitting up a little on his elbow and trying to give you space to get in.

it isn't much.

with a lot of struggling and wriggling and little apologies and squirming, you manage to get in beside him.

flushed to him.

you're facing him which maybe you should—

"should i—" your hands are braced on his chest and you can hear his poor heart. hammering so hard, so nervous. it's almost funny—it almost makes you laugh—megumi, so stoic and resourceful and strong, suddenly nervous. "um." you say to cover it up, "is this comfortable for you?"

he nods quickly. "is it comfortable for you?" he asks.

you shift a little, twining your legs and getting more comfortable. tentatively, he lets his arms wrap around you. hands on as neutral places as they can be; your back, high on your waist.

"this okay?" you ask quietly.

again, he nods sharply.

"then i'm comfortable."

"okay. good."

you duck your head, hiding your smile against his chest. before you know it, a laugh escapes you.

"what?" he grinds out.

"i've never seen you falter in the most dangerous situations and this is what makes you nervous?"

"i'm not nerv—"

"i can feel your poor heart, megumi."

he snaps his mouth shut. he's silent for a moment and his heart, as if to prove a point, thuds and thuds and thuds.

"it's okay," you whisper, cuddling closer, "take a deep breath—i don't bite. it's just for warmth. like you said—we'll probably have to do this all winter."

he listens to you and tries to take a deep breath, which you find endlessly endearing, too.

you hide your smile again.

"right." he says tightly, his big hand shifting just barely over your hip, "just for warmth." he agrees stiffly.

you wrap your arms around him, too, tucking yourself in deep to the corners of his body. stealing his warmth and giving yours freely. the sky, once so full of nothing, opens wide with stark, twinkling stars.

"i feel warmer already."

[yawn-junn]

hi, i saw you added onewe to your masterlist and wanted to ask if it'd be okay to request for them? if so, could i ask for something sweet with yonghoon, maybe both him and the reader being exhausted but just unable to fall asleep? thank you!!

★Up All Night - Yonghoon★

★Special thanks too: the amazing person who requested, Yonghoon, Onewe

★Note: I'm currently sick and unable to sleep so I figured I should write something

★Taglist: no one at the moment but if you wanna join please DM me or send an ask

★TW: mentions of food : eating food : late night snacks : loud laughing : scolding : sleeping on the couch : sharing a blanket : sharing food : ramen :

10-29-23

You and, Yonghoon are cuddled up on your shared bed, both of you not being able to sleep. You, who thought Yonghoon was asleep got up off your bed, "where are you going?" A voice broke through the silence of the dark room, jumping slightly from the unexpected noise. Quickly turning around, refocusing your eyes to see your lover.

"I can't sleep so I was gonna watch TV and, eat whatever ramen we have in the cupboard and, let you sleep here" you reply, putting your slippers on, "well I can't either, so you can't just leave me here alone in the dark" Yonghoon says dramatically. You sigh "then come with me" you said quietly making your way to the door, Yonghoon didn't respond but you heard the soft creeks of the floor boards under his feet.

After a few minutes you and Yonghoon got snuggled on the couch watching his favorite show, while you slurped on ramen next to him half paying attention. "I swear he's my favorite character, he owns this entire plot" Yonghoon said giggling at the guy on ramen "uhuh" you hummed focused on your ramen, "you're not paying attention are you?" Yonghoon said teasingly, once you realized he caught on you blushed hiding behind your ramen bowl, your action caused Yonghoon to laugh a bit loudly.

Quickly hushing him "Hoon! The neighbors!" You scolded, lightly hitting his shoulder, he hushed his laughing, but his body shaked, being a dead give away to him still laughing. You sigh ignoring him going back to your ramen, a few seconds later, you notice Yonghoons face slowly coming closer to the chopsticks in your hand. Holding out a bundle of noodles close to his mouth, he closes his mouth around you're noodles before slurping and chewing.

A few minutes later of you sharing your ramen with Yonghoon, you set the bowl on the low coffee table, in front of the couch you two are on, you snuggle you're head into Yonghoons shoulder, falling asleep almost instantly. It takes Yonghoon a second to notice your quiet snoring, once he does a small smile grew on his face, pulling you closer grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, laying it over the both of you, turning the TV off, he lays you on him, falling asleep beneath you.

Although you were both slightly uncomfortable that night you both slept amazing. (you made sure to give Yonghoon a back message from laying with you on him on the couch)

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Prompt idea that came to my head! I just love Peter 3 and Gwen so much, i can't get enough of prompts with them!

Peter 3 and Gwen deciding to have a movie night! They are watching a scary movie and Gwen doesn't scare easy so Peter 3 is the only one jumping at every scene and she's laughing at him! He decides he's had enough and is like "well there is one monster you may be scared of...." and decides to pull out the tickle monster!

"How are you so calm through this movie..."

(I love the idea of Peter being scared during a movie Gwen loves ❤️ it's absolutely adorable and so fitting for Peter Parker :) Thank you for the adorable prompt lovely Anon! Enjoy 😁)

"How are you so calm through this movie . . ."

"After a few years of knowing you swinging around the city several stories up on a thin piece of string, this is a cakewalk." Gwen popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Peter 3 glared at his girlfriend. "Hey!"

"Don't tahake it to heart sweetheart. I was just teasing." Gwen snuggled closer to Peter 3. "I just don't scahare that easily."

Peter used his hand not currently covered in butter to play with her hair. "How is that fair?"

"Don't know jitterbug. Guehess that's just the way it is."

A scream from the movie had Peter burrowing under the blanket. The smaller blond snickered at the adorableness. She waited for the scene to pass before she peeked back under the cover.

She was met with another glare.

"Whahat's that look fohor?"

"You laughed at me!"

Gwen cooed. "Ihim sorry, it's juhust funny to see the amazing smart alec spidermahan burrowing under the blanket at a cheap jumpscare. . . But I'm promise I'm not judging yohou too hard."

"Spiderman isn't afraid of these things, but Peter Parker is!"

The pout on her boyfriend's face had her giggling again. "Hohow does that logic work?"

Peter Parker peeked out from behind the blanket. "It just does!"

Gwen chuckled as her boyfriend returned to his hiding spot when the monster jumped back out again. "Ahaw, someone's juhumpy."

"Stooop!"

"Buhut it's soho cute!"

Peter growled at the smaller blond. "No it's not!"

"Ihit really is Pete."

Peter 3 came out from behind the blanket with a smirk on his face. "Wehell there is one monster you may be scared of. . ."

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?"

Three wiggled his fingers. "The tickle monster."

Gwen squeaked then broke into giggles as she was pulled into a hug and a hand tickled her sides. "Peter!"

Three growled playfully as he continued to skitter his fingers around her tummy and sides. "Thehe tickle monster's hungy fohor giggles!"

The smaller blond snorted as she squirmed and tangled herself in her blanket.

"Awww, whose a tickwish wittwe cuwtie? Youw awre! Yes youw awre!"

Gwen playfully pushed Peter. "Wehere mihissing thehe mohovie!"

"Wehe're not missing muhuch. The prihiest is successful."

"What!"

Peter froze.

Gwen shoved his chest. "You tohold me yohouve never seheen this movie!"

"I haven't!"

"Thehen how do yohou know!"

Three blushed and looked away from his girlfriend. One hand disappeared under his blanket and pulled out his phone.

"You looked uhup the ending!"

"I'm sorry. I wahas hoping it would ease my nerves."

The smaller blond smiled sympathetically at her boyfriend. She knew these movies weren't his favorites, but he made an effort for her.

She kissed Peter's cheek. "Thank you for watching this with me."

"Of course! I love spending time with you."

"And I love spending time with you." Gwen snuggled closer to her boyfriend. "Buhut maybe with a different movie."

"But you're enjoying it."

"I can watch it later."

"You can keep watching it." A blush crept across Peter 3's face. "But Ihi just mihight need a . . . distraction."

A smirk found it's way on to the smaller blond's face. "Oho really?"

The blush spread to Three's ears.

Meanwhile, one of Gwen's hands slipped under Peter's shirt. "Ihi think that can behe arranged."

Shortly thereafter, the room was filled with Peter's quiet giggles as Gwen continued to watch her movie.

[railingsofsorrow]

Paper Rings

[kol mikaelson x reader]

SONG INSPIRATION » PAPER RINGS by taylor swift

summary: a newly wed couple share their happiness in the morning after their wedding.

pairing: k. mikaelson x fem!vampire!reader

w.c: 793

warnings/content: kissing & cuddling & happiness; post-wedding bliss.

part of the “taylor swift anthology”

A/N: this blurb is a part of the taylor swift anthology that is currently a work in progress. I'm building the masterlist to it and it will be ready by the end of the month ig. now, enjoy the reading!

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“I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings.”

His fingers traveled through her arms gently, giving her skin short goosebumps. Once his fingers reached her neck, he caressed it until it arrived above her chest, where the blanket covered it. Kol watched her eyelashes flutter—meaning she was waking up.

The corner of his lips lifted and he rested an elbow behind his head to watch the event happening.

Y/N's eyes met a warm chest before she could see or feel anything else, then she looked up. Amber eyes found hers with an amusement glint on them. The sunlight made his eyes seem lighter than their usual color; his skin drowned in golden. She lowered her eyes, burying her face into his chest, his heartbeat loud against her ears with vampire hearing.

His chuckles entered her ears like her favorite sweetened coffee entered her throat: calmly and heavenly.

“You don't stare at someone as they sleep. This is relationship 101, Kol.” Y/N groaned, lips grazing his skin teasingly. Kol leaned back so he could look down at her properly.

He smirked and pecked her nose. She scrunched it cutely.

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

“This is what you get for being too beautiful, darling.” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to turn away but he didn't let her. Pulling her back against him again. “You don't think I can feel you staring at me as I sleep, too? Not too good at hiding it, my love.”

Y/N made a sound of faux surprise, “I do no such a thing!”

“Oh, but you do, too!”

Their bickering carries on in the company of loving kisses and soft whispers and giggling.

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

To be in love can be kind of magical, don't you think?

Perhaps this was the magic Kol Mikaelson was missing when he became a vampire.

“I love you for all eternity.” Y/N whispers stealthily as if it were a dangerous secret, arms spread out on his chest as she stared at him lovingly. “I think ever since the first time I saw you—”

“Tsc tsc,” Kol shook his head like a five year old that didn't agreed with his mother. “You're stealing my lines, love. Can't do that, can we?” He gave her a dazzling smile. She cupped his cheeks, bringing his face closer so she could unleash kisses all over it. Y/N could very well see the blush in his cheeks when she stopped kissing him; and she found it adorable.

“I can do that. I can do whatever I want, Mr. Mikaelson.” Whispering in between his lips, he hummed and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

“You can, Miss Mikaelson.” He shifted their positions quickly, staying on top of her instead but holding his weight with his arms. “You can do whatever you wish.”

While playing with the baby hairs in the back of his neck, her eyes studied him with a longing smile. He raised an eyebrow, not being able to prevent himself and sharing the same grin.

“What?” He inquired.

“Marry me again.” She blurted out.

Kol caressed her cheek, heart melting at her words. “Is that what you want?” His nose bumped with hers as their breath mixed. “Mhm? Would you like for me to kneel again? Perhaps another ring too?” He finally closed the minimum space between their lips.

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

She was breathless.

But she would keep kissing him until all air left her lungs.

“I don't care about rings. We could have paper rings for all I care. I just want to marry you again, Kol.” She cupped his face, eyebrows creasing in deep thought. “I love you so much that I'd marry you everyday. I'd chose you every in every timeline. I'd find you through thousand lifetimes.”

I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings

That's right,

Kol frowned when a lonely tear slipped down her eye. “Hey.” He uttered in a concerned tone, kissing the spot where the tear had left wet, “I love you too, darling. More than anything or anyone else in this entire world. Why are you crying?”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head and quickly drying her eyes.

“I just... never thought I'd find you.”

He smiled softly, “Well, I'd never thought I'd find you. But here we are. And I'm the happiest man on earth for that.”

She sighed against his touch, taking his hand and leaving a kiss on his palm.

“I am the happiest to have found you.” He kissed her forehead, adjusting his body to have her head on his chest. “To have married you.”

“I do think Y/N Mikaelson has a nice ring to it, don't you?”

She laughed with her whole heart, “I do, Kol. I do.”

Darling, you're the one I want.

[tsukishimas-shortcake]

Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

[imerdwarf]

Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

Tags: @smokeybluebrooke-lyn @pinkdiamond1016

[morganaspendragonss]

so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

or

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

*

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

*

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

*

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

*

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

*

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

*

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

*

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

*

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

*

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

*

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

*

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

*

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

[celestialevie]

Flower Boy // George Weasley x GN! Reader

Summary: AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happenes when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man. Warnings: fluff, mention of food, tattoos, flowers, George being absolute charmer Word count: 1.7k a/n: enjoy this aboslute fluff of a fic!! and again, english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please do not hestitate to let me know about it!! ' Evangeline ' is an oc of mine, so she might appear in some of my fics as a side charachter. Also credit to @bwbatta for the dividers!!

Being a tattoo artist was one of the things you were proudest of. It wasn't easy to become one after neglecting art for so many years during High School. But after your best friend opened her own flower shop, she helped you get your inspiration for art being constantly surrounded by flowers and stories of why people were getting flowers. You were happy with everything but not knowing that wasn't the end of your happiness. It all started when you were on your lunch break and decided to swing by your best friend's flower shop to visit her. Expecting to see a small blonde girl behind the counter, you were shocked to see a tall ginger man standing there instead. '' Hello, how can I help you today? '' When ginger looked up, he felt as if someone kicked all of the air from his lungs because before him stood a beautiful person with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. Smiling at them as they approached the counter, they were even more beautiful up close. '' Hi, um I'm looking for Evangeline? I didn't know she hired someone new. '' Ginger laughed, nodding his head. '' Ah yes, I'm only here temporarily. Unfortunately, you just missed her, she left to go on a lunch break with my uglier twin. '' You only laughed at that. '' Too bad, but can you please let her know that y/n looked for her? '' He nodded. '' I'll let her know. I'm George by the way. If you ever wanna ask her for me. '' George wiggled his eyebrows, making you shook your head. '' It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Please don't break any of her flowers she's not afraid to commit murder if you break something in her shop. '' his eyes widen, making you laugh as you were leaving but his voice stopped you. '' Hey! You come here often? '' he asks '' Considering I use to work here and my best friend owns it, yes. '' and with that, you left the shop, heading back to your workplace.

As the clock turned changed time to 8 pm, you relaxed finally going home after a stressful day. Just as you were open the door, Evangeline barged in. '' Hello, heard you've been looking for me. '' She grinned at her best friend, attacking them with a hug. '' Hello to you too,'' you said returning the hug '' I see the tall ginger you failed to mention to me kept his word. '' smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth as you recall your encounter with him from earlier today. '' It seemed to me you left a trance on Georgie boy. '' Evangeline wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh '' You can't do that to me, I wanted to have lunch with my best friend only to find she ditched me for and I quote the ginger man '' uglier twin '', leaving me to get almost a heart attack. For a second I thought I walked into a wrong shop. '' Both of you walked out of the shop, heading towards your apartment. '' Speaking of that date, you also failed to mention you were dating someone, and here I thought we tell each other everything, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed. '' you nudged her, blush creeping on her cheeks. '' Oh my god are you blushing? He's making you blush just by thinking of him? You need to tell me about him. '' and so she did. She told you how his name is Fred and along with his twin, he has 6 siblings, making both of them the middle children. It was very interesting to know about a man who took an interest in my best friend. Deciding she'll spend the night at yours, you both got cosy into pyjamas and watched movies until you both crashed. The next morning you went together to work, letting you know she'll come to your work for the lunch break. So when your lunch break came, you didn't expect her to walk in with the same ginger man from yesterday. '' y/n/n, I brought us a bodyguard to keep us safe during our lunch break. '' grin played on her lips, making you shake your head. '' Yeah because we're so in danger that someone is gonna try and kill us while eating Taco Bell. '' George snorted, making you look at him. He looked even cuter than yesterday if that's even possible. Maybe there was something in gingers that you'd yet to discover that makes them so attractive. '' So flower boy, what do you do when you're not being a bodyguard or taking care of Evie's flower shop. '' he was grinning at the nickname. '' I own a joke shop with my brother, but we're currently redecorating inside so we had to close it for a week or two. '' An attractive businessman, that's a first one you snorted to yourself. Spending an hour with two of them, turned into a mostly back and forth conversation between George and you. Soon Evie had to leave, her lunch break coming to an end. To your surprise, George asked you if he could stay for a bit longer, which you said yes to since you had no client for another hour. He asked you about your art style, which, according to George made your eyes sparkle up with happiness, making him chuckle when you started to ramble not even noticing. '' You're rambling. '' he chuckled making you blush a little. '' Sorry, sometimes I can get carried away without even noticing. '' George smiled, taking your hand in his, making you look at him. '' Don't apologise, it's adorable. '' blushing even harder, you looked at the clock making you realise that in 15 minutes your client should be coming. '' Oh shit I didn't even realise how much time has passed already, I have to prepare for the next client. But hey if you ever want a tattoo you know where to come. '' You said and with that, you disappeared somewhere behind in the storage, kind of hiding from flower boy, because he's starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before.

Everything was happening so fast, in the next few days he kept coming either alone or in a company of Evangeline. She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it. You even got to meet Fred, him wanting to meet the fascinating best friend of his girlfriend and the person who his brother can't seem to stop talking about. So when George asked you out, you said yes having nothing to lose. Deciding on a picnic, both of you packed some food, and he picked you up after work, leading you to a park. He prepared a blanket and put down the baskets where food and drinks were, sitting down and relaxing. '' How was your day? '' you began the conversation. '' It was good, mostly spent the entire day thinking of what to bring for our date tonight. '' a smile appeared on his face. '' How was yours? Any interesting tattoos you did? '' so you told him about this older guy who had half of his back tattooed with some weird game character, which made him laugh. Looking up at the sky, it looked amazing. '' Isn't the view beautiful? '' a grin played on your lips as you looked at the stars. George was only looking at you, and how beautiful you looked under the stars. If he wasn't already falling, he definitely would've now. '' Yeah, it couldn't be more beautiful. '' you looked at him and he was looking at you. '' Stop looking at me like that! '' He grinned at you, placing a hand on your cheek. '' Like what? '' he said softly while looking you in the eyes. '' L-like I've placed all the stars in the sky as if I'm the most unique thing on this planet. '' you were avoiding his eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to breathe if you do. George had other plans, because he softly placed finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with so much adoration, making you get lost in them. '' I've been looking at you like that ever since we first met, darling. I've grown quite fond of you from the first time our eyes met. '' a smile was spread on both of your lips '' God how much I love seeing you smile. I like you so much, love. '' placing your hands on both of his cheeks '' Can I tell you something? '' you said quietly almost a whisper. '' You can tell me anything. '' ''I like you too flower boy. '' even bigger smile was on his lips. '' Could you say it again? '' you furrowed your eyebrows. '' Were you not listening? '' he shook his head. ' No, I was, I just like the sound of your voice. '' you shook your head at his goofiness. '' Can you kiss me? '' a grin appeared on his lips '' Thought you'd never ask. '' and with that, he placed his soft lips on top of yours, lips mending with each other. It was like fireworks exploded inside you, from how much happiness you felt in this moment. Everything was perfect.

The next day you decided to visit Evangeline in the shop, expecting to see I guy you've grown s much fond of. And there he was stood with Fred and Evangeline, his beautiful smile playing on his lips. '' Hello, hope I'm not interrupting a big secret meeting. '' you joked as you approached them. George pulled you in his embrace, placing a small kiss on your temple as he sneaked an arm around your shoulder. '' Of course not love. '' you smiled at him, starting a conversation with him, not noticing how Fred and Evangeline were looking at the two of you. '' I haven't seen her smile like that in ages. '' Evie said, '' Hey flower boy, '' Fred began only to be shot by a dirty look by you. '' Hey, only I can call him that,'' you said and with that making everyone laugh including yourself. This is the happiest you've been in forever, and you could only hope it could stay like this forever.

[escapewriter]

Hug

pairing : jihoon x reader

synopsis : the way to your boyfriend’s heart? obviously it would be singing to him.

genre : FLUFFFFF

word count : 1.8k

a/n : for mr birthday boy sir. lowkey this made me laugh a bit when i was writing but it made my heart melt at the same time. also the summary is crap cuz i didn’t know how to describe it. the story was better in my head a month ago.

svt written masterlist || main masterlist

“Happy Birthday Jihoon!”

“Happy Birthday man.”

“Birthday Happy Jihoon.”

“Thank you guys, thank you.” Jihoon smiled after blowing out the candles of his small birthday cake that his members got him.

“You sure you don’t want to go out and celebrate, Jihoon?” Seungcheol looked at the younger, not sure if he should force him or not.

“No, I’m okay staying in just this one time.” He smiled at his caring leader and the rest of his members, “Thank you guys for the cake and singing to me.”

Various of ‘of course’ and ‘how could we not?’ came out of their mouths as they began to bid him goodbye for the night.

It was 12am and Jihoon had no plans on sleeping tonight, well, not anytime soon at least. Sure it was his birthday, but he still had to work. It’s the same thing for the other members, it’s the same thing on Christmas, same thing on New Years. They have each other, but they never got time to spend it with their families or significant others.

In all honesty, Jihoon really had nothing planned because he finished everything that needed to be done, he just wanted free time. That’s where you come in.

You were currently finishing up the final touches to your gift for your boyfriend as you prepared to head out the door. Yes it was late, and knowing Jihoon, he’s going to make you spend the night for ‘safety reasons.’ He can deny it all he wants, but the man just wants to cuddle you all the time, so you packed some pajamas and toiletries.

Your phone began to buzz on your coffee table.

Jihoon : you on your way yet?

You : i’m just preparing your gift and then i’m heading over.

Jihoon : i told you, you didn’t need to buy me a gift YN.

You rolled your eyes. He says that every year, and what do you do? You don’t listen.

You : i know and i choose to ignore you. but believe me, you’re going to want this gift.

Jihoon didn’t know how to take in your words. Was it a bad gift that you’d enjoy watching him react to? Or was it a good gift?

Jihoon : i don’t know how to react to that, but hurry up.

You : be patient my darling, be patient. i’m on my way lmao.

Jihoon : drive safe

You got into your car and started the engine, driving down the streets of Seoul and to your boyfriends oh so messy (not really, thank you mingyu) dorm.

~

You got off the elevator, backpack on your left shoulder and Jihoon’s gift in your right hand. You sent him a text stating that you’re getting off the elevator, seeing his door open as light illuminated the dark hallway.

Reaching the door, you saw your boyfriend. “Hi, happy birthday my love,” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he stepped aside, welcoming you into his home.

“Thank you baby.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you away to his room before you could even greet the members who were in the living room. Once he shut the door, he laid on his bed as you set your backpack on the couch.

“You couldn’t let me greet the boys?” His gift was in your hand as he just stared at you. You sighed and softly tossed the box to the couch. You noticed his eyes follow your movement of the wrapped item, “You wanna open it now? Or do you want to ask about your significant other’s day?”

He looked up into your eyes, acting as if he doesn't want to open it right now, “How was your day sweetie?” He shot you an innocent smile as you rolled your eyes and took your shoes off before sitting up on his bed with your feet crossed.

“Ah forget it. It was the same old thing at school, nothing much happened.” He laughed at your attempt to stall so he would open the gift later.

“Hey, at least I made an effort.” You played with the blanket underneath you, staring at his guitar.

“You know, that isn’t the only gift I have prepared for you.” He raised his eyebrows in confusion as he sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“Oh? And is it in the box or just a separate thing?” You didn’t look at him as you continued to stare at his guitar, pursing your lips and nodding your head to signal him to look there. He looked at his guitar that was by his desk before his eyes widened, “Wait, YN. Are you actually planning on singing to me?”

You finally looked at him with big doe eyes, “Do you want me to?”

“Only if you’re comfortable.”

You got up and grabbed the guitar and carefully sat back done because you know Jihoon is about his guitar. “Well then,” you strummed a bit, feeling nerves bubble up in your chest, “I’m comfortable.”

Jihoon crossed his legs and rested his elbows in his knees as he watched you, excitement bubbling in his chest. He’s never heard you sing and he didn’t really ask you to until you mentioned that you played many instruments, one instrument being your voice. However, when he did ask, you became very shy and your stage fright began to show. Immediately, he calmed you down and never dared to ask you again.

He couldn’t believe this is happening right now as he watched you strum, getting used to the guitar.

“You should know this song, Jihoon. It would be nice if you sang along with me.” A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked down to the instrument on your lap. You took a deep breath, strumming the first cords of the song.

Secretly laughing, secretly crying

While hiding my state

The day that seems too much for me passes by

Jihoon’s eyes widened, not because of your song choice (although hug is the perfect song to sing) but because of your breath taking voice. He was completely mesmerized by the sound and passion behind it; he wished it would never end.

Today, too, the words can't be said

And can only be reflected in one's heart

It's hard, it's hard, it's hard

You looked up, seeing Jihoon being hypnotized and having his full blown attention on you. You smiled softly and continued to sing as if you never felt any nervousness.

Whenever it's hard

You can get a hug from me

I am the same

This feeling that he felt, is a feeling he always has when he’s with you. The love he felt as you sang to him, he thought that this is probably how his fans felt every time they performed for them. Finally, he joined you, deciding to give you back that same amount of love.

No matter how much you hide it

You know you can't hide it forever

So we can smile together

You smiled as you sang together, heart pounded and butterflies in your stomach. Your strumming stuttered a bit, slightly giggling as you both prepared for the next part.

Don't be sorry, don't worry

Don't be scared, now don't cry

You paused, wanting to hear his voice, and to feel the love because you know that even if he had a hard time saying it, he told you through music.

To me you are very precious

He scowled slightly as he saw your face light up when he sang by himself. How he loved to see your face light up like that, and if he had the power, he’d never let you feel heartbreak, only happiness.

You can tell me today was tough

You shut your mouth, wanting him to say his lines in the song and he knew from the look on your face that he couldn’t get out of this one. So he sang.

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

Jihoon looked up at you, seeing your glossy eyes.

I will hug you

You put down the guitar and immediately tackled Jihoon in a bear hug, holding onto him tightly as he wrapped his arms around you. He softly laughed as you buried your face into his chest. He felt his shirt dampen a bit as his eyebrows furrowed and he lifted your head up with one of his hands.

“Why are you crying baby?” You pouted as another tear slipped from your eyes but he was quick to wipe it away.

“I don’t fucking know why.” Your head fell back on your chest as you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body heat and his scent, memorizing it.

“Well then, how about we open the other present? Or will that make you cry too?” You shot up off his chest, a smile rising as you retrieved the gift on the couch. You handed it to him, excitement building up as you quickly wiped your eyes to see more clearly.

“I don’t know babe, open it and see.” He gave you an uneasy look as he began to rip off the paper slowly.

“Should I be nervous?” You gave him a smile as you shrugged your shoulders. “Oh god.”

Tossing the wrapping paper off the bed, he shifted in his place to get more comfortable. He scanned the box, looked at it to make sure it’s not a prank. “Come on Jihoon, open it.”

He took off the tape that secured the box together and opened it. The gift was wrapped in tissue paper and a little small.

Tilting his head, he took the item out of the box and started to unfold the tissue paper, a smile creeping up on his face as he saw what you had got him. You had gotten him a Bruno Mars Album CD.

“I love the thought, but you know I love him,” He pointed over to his shelf, different CD’s of various artists, including Bruno Mars. You rolled your eyes, “But I still love it YN.”

“Jihoon,” You sighed and nodded your head towards the CD in his hand, “Open it and look inside.”

He gave you a questioning look before following your word and opening it. His mouth dropped the minute he laid eyes on the note and signature from Bruno Mars himself. “Holy fuck you didn’t.”

“Hell yeah I did.” You laughed lightly as you leaned forward, “Do you like it?”

He looked up at you, surprise on his features, “Like it? Babe, I love it.” He reached out to you, pulling you in for a hug. “Wow, I might be the one crying here now.” He felt you giggle in his embrace as he released you so you could sit up.

“Happy Birthday, my birthday boy. I love you.”

He smiled, thinking about how this is it, you are it for him, “I love you too,” and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

[bxllafanficc]

¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(part four)

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part five. Masterlist

Summary:After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Your POV*

Your eyes scanned through the fully stocked room that came to be yours a couple of days ago. Fairly large and a great window where the sun came to welcome you each morning. Not even the blinds could stop it. Now it was fairly dark inside since the sun was about to go down. You reached for the light switch and scanned through all your products and belongings for things that you could possibly move somewhere else.

The grunt of the Russian skater behind you caused you to turn around. As you did, he stopped and returned your stare, as if waiting for you to announce something. There was a lot that you needed to clean up. If you had known that you'd be expecting a roommate, you'd already have done so. Guess Victor forgot to mention that too, eh?

The visible twitch in the corner of your left eye was impossible to force back. Just at the mere thought of unintentional (?) screwups of the one and only Victor Nikiforov. Now, just because he was your childhood friend, it didn't mean that he wouldn't receive a massive ass-whooping if he as much as repeated the same mistake three times the same day now the few remaining hours of the day. If only you could get that message through.

And, you kind of did. Just not to the man you intended. Yuri at the receiving end of your stare was just about to open his mouth to say something, what you assume, sour when he noticed the twitching of your eye. Surprisingly, it shut him up before he started. He kind of shielded himself behind one of his bags and eyed you carefully.

Shit, wrong Russian dude.

"Sorry, that was meant for Victor." You let out a sigh and helped him with one of his bags out in the hall. You got a simple nod from the boy just before you passed him in the doorway.

He's been acting all quiet and confused ever since you tended to his wounds. Was something you said unclear? Maybe you should make sure the two of you were on the same page. 'Later...' you thought.

Yuuri and Victor hurried to the entrance of your room with a couple of more bags.

"So what do you think about it, Yuri? Pretty special eh?" It was Yuuri who spoke up, probably just as an act of friendliness. Though, you could understand how a punk like Yuri might take it as teasing.

"I'm not staying here. There's- there is no way I'm sharing a room with another person. I should have my own room. Why can't Victor and (Y/n) share a room and I get my own?!"

Ah, there he is. You were starting to get worried that he might actually turn nice. Then you'd have to call an ambulance just to ease Yakov's mind if he ever found out.

"With that thief? Nuh-uh. He already owes me an entire bottle of lotion, a mascara and a lipgloss. And for some reason, my throwaway razors are gone too. I'm not endangering any more of my stuff to him!" You shot a glare at Victor but he intentionally pretended not to hear nor see you. Seriously?

"Just lock them up or something, I don't care. Maybe I should just sleep on the couch. Give me one reason why it's worth sharing this room with you."

You didn't really know why you felt so opposed to the thought of him sleeping on the couch. You should be relived that you wouldn't have to share room with The Russian punk. But you still mumbled the one sentence after taking a brief moment to carefully word out your reason.

"What did you say?"

"... I have a cat."

The silence following almost made you feel like the scene of these weird soap operas that streamed on tv once in a while. But you did have a cat. A beautiful sacred Birman with the eyes of an ocean. And you knew about Yuri's fascination with them. Victor mentioned it somewhere along the lines when discussing his arrival days ago. And if you had to give him one reason, then that would be the one. It's probably the only reason too.

"Where." It wasn't a question. It almost made you giggle but you kept a straight face. Victor who knew the reason behind your words, almost cracked under the pressure.

"He's probable sleeping under the blanket on my bed, as always-"

Yuri pushed Victor aside with a stern 'move' and headed for your bed. A little anxious, you followed him through the entrance, afraid that he would be like one of those crazy catpeople who never stopped bothering their cat. You worried because you were one of those people. But because your cat was rather clingy too and you always had a bunch of stuff to do daytime, it kind of evened out the contrast. Two crazy people were too much, you figured.

"Well, we'll go off now and let you two bond now. Don't forget that we're having afternoon tea in an hour!" And with that, Victor and Yuuri was out of the picture. For awhile.

A round uneven pile under you blanket made Yuri stop at the end of the bed. You stood beside him as he lifted the blanket, revealing the fuzzy ball that was your cat. Round eyes stared up at the both at you and the cat stretched it's back, making a 'u' position.

"His name is Magnolia. You'll have to apologize to him for interrupting his sleepy time though." You half expected Yuri to scoff at your statement, thinking you were taking the animal too seriously. But the baby voice he used to communicate with Magnolia next almost had you taking a step back.

"Hi, Magnolia... 'm sorry, pretty boy. You'll have to forgive me, I'm afraid." He kept on talking to the sleepy cat as he extended a hand for him to smell. Magnolia yawned and gave the hand a sniff before sitting up, eyes intensely staring into the boy's soul. You could tell by the hesitation of Yuri's petting hand that he really wanted the cat's approval. He cat kept staring him straight in the eyes which usually means bad. Though, the purring heard from his belly said the opposite. You finally relaxed a little. Magnolia is very picky with who gets to touch him and you were expecting a bite, honestly.

"He's always been so stare-y... I've figured that he only stare at people he like or something he finds very interesting." You crouched down beside Yuri and rested with your arms at the bedside.

"Like owner, like cat, I guess then. I feel like he has the exact same piercing gaze you gave me earlier." Yuri grinned smugly at you and turned back his attention to the ball of fur who stood up, stroking its back to your chin. A little heat rose to your cheeks and you hoped Magnolia covered it up well enough with his body. It was kind of true. And you couldn't really deny it. You always did watch things a little to intense. But just because you found people very interesting, always seeking to improve your understanding and emotional range at any given time. So you shrugged your shoulders and coughed a little when the cat made sure to get his butt all up in your face too. This habit, you had noticed, was a trait almost every cat held within them.

"You're going to object or what?" Yuri caught your attention again and Magnolia moved away from your face just in time. So he was expecting some kind of denial.

"You're not wrong... You've just got the wrong idea of it."

"What do you mean?"

"You should probably start getting yourself settled here. We only have one hour."

"You didn't answer me." Yuri's remark left unanswered as well as you stood up and threw a bag at him. A light 'oof' slipped through him as the heavy thing hit him right in the stomach.

"Hey!"

You grinned and opened another bag, pouring the internal onto the floor. Tons of clothes splattered on the floor. Everything in-between black training clothes to underwear and a pajamas with cat prints. A keychain with a chibi cat and a stuffed animal of a tiger fell out on the floor lastly on top of the pile. Yuri quickly made his way to the clothes and gathered them in his arms, trying to hide them away. It was worth taking an extra look at the blush staining his cheeks. You wondered if you'd just met a fellow catmerch fan as instense as you. No, this was far crazier than you! Especially as you recognized the keychain being a print of his own cat that you'd seen on a social media Yuri Plisetsky fanpage once.

"Y-you can't touch my stuff! Nor see it!" His voice was a good blend of anger and a thick stain of embarrassment.

Maybe it wasn't ideal poring someone else's belongings onto the floor. But you knew that look that Yuri bearded only moments ago. The cat had taken him as his loyal servant and Yuri wasn't intending to move until he had satisfied Magnolia's every need. If you let that happen, it would take the entire hour you had to clean up the room. And you clearly didn't have that time.

"Just hurry up and help me then if I'm not allowed to touch it!"

"Fine! And move your stupid clothes and stuff over to your half of the room!"

(A/N: Shoutout to my cat who gave me the entire butt-in-face idea through experience. I really owe you one, you little jerk<3 Also, what have you thought of the story so far? I bet you Victor has planned a familiar exercise for tomorrow's day of training. Just a little helping hand to get Yuri back into shape, y'know;))

[sungxmin]

Could you write a one shot or drabble about sneakily teasing Young K in front of the guys, until he just can't take it anymore?

» pairing; young k x reader» genre; PWP / lil fluff» word count; 2.5k» warnings; cursing, edging, handjob, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk, spanking if you squint, dom young k (bless) 

It could have been the ennui state currently residing in you that created a keen feeling to do something rousing, such as disturbing your peaceful boyfriend. Or maybe you knew the outcome of your antics would be so gratifying that you had to test the waters.

With those devious thoughts in mind and a hidden smirk on your face, you kept up the excessive banter with Young K while his bandmates observed in amusement.

“You know I don’t like that name, ___.” he sighed, fingers at his temples as he looks at you unimpressed.

“But it’s your name, everyone calls you that! Especially Jae,” you stifled a laugh when you saw the motley-haired male gape at you.

“What did I do? I’m enjoying my pizza goddamn.” Jae says, disbelief cladding his words.

“Yeah yeah, you’re not innocent.”  your reply caused Jae to put one hand dramatically over his chest.

“I’m offended by that.”

“I don’t want either of you calling me Brian. It’s Young K or Younghyun, okay?” Young K turned his head to glance at you– sitting about two feet away from him with an innocent smile. “Okay,” you said sweetly and the second he looked away, you muttered “Brian” loud enough for him and Sungjin, who took comfort on the floor in front of you, to hear. Young K clicked his teeth and pivoted his head towards you, a death glare speaking all the words for him.

“Oh lighten up you big baby,” you picked up a cushion from the couch you both were on and aimed it right at his glower. All the others in the room started cackling. “I was only joking with you.” its true, you were getting off with Young K for the past ten minutes, but it was all because you wanted to rile him up.

You knew he never liked it when you would tease him in front of the guys (or anyone). However, the punishment that usually follows after is what makes you so damn playful. You recalled a few days ago when you were being bratty with Young K and he didn’t hesitate for one second to fix your attitude.

Bit of a deviant you were because you wanted him to be rough with you so bad that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him while the guys are present.

You noticed how Young K leaned on the armrest of the couch, his head propped up by one hand while his intense stare was unyielding. And a smirk? Why did he look so smug? Like he knew what you were trying to do and it wasn’t going to faze him anymore.

Then Wonpil suggested a movie to which everyone agreed after settling on something the majority wanted to watch. The lights turned off and you all gathered around the illuminated screen. Jae moved from his previous position to take a spot on the couch.

You scooted to Young K’s side, grabbing a blanket to spread across both of your curled up bodies. He wasn’t focusing on you anymore, his head turned straight and you missed his attention on you.

So you put your head on his chest, seemingly pure actions until Young K inhaled keenly when he felt your hand slide under the blanket and rest above his groin. He glanced sideways to see you fascinated with the tv.

Your fingers traced small patterns over his sweats then feeling bold, you slipped past the cotton material and suppressed your sneer as you felt Young K’s breath quickened. He knew exactly what you were doing now and damn was it turning him on.

“___, I suggest you stop.” Young K whispered in a staid tone but you knew he struggled to say that. He would always relish the feeling of your hand wrapped perfectly around his cock as you brought him over that glorious edge.

But now wasn’t the time for that. Not with his friends around. They could accidentally see what you were doing to him and tease the hell out of him until he dies of embarrassment.

In spite of his words, you continued to palm him over his shorts, goading him till he has to maneuver his thumb into his mouth to bite on. Taking it a step further, you were about to go past the restricting material around his waist but Young K’s hand over yours halted your actions, his lips lowered down to meet with your ear. “If you don’t knock it off, you’re going to regret it.” The astuteness of his voice sent a wave of arousal through you.

You were so needy for him that the kindling fire in your abdomen shoots right between your legs. Then you turned your head towards Young K and the lust in his dark orbs enmeshed with an expression that said ‘Don’t test me.’

Fuck, you could practically taste the punishment he most certainly had in store for you.

But of course, you were not going to heed his warning. Testing your faith, you continued your movements, going past the rim of his shorts and withdrawing his already hard dick. Young K turned his head away from you, shutting his eyes and letting out a small snicker as he does so.

He figured you were going to blatantly disobey him all while the others were there and he was just inching in anticipation for the movie to end. You smirked to yourself as you felt his hips buck up in a stuttered motion like he was seeking greater pleasure in your slow strokes.

It was so lewd, risky, doing this with others nearby. The thought of getting caught sprouted adrenaline through your veins, tempting your movements to speed up. Young K clenched his eyes shut, repressing the vocal urge to express how good that felt. One measly slip and it’s over.

Though at this point, all he cared about was reaching that blissful high. But he couldn’t with you teasing him. Each time you felt his cock twitch, you’d free him from your grasp and only lightly glide your finger up and down his length. Enough to send beatific electrifying pulses throughout his nerves but nowhere near enough to make him cum.

You were aware how swollen his tip got, begging for a release you would not give him. Young K had just about fucking had it with you. From when you kept mocking him to now edging him like the tease you are, he snapped inside. He pushed your hand away, putting his hard dick back inside his clothes.

His actions momentarily confusing you until he jumped to his feet and pulled you up at the same time.

“___ said that she’s tired so we’re gonna go.” Young K rushed his words, unaware there was a tint of red dusting his cheeks. He didn’t give them much time to reply, already tugging you towards his separate dorm room as the members just stared at each other. Without words, their knowing glances told the other what they were thinking.

Young K yanked you into his room harshly, possessing a carnal mien as he shuts and locks the door behind him. That just created a waterfall between your legs.

He sauntered over to you, his sharp irises espying your reactions as you backed up until the edge of the bed poked the back of your legs. You gulped.

He had you cornered and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on. Young K lowered his head to place a kiss on the spot below your ear, his voice sounding out in the huskiest, lubricious way. “Why are you still facing me?”

The question seeped through your skin, bringing out the sub in you. Without hesitating, you spun around, the neat bed being the only thing in your view. Young K took a step closer, his chest touching your back and your heart was palpitating.

Young K’s lips pressed against the shell of your ear this time, tracing light kisses from there down to your shoulder blade. “Bend over,” he growled out his command this time, earning complete obedience from you as you did as you were told.

Your back arched as you leaned forward on the bed and stuck your ass out. Young K smirked, loving how compliant you were being for him and only him.

He began to knead your ass in his large hands before smacking one of your cheeks, hard. You whimpered, the burn soon subsiding when Young K massaged over the same area he manhandled.

“You were so bad today baby, now tell me why.”

You didn’t answer, earning another smack but on a different spot. “Fuck, I was bored.” you choked out an excuse, not wanting another sting on your ass, only wanting him to fuck you already.

And you were shocked, thinking he accepted your answer when you felt your pants being dragged down and discarded of.

“Bored? That’s the best you can come up with?” he says as he spreads your legs and drags his middle finger up and down your clothed pussy.

He muttered out a curse, feeling how soaked you got even through your panties. You arched your back more, craving more contact. “Younghyun…” you mewl in a weak tone but he ignored you, thinking more of how he was going to wreck your shit.

“You’re such a liar,” he brought the damp material down past your hips. It fell to your ankles and you stepped out of them. “Touching me like that in front of the other guys…” his voice was lower but the stern tone he had this whole time was never fading. “I shouldn’t even fuck you.”

His reply evoked a whine from you. You pushed yourself back, finding his crotch and started grinding against him, hoping this would make up for the words you did not want to speak.

But it wasn’t that easy. It never was with him. No matter how embarrassed or fucked out you were, he wouldn’t continue until you open your mouth and ask him to. And he’d make sure you were loud and clear.  

He could so easily get off on you begging.

You said his name in a murmur, craving for him to fill you up.

“You desperately want to feel me inside you, huh? Isn’t that the reason for your naughty behavior,” Although he answered for you, he still didn’t touch you as you pined for. You huffed, knowing that you could only get what you desired if you spoke. “Y-Yes.” That unintended stutter made you blush so hard you wanted to hide your face in the mattress.

“Speak up.”

You bit back your dignity, screaming out a proper yes as he wanted. Content with your response, Young K jerked the balmy shirt over his head and stripped out the rest of his clothing. He pressed the head of his cock at your drenched pussy, not quite putting it in and causing you to grow impatient. Each time you pushed back to seek that delicious stretch, Young K would also pull back, not giving you any form of bliss.

He was teasing you just as you teased him and there was no need to turn your head around to know he was sporting a cocky smirk. “How needy are you babygirl?”

You moaned at the nickname. The word had rolled off his tongue so smoothly, your pussy was throbbing at this point.

“Tell me how much you want it.” The obscenity mixed in with your burning ache to be filled to the brim got to you. Lust diming all your senses. Before you knew it, you were pleading. “Please…I want it so fucking bad.”

“Want what baby?” he continued to tease, his hand on your hip creating a tight grip and the other had his cocking prodding at your entrance.

“Your dick! Damn, please fuck me Younghyun.” As you wished, Young K’s hips snapped into you and you cried out as his cock brushed against your walls. There was so much force in his thrusts as he pushed all of himself in to pull back with only the tip nestled in your pussy, making you feel empty before driving forward again. You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you, your arms struggling to keep your face from falling into the mattress.

“Such a naughty girl…” Young K grunted, using both hands on your waist to control how you take his dick, “such dirty words.”

Even though he would gladly continue teasing you until the next day, he couldn’t wait. You had him so fucking hard that he couldn’t resist burying his dick deep inside you.

You moan out a response, your head falling forward as you felt your release coming close. “So–MMH–good.” You were already so blissed out you couldn’t form coherent sentences.

“What was that?” Young K punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts.

“It fe-feels so good I’m gon–gonna-” You didn’t finish, your pussy clenching around his dick as you came.

Young K cursed at how tight you felt when your orgasm hit. He pulled out for a second, flipping you around so your back met with the bed and he rammed into you again. The sensitivity causing you to squirm under him but the new position allowed him to go deeper.

He was fucking you into the mattress until he realized you were up til now wearing your shirt.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing this?” He said before grabbing the bottom of your top and pulling it off you all while never ceasing the pace of his relentless thrusts. You weren’t wearing a bra and he cupped your breast with one hand, kneading it gently while the other stayed at your hip.

He took in the new sight, your head was thrown back, hands gripping the sheets of the bed beneath you, breasts bouncing in the rhythm of his dick pounding your pussy. And the crude sound of skin slapping. His own release was approaching.

Young K descended his head to connect his lips to your neck, sucking and biting new bruises on your skin like the ones on your hips and ass weren’t enough.

A second orgasm steadily builds up inside you. Then Young K’s thumb on your clit drawing rough figure eights is what finally wheedles you into coming undone again, moaning his name as you do so. Young K groaned upon feeling you clench around him once more, his thrusts grew sloppy as he came inside you.

He made sure to pump out all his hot seed in your cunt before pulling out. A sheen of sweat coated your bodies. Young K joined you on the bed, laying on his side and pulling your tired body into his by your waist. He gently kissed your forehead.

“Can you not touch my dick in front of the guys again?” He nudged with a smile but there was some seriousness in his words.

“I make no promises.” You replied with a cheeky grin. Young K rolled his eyes at you, already knowing you were going to try that shit again. Nevertheless, he still kissed your lips with tender and you melted right in your spot.

[sauveteen]

3.25 Year Anniversary | s.m

"You're really trying to lie with your face all red like that?"

"But I swear I'm not lying!" Is what Shawn claims, but the way he's biting down on his lip to hide his painfully obvious smile tells you something completely different. Your boyfriend's cheeks are stained red — and by stained, you don't mean the soft, rosy blush he gets after a cold day out or a heated makeout session. You're talking tomato, crimson, I-look-like-I-took-a-snowball-to-the-face red. The kind of blush you've only seen on him when he's a) lying, or b) ecstatic.

Something — more specifically, the twinkle in his tired eyes — tells you that the current reason for his expression is a mix between the two.

You hum, a lame attempt to humour him. Placing your bag on the counter, you hold your hand out, "Can I at least see?"

It takes a little convincing and a lot of pecks for him to finally place his hand in yours, an angry gash cutting across his palm. Wincing, you immediately twist towards the shelf that holds your first aid box, but Shawn's grip on your waist anchors you there.

"I've cleaned it already. I'm stupid, but not that stupid, you know?"

"What about a bandage?"

"We're all out. Shouldn't have used them to wrap me a birthday present, don't you think?" His grin is wide, and voice teasing, so you can't help but join in on his mirth. Giggling softly, you tuck your hair behind your ear, bringing his hand up to your palm to press soft, butterfly kisses against his wound. He sighs, contended, and pulls you in by his other hand. Dropping a kiss to the top of your head, Shawn lets his fingers tangle into your hair. You hum against his chest, the warmth from his knitted sweater pressing into your cheek.

"I just don't get it, though..," Belatedly, you pull away, "So you're saying you got that while washing dishes?"

"Yes, hunny. I've told you like ten times already."

"But Shawn... we have a dishwasher."

"And?" Shawn presses impatiently, hurriedly trying to pull you back in. You resist, however, leaning away from his touch.

"And you hate doing the dishes."

"I just wanted to do something nice for you!"

"Are you sure?" You purse your lips, gaze falling to his cut hand, "You sure you're good?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Shawn places his hands on your face, pulling your face upwards to press a sweet kiss against your lips, "How can I not be good when my second favourite girl in the world is here with me?"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion, "Second favourite, huh?"

"First is Beyoncé. Always. Sorry, babe, you're gonna have to do a little more than be cute to top Queen B."

"Queen B doesn't take care of your annoying morning wood every morning, does she?"

"I mean, yeah," Shawn tilts his head to the side, a little smirk gracing his features, "But she's not the one who causes it either, soo.."

You chuckle, swatting his chest with the back of your hand before moving underneath his arms and out of his grip. A soft whine of protest follows you as you pad around the kitchen, Shawn's doe-like eyes watching your every moment. You breathe a sigh of relief once your hair cascades down your shoulders, placing your scrunchie on the island. Proceeding to take off your heels, you chuck them towards the living room, telling yourself you'd bother with those later. Coming home to the sight of your boyfriend tumbling around clumsily in the kitchen had been contending, but you can now slowly feel the tiredness of the day weighing in your shoulders. Making your way back to him, you place your hand on Shawn's face, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll go get changed, 'kay?"

Shawn answers with a nod, but his movements are too practiced. Rehearsed, almost. You try not to let yourself be bothered by his antics, making your way over to the living room. The sight that greets you has you gasping audibly, hands flying to your mouth to hide your surprise. Turning back to see Shawn casually leaning against the doorframe, a shit eating grin on his face, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

"This—I— what?" You manage to stutter, stealing glances at the marvellous spread before you. The entire living room has been decked out in candles, a massive blanket fort stretching from the beginning of the hall to the doors leading to the balcony. Your mind is screaming three things — one, oh my God this is a big safety hazard, two, Jesus Christ that must've taken a shit load of time, and three (and this one you say aloud), "What?"

Shawn's making his way over to you, patting himself on the back for his stealthy trick that had distracted you into completely avoiding the living room earlier. He had wanted to see your expression, more than he wanted you to enjoy the actual setup itself. What Shawn needed was to gauge the look on your face as you took in the hardwork he had put into your surprise, the amount of time he had spent lighting and blowing candles. Because sometimes — sometimes words fell short to describe his love for you. Sometimes he had to go all out.

And you loved him to death for it.

"Happy three point two five year anniversary!" Shawn announces giddily, placing his hands on your waist, slightly lifting you off the ground. His happiness is so damn contagious that you're joining in on his laughter not long after, your hands on his shoulders as he twirls you around. When Shawn finally sets you back down, the both of you stumble for a few moments, unable to find your grip on the ground.

You hold his arm to steady yourself, eyes mapping the layout behind you, "Shawn, baby, I love you so much — but you know a quarter of an anniversary is not a real thing, right?"

"I knew you've had a long month and were shit booked with meetings today. Just wanted to do something nice for mon amour. What, I can't celebrate my love for you anymore? Rude!" Shawn looks genuinely hurt, bottom lip jutted out. Before you can apologise and convince him of your happiness, however, his face breaks out into a grin, "Just kidding! Ha! Got you, bitch."

"You're a baby."

"What did you say?" Shawn tips his head forward, his ear turned towards your face, "I'm your baby? Yeah, sounds about right."

You're too busy staring at the candles to send another retort his way, your hand intertwining with his again. Eyes dancing with love for the boy you so luckily ended up with. Your finger brushes against his wound, causing him to hiss slightly and for your eyebrows to furrow.

"And this? You didn't get this while washing the dishes, did you?" You slide his palm open again, concerned eyes now flitting between him and his hand. There's a sheepish glow to his face as you wait for him to answer, an eyebrow raised expectantly. When he finally does, you don't know whether you want to laugh or reprimand him for being the most stupid twenty year old you know.

"So I wanted to have wine ready, right?"

"Right.."

"And I don't know how to use that twisty corky thingy, right? You always do that for me."

"Mh—mm."

"So I kinda... sorta... might've used a knife?"

Your eyes are as wide as saucers, lips parting in surprise. Your mouth open and closes, reminding Shawn of a dazed goldfish, but he pinches his lips shut as he waits for your reaction. And then you're screeching, hitting his chest with balled fists, but your laughter seeps into your anger, causing you to giggle between your words.

"You—fucking—dumbass!" You manage to let out, chasing him as he tries running away from you, "You could've killed yourself!"

"But I didn't!"

"But you could've! All over a bottle of wine?"

"I will have you know, though.." Shawn holds up a finger, gripping both your wrists in his giant hand, "That it was a Chateau Pierre de Montignac."

"Oh, thank God," You let out a relieved sigh, "That changes everything."

"It does, doesn't it?" Shawn lets your hands go, "It's like plum—"

"No it doesn't! I don't care what brand it was, Shawn, you could've seriously hurt yourself!"

"But.."

"But..?"

"But I didn't!"

"Shawn!" You exclaim laughing, not finding it within you to be mad at him anymore, "Come on! It's not funny."

"I'm not the one who's laughing, though?"

"I hate you," You mutter, softly shaking your head. The smile on your face says completely otherwise, though. Your arms go around his waist and you press your face against his chest, Shawn's heartbeat thumping softly against your cheek. Allowing your eyes to flutter close as you breathe him in. He smells like the laundry detergent you fought over in the middle of a grocery store because, apparently, Olives suck ass and he would leave you if he had to use your detergent again. So despite him bullying you into switching detergents, his warmth and presence smells like home.

"A reveleation like that, and on our 3.25 anniversary? Damn, you're really out for blood tonight."

"Shut up and kiss me, idiot."

"Yes ma'am."

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