#a month a year ten years all just in dreamland

[fairy-writes]

Vampire!Viktor x Female!Reader 06

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you realize you are in love with viktor a full year after you first stumble upon that decrepit old mansion. 

three months after he had lent you his journal.

six months after he drank your blood for the first time.

because how could you not fall in love with him?

you fell in love with the way he was tirelessly working until you came by. because after a while, he’d set down his tools and inventions and research and walk the estate with you. you’d tell him about your day, and he’d slowly begin to tell you about what he was working on. 

you fell in love with the way he was so inexplicably gentle when he didn’t have to be. whether that was taking blood to survive or putting gears together, he handled everything as if it were porcelain and about to break. 

you fell in love with him.

but you never said anything because you knew he’d never reciprocate. because why would he? he was viktor, and you were you. a lowly seamstress. someone he used to berate for breaking and entering into his home. 

he probably loathed you.

but… if he did… why did he put up with you?

sure, he was kind. but he wasn’t that kind.

if anything, he was grumpy and sometimes irritating

but you loved him anyway.

“what are you working on today?” you ask, rubbing tiredly at your eyes as you knock and enter viktor’s bed chambers. it had been weeks of late nights when visiting viktor. because, of course, he can’t go out during the day, so you resort to sneaking off and visiting him during the night time.

but of course, that means you get very little sleep.

and as always, viktor notices.

“i’m just tinkering. but never mind me, are you alright?” viktor asks, setting down his tools and spinning in his chair to look at you in concern. you hide a yawn to the best of your abilities and nod.

“just a bit sleepy, is all,” you mumble and take a seat on the edge of his bed nearest his work desk. you had asked at one point why he didn’t sleep in a coffin like you had heard stories about. he had simply rolled his eyes and said he would never do something so stupid.

viktor returns to his work desk but doesn’t pick up his tools.

“you can rest, you know. i don’t mind.” you shake your head at that.

“then you’ll be lonely,” you say and he rolls his eyes, but you see a slight smile curling just the corners of his lips. 

he could smile?

“of course, i can smile,” he says, a flash of offense coloring his voice, and you realize you had spoken aloud. you duck your head sheepishly and apologize. 

viktor sighs and gets up, taking the three steps over to your side, and nudges you over with his cane so you wriggle into the middle of the bed. 

“what are you doing?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes, 

“making you take a nap, obviously. now scoot over,” he says with another jab of his cane. you yelp and scoot over until you are lying on the bed properly. 

“but i’m not tired!” you try and argue, and he raises an eyebrow as if to say, “really?”

you eventually hang your head, 

“fine… but only for like ten minutes!” you relent, and his smile warms just a tad. 

as you fall into dreamland, you can’t help but remember the look of the smile lighting up his eyes. 

he was handsome when he smiled. 

it was one of the things you loved about him. 

[urhoneycombwitch]

rommate thoughts

getting up early in the morning to go to the bathroom and the world slows down down down to a viscous quality when you pass your roommate's door... are they still asleep? or will you bear witness to early morning noises? and what story will tell you? the sharp clicking and clacking of hurried dressing and rushed getting ready? lazy yawns and rustling sheets as they turn around for ten more minutes? maybe soft singing to shoo some lingering nightmares away? or other... soft things?

you know? <3

foreword: oh, Somna. I needed this softness today. this one goes out to those who might need it, too <3

cw: mentions of prescription drugs and weed

wc: 1.2k

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When the last of the summer sun slips behind the edge of the city, you and Eddie open all the windows in the apartment.

Moving with practiced fluidity, you slide the little window above the sink into place, the larger one by the breakfast nook gets the same treatment; Eddie’s tall enough to reach the hand crank for the pane overlooking the shower, then ducks into both of your rooms to undo the last two latches. 

You talk the whole time, exchanging laughter and comments even on opposite ends of the apartment. Cool night air floods the whole space, lush and floral from the hydrangea bush on the ground floor. This is the only ritual that makes sleeping in the summer months bearable. 

Some nights, Eddie rolls up and you choose the record, legs slung over each other laps, talking over the hazy smoke and crooning speakers. Others, you get takeout and watch whatever’s good on TV, Eddie’s legs making the perfect lean-to for your back. 

Some nights, you fall asleep on the couch- when this happens, come morning, there’s always a blanket tucked carefully around your form. Others, Eddie’s the first to drop- cheek smushed to your thigh, snoring lightly. You’re always gentle with him, rubbing his shoulder to get him up and in the comfort of his own bed, slinging his arm around your shoulders as you walk him down the hall.

Last night, both of you turned in early. Eddie’s got a bad case of allergies, and you were tired from work, so you took your respective medicine and leave, evening ritual shortened and performed apart with just the bedroom windows.

In the morning, the air of your room is still cool. Birds twitter with the rise of the sun. Soon, it will be time to close everything up, to keep the temperature down and the summer heat out. For now, you yawn, stretch, kick your way out of the comforter, and pad down the hall.

Eddie’s door is slightly ajar. His room is dark, but you can just make out the tangle of his curls on his pillow, sheets tucked under his chin covering the length of his body. You move on carpeted footsteps, approaching bedside with quiet intention.

Without his eyes on you, it’s easier to indulge, taking your time to drink in his sleeping face. You sink to your knees beside the head of the bed for a better look- in the muted morning light peeking through his blackout curtains, Eddie looks peaceful. 

His normal is theatrics, raised brows, sweeping expressions that draw you in and ebb like tides. In dreamland, he looks years younger, smoothed brow and lips parted slightly, breathing steady and sure. 

“Hey.” It’s barely a whisper. You pair it with a soft touch just under his bangs, skimming your fingertip across his forehead. “Eddie. Gonna wake up?”

He must have taken Benadryl last night- he’s usually first to wake, tapping on your door with breakfast options and being a hurricane of noise until you’re forced to join the party. 

You have the simple joy of watching Eddie’s face as he returns to you, to the waking world- a twitch of his lip, a couple of long, slow blinks. Consciousness crawls to the surface, leaves him rosy-cheeked and frowning, chasing your hand with his temple like a puppy.

You lay your fingers flat to his skull, thumb at the indent of his nose, and Eddie sighs, content. His eyes flutter shut again when you speak again. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm.” The sheets shift as he lifts a heavy arm to stretch over his head, revealing a bare torso littered with ink. “Z’you?”

“Yeah.” 

“Good. ‘M gonna… get up ‘n make breakfast…” His words are clunky, slurred and stuck to each other, lids heavy with sleep still. 

From the floor, you sink a bit lower, scratching softly at the back of his head, grinning with amusement. “I don’t think you’re allowed to operate a stove while under the influence.”

His frown deepens, but he won’t make it stick, not for any length of time around you. Faux-upset ebbs, recedes, floods into a tired smile that takes up half his face. “Uh-huh. Might burn my eyebrows off. Would you still love me?”

Pretending to give it some serious thought, your hand slides down, a familiar weight at the side of his neck. “Hmm. Maybe we should stick to cereal today.”

“Asshole,” Eddie replies, fond and trying to draw out the jokes, sliding his own hand to your wrist to keep it in place. “What the hell. Can’t a guy lose his brows in peace?”

“We’ve got Cheerios, Golden Crisp, Cocoa Puffs-” Your valiant attempt to keep on track is overturned when Eddie tugs at your wrist with a whine.

“Christ. My brain is soup, maybe you can eat that ‘nd it’ll tide you over until I can move.” More insistent now, Eddie pulls at your elbow, then your upper arm, your other hand snapping out to brace on his mattress before you tip. “Jus’... lay with me for a bit.”

Closer now, your breath fanning over his ear as he pulls and you give your last bit of resistance- “You’re wearing boxers, right?”

“Jesus. You really think I’d subject you to the Morning Wood Show?”

“Okay.” You don’t sound half as exasperated as you’d like, moving with the help of his gravity; you sidle close to the wall, lying on your side and over the covers, propping your head up with one arm. “This bed really wasn’t made for two people.”

“Sure it is.” Eddie reaches for you again, and you go easy, let him pull you to his chest. Under your ear, his heart thumps, whooshing like a seashell that’s captured the sounds of the ocean. “See? Now will you kindly shut up. I’ve got meds to sleep off.”

“Coffee would help.” It’s a baiting tease. You don’t actually want to get up- far too comfy with the curve of his bicep across the blades of your shoulders. With your nose pressed to the hollow of his throat, you can smell everything that his skin has kept overnight- faded cologne, bar soap, sweat and earthy sleep.

“Shhhhutthefuckup before I eat your brains.” He already sounds like a faded version of himself, rasp lowering into that pre-dream tone. For comedic effect, Eddie opens his jaw to press the outline of his teeth to the crown of your scalp.

It makes you tremble with giggles, burrowing further into his body to get away. He soothes a palm down your back, and you settle again. 

Under your ear, his heart beats slower, then slower still, until you can feel the rumble of a snore build. Your lashes brush against his bare skin, lulled by the stillness of the room, the shared warmth of your bodies even through the layers of fabric.

When late morning arrives, you’ll make the coffee, and Eddie will do the dishes. For now, the air stays cool and ushers in the sort of slumber that only comes from sharing space with someone precious. 

[glamourscat]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii<3333

could I please request some rin okumura x reader dating hcs (fluff ofc) ???

love your writing<333

a/n: thank you <3 also loved this request!! I love Rin an embarassing amount is not even funny anymore lmao

Rin Okumura Dating HCS

Dating rin would be such a wild ride, in the best way possible

He will be so loyal and overprotective, im not crying –jokes i am, i need him so bad

His confession will be sudden (see canon for reference s4 lmao) followed by a moment of silence before he runs off embarrassed and you have to probably chase after him 

He is a bubble of sunshine. He sees you? Done. He is happy. In a way he is like an orange cat

Can be a bit clingy but mostly for how he was raised. Still, he went through so much and he just needs someone by his side to truly understand him. To be there for him when he needs to, like he would do for them. To understand where his need of “clinginess” comes from but especially to see him for Rin and just Rin

We see in the show how he is so caring towards his friends and despite his awkwardness and bluntness, he will not hesitate to be there for his friends. From making them food, to just being there as support

Sure, he might not give the best advices, but he loves you so dearly that somehow the advice despite being rather questionable it works out it in the end lmao

On the matter of cooking… he will make so many things :’) from trying new recipes for you to try and rate them. To bake your favs on anniversaries or special occasions… yeah, husband material right here

Not to mention his protectiveness? Which is not overbearing, it’s just the right amount. He trusts you and he knows you trust him back. And in the chance you're an exorcist too, most likely, during fights his eyes will always look out for you

I can imagine his tail subtly wrapping more and more around you as the relationship grows.

During the friendship stage, it lingers close. Maybe it will wrap around your hand or wrist a few times when he is seeking out touch but doesn’t wanna be too obvious about it

First stage of the relationship, it will grow a bit bolder, wrapping around you longer

Only to reach a long term relationship where his tail is almost constantly around your waist or holding to you subtly, especially in public and crowded areas 

Which, on the matter of the tail, you’re the only one allowed to touch it. From the base, which is an extension of his spine– thus extremely sensitive, to caress the length of it. Also, his pointy ears or fangs, just in general if you’re dating him expect him to be all over you lol 

He is such a cuddle bug. Has to be touching you in some way. Quality time and acts of service are important to him but physical contact beats them all

HE BITES. Affectionately. I feel, you know when you see a cute dog or cat and get cuteness aggression? That happens to him and he will randomly bite gently on your shoulder or arm, sometimes your neck.. With the excuse of leaving a hickie too 

He is so gentle i am not even joking. I can imagine falling asleep together and he will look at you with such soft eyes, his fingers gently caressing your hair and face, letting his slightly pointer nails scratch in a massage way, your scalp. He is so on love it’s not even funny. He is truly in dreamland by just looking at you 

Him being flustered. One month, two years or ten, doesn’t matter. He will always be flustered by you. Especially if you flirt with him or praise him? Yeah, he is gone gone

Dates at the arcade, manga bars and trying out new small restaurants together

I can see him travelling around the world with his s/o. He is such a curious being. One of my favourite scene of his (let’s forget though the way he was treated during it) was when he and the group went to Kyoto for the first time to fight the impure king. He was so giddy at the thought of seeing the kyoto tower  

He is just such a pure guy, despite what he went through and his ancestry. His heart is so big with so much love to give. He will be the type to randomly give you kiss attacks just because 

A bit angsty, I know, but I truly think when the relationship is getting serious serious he will go to Shiro’s grave to tell him about you. In a way, it’s like he is there listening, to give his approval to Rin as he tells him everything about you two 

Overall, dating him is such an experience. Sure, there might be some ups and downs, but you know you will always have him by your side. To grow and learn together, to share stories and silly kisses. Dating Rin means dating your best friend. You two are lovers and partners in crime. Two side of the same coin. 

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[billythenightguard]

Run Away: Detention (2011) & FNAF Movie Crossover - Chapter Seven

Masterlist

Mentions: self harm, bullies, Cinderhella (brief)

Word Count: 875

Warnings: same as mentions

Older!Clapton/Mike x GN!Reader

Finally, a day off for you and Mike, the owner wanted to fix the security cameras and some other miscellaneous items, so you and Mike at last had a day off together, but you hadn’t known that yet, still peacefully asleep in his bed. Mike opened the front door and trekked in quietly at 4:30 in the morning, an hour before you were meant to show up to Freddy’s.

“Hey,” he said softly, hating that he’d have to wake you.

“Mmph, not now Clapton… too early.” You mumbled, not fully awake, not realizing whose name you said. It made Mike’s chest tighten as he bit his lower lip, hating that now he was outright lying to you.

“Not Clapton, sweetheart.” He murmured, “it’s Mike. We have the day off today.”

You sat up slowly and rubbed your eyes, blinking up at him, “we do?”

“Mhm, there’s a bunch of technical dudes there, with a paper signed by none other than Mr. Afton himself.”

“Want your bed back?”

“Not yet, you go back to sleep okay? I’ll take Abby to school, rest as much as you need.” His words warmed you as you settled back into his bed, face buried in the pillow and letting the cologne engulf you once again.

“Sleep, you know you need it.” Clapton said to you sweetly, stroking your hair as you laid on his bed, tears stained your cheeks from the past hour spent crying into his chest. “I’ll be just downstairs okay? I want to make us some dinner.”

“M’kay…” you had murmured, falling asleep easily, Clapton smiled and watched you for five minutes before his gaze hardened and he got up, grabbing his old baseball bat.

“Don’t!” Smash. “Fuck!” Smash. “With!” Smash. “My!” Smash. “Best friend!!” He yelled, his baseball bat colliding with the metal and windows of the old ‘98 Chevy, the boy who was not only his age, but had asked you out only to humiliate you. He was ready to kill this boy, to make him hurt physically like you were hurting mentally.

“They’re fucking awesome! They’re incredibly smart, kind, and loving! And you hurt them?!” He pointed his bat at the boy who ran out, his chest heaving. It was how he got arrested at 18, how at 13 you brought the police yours and his piggy bank’s savings for his bail, the sheriff wasn’t fond of Clapton’s actions, but he could appreciate your effort to free your best friend, so he covered the remaining $75 of the $300 bail.

Your eyes slowly blinked open, fluttering to adjust to the sunlight peeking in from the blinds, a smile on your face as you recalled your dream, how Clapton had told you what he had done for you.

“I miss you Clapton, more than you know.” You whispered, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side, stretching slowly as the faint smell of breakfast filled your senses. You walked out to go greet Mike, noticing he was shirtless, most likely doing laundry as you heard the faint hum of the washer. But your eyes couldn’t tear apart from one spot. His lower back on the left side. The scar you knew too well. Your mouth felt dry, your throat seemed to close as questions filled your head, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Clapton.” You said firmly, watching how his shoulders tensed for a second, and then he turned to you and smiled.

“Are you still in dreamland? It’s Mike.” He chucked, those deep brown eyes, the faint sunbleach in his brown curls, the way his smile created the dimples you adored. You stepped towards him, tears in your eyes and rage filling you. He lied. For months.

“Liar,” was all you said, watching the panic set in just before you slapped him.

“I can explain!” He stammered out, grabbing your hand, hardly flinching from your slap, it hurt, but he was scared to look away. “Please, please let me explain.”

“You left me!” You shrieked, trying to get out of his grip, “for ten years! Not a text, a call, a card, nothing! I was alone, Clapton!”

“I’m sorry!” He pulled you into a hug, tightly holding you to him as you beat against his back.

“I was so blind! So fucking blind!”

“I-”

“You don’t get to speak, Clapton Micheal Davis!!” You cried, shoving yourself back from him, trying to avoid the wounded look he gave you. “You left, and then you lied to me… for months.”

“It was to keep you safe.” He said quietly, willing himself to not cry.

“I would have been safer with you!”

“No, you don’t get it, Sander-”

“Oh, like he was the problem? Not the fucking bullies, or the guys and girls who would humiliate me, not myself?!”

Yourself? His eyes flicked to your arms, he barely saw them before you crossed your arms over your chest, his heart dropped to his stomach and he felt sick. Not you, not his firecracker. He knew his absence caused this.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, head hung low as he felt tears escaping.

“Leave me alone…” and with that, you had left, the front door opening and closing, and Mike was alone in the world again, his sobs filling the kitchen as he sat down at the table.

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[blossomwritesthings]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭

part twelve of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. mentions of getting pregnant/having children. mentions of a breeding kink. slightly suggestive at the end.

word count: 1.7k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: I can't believe this series is finally coming to an end. after many long hours brainstorming and working on it, it's finally finished. I just randomly came up with the idea for this 2 months ago, yet it has impacted so many of you guys and I find that really beautiful. 😭 as always, thanks so much for taking time out of your days to support my work and read my writings, it means a great deal to me! I'm excited for what the future holds and please anticipate the next works coming from me~ 💞

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The faint sounds of bluebirds chirping just outside your bedroom window was the first thing that roused you from dreamland. 

 That, and the long muscular arm that was slinked tight across your waist, hugging you close to a warm body. 

 Slowly cracking your eyes open, you were blinded by the late-morning sunshine that filtered through the bedroom’s only window. The curtains were drawn open and allowed a clear view of the stunning weather that lay just outside your front door. With it being May and all, the sky was a brilliant crystal blue, with snowy-white clouds dotting the horizon. 

 “Good morning, lovely,” a low, grumbly voice said from just beside you. 

 You pulled your eyes away from the sight of sunshine and your focus landed on your boyfriend. Minho was snuggled down into the thick duvet, giving you one of his signature soft, languid smiles. His eyes crinkled at the corners and a certain laziness cast across his dark irises. 

 “Hi, baby,” you said in a whisper, reaching out to him and carding a few fingers through his unruly bed-head. “Sleep well?” 

 He yanked you a little closer at that, pressing a fervent kiss to one of your cheeks. “I sure did… much thanks to you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, tone quite suggestive. He was acting like an immature schoolboy - the opposite of the beast of a man that he had been in bed the night before. 

 But you liked this side of him. 

 The soft, lazy one. 

 The one that you had quickly fallen in love with upon first glance. 

 He was easy. 

 Lee Minho was incredibly pleasant to be around. 

 He wasn’t too loud or too annoying. 

 But he also wasn’t too quiet or reserved either. 

 Sure, he could have his moments of both crazy and brooding. 

 But for the most part, he was always the same - steadfast in gentleness and care. 

 And the way he looked on at you at that moment, with so much tenderness flooding his eyes and with it pressing his lips into a velvety line, your heart nearly melted from the intimacy of it all. 

 “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly today…” You laughed quietly, raking away a few strands of his midnight locks that had fallen into his line of vision. “You just treated me too well last night.” 

 Minho flashed you a shadowed grin at that, leaning in to press a few gentle kisses against your mouth. You all but melted into his touch, groaning at the feeling of having him so close again. It was so comfortable - laying in bed with him like that, so late in the morning on the weekend. You loved it so much, and you never wanted it to end. 

 When he pulled away from you to catch his breath, his lips were shining with your taste and his teeth sparkled under the sunlight that flooded through the entire bedroom. “I want to live with you, Y/N.” 

 His words caught you completely off guard, throwing you for a wild loop of anticipation. Heart skipping over itself rapidly in your chest, your eyes widened at him as you tried to contemplate his admission. “W-What?” Is all you could manage to say, voice growing quiet at the way that he was looking at you just then. 

 Minho moved towards you, delicately pressing his forehead to yours, hot breath fanning against your nose as he spoke, “I want to have everything with you - want to share the little and big moments with you. Want to go to sleep with you by my side and wake up with you still right there. I want you to be the last thing I see in the night, and the first thing I see in the morning.” 

 You could feel the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Because truly- Lee Minho was unlike any other man you had ever met before. He seemed to genuinely care about you - he seemed to love you wholeheartedly and unashamedly. 

 And that both terrified you and excited you at the very same time. 

“So say you’ll move in with me, baby girl… say you’ll live at my place.” 

 All you could do was stare at him for a few moments in disbelief. He was being serious - he wanted to live with you. He actually wanted to build a life with you. 

“Yes-” You blurted out, a smile already creeping across the line of your mouth, “A thousand times yes!” 

 You were so happy that you threw your arms around his neck, tugging him close to you and burying your face in the heat of his chest. He chuckled, the sounds vibrating out across him and lighting something benevolent and fuzzy inside of your heart. 

 When you pulled apart again, Minho mirrored your expression, grinning from ear to ear. You were just so happy - to think, that you’d get to spend the rest of your days with the man of your dreams. With the man that you had been pondering over and wishing over for so very long. 

 And now he was yours - forever, and always. 

 Just before Minho was about to slant back into you and kiss you again, you pushed on his chest, feeling the bare muscle there and ignoring the burst of heat that it sent through your core. 

 “But wait- Min, I-”

 Your words faltered as he swiped a few fingers across your cheek, nimble digits skittering against your flesh and forcing your heart to beat a little faster. “What is it, princess?” He asked, eyes soft and serene as he waited for you to continue. 

 Swallowing around the lump that was starting to form in the middle of your throat, you peered up at him with pink-flushed cheeks. “I do want to live with you- I want that so very much. But… I want more than just that. I want more of you than just simply living together.” 

 Minho smirked devilishly, “Go on…” He implored you with knowing eyes, his fingers on your cheek trailing down to fit underneath your chin. He grabbed at your jaw gently, guiding your gaze up to meet his eyes once more. 

 “I… I think I’m finally ready.” 

 “For what?” 

 “To… start a life with you.” 

 The air was pulled right out of you as you said the single most thing that had been brewing in your mind for such a long time. The tension zapped in the room around you, snapping like an elastic and making you squirm under his hold and his regard.

 Because truthfully, you had been thinking about such a thing...

 Moving into someplace nice with Lee Minho and settling down with a family of your very own… with your cats and each other and- 

Minho’s thumb moved away from your jaw, tracing the outline of your mouth as he shook his head slowly, a hazy grin already spreading across his face. “Ah- did my baby love being bred so much last night that you want to be swollen with my very own child?” 

 You couldn’t believe it, but you were nodding your head in silence, the blush flooding into the column of your neck and spreading across your chest. You felt light-headed with a mixture of delight and love, as Minho’s face came close to yours once more. 

 “I think that can be… arranged…” The mischievousness flashed in his eyes then, and it was the last thing you saw before he was pressing his mouth to yours and swallowing up the faint moan that slipped out of you from the way things were turning south very quickly. 

 But you didn’t mind one bit. 

 You didn’t mind the way he grabbed onto you, positioning you so that you were laying out beneath him, just like the night before. 

 No, rather, you welcomed it gladly. 

 To finally have found your place in the world. 

 Through so much turmoil and strife and fighting. 

 It had taken a long time. With a lot of waiting and grief in between. 

 Nyx’s passing had left a hollow part in your heart. 

 But you soon came to realize that the one thing you needed to heal the wound - the one person - had always been standing right there by your side, in the corner of your vision. 

 And his name was Lee Minho. 

 First, he was your veterinarian. 

 First, he was just the handsome neighborhood doctor. 

 Then, he became a close confidante and someone whom you could lean on during difficult times. 

 After that, he grew into something more - a man you thought over, pined after - for a long time. 

 And finally, he became your exquisite lover. 

 The one person who healed it all… the scars, the past hurts, the pain. All of it. Taking it away, leaving tiny scars behind, with each comforting kiss. With each gentle touch. With each serene word. 

 At one point in your life, you had thought that nothing would ever compare to Nyx. That no one would be able to fill the gaping void left inside of you from losing her. 

 But, as it turns out - as fate would have it - you ended up with the very person you had needed from the beginning. And that made your heart burst with joy and adoration. 

 And you knew that no matter what happened - no matter who you lost - Minho would always be by your side. Because he had been, since day one. You had just been too blindsided by your prejudices and worries to see it. 

 However, that was no more. 

 Now, your life was bursting with colour - with happiness and calm and all things captivating and ethereal. 

 And it was all because of… 

 Him. 

 The man named Lee Minho, 

 The veterinarian just down the road from you, who owned a quaint little clinic. 

 And the man that silently took care of the animals that he adored - never seeking praise, never wanting validation. 

 Because he did it out of the kindness of his own heart. Out of the passion that he had for all creatures, big and small. 

 And that was something incredibly beautiful and lovely to you.  

Fin.

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Romanogers Rec List

Here are a few of my favorite Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff stories!

Dreamland by quigonejinn (Teen And Up Audiences, 1,852 words)

Summary: After coming out of the ice, Steve Rogers has a recurring dream.

Threads, Frayed and Whole by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (Teen And Up Audiences, 2,360 words)

Summary: Alphas gift their omegas with trinkets to show they care. As a young operative, all Natasha could ever make was what she found. But how could that compete with what her fellow alphas were offering today?

Wander by @beezyland (Mature, 148,406 words)

Summary: Despite a wolf attack that ended in the death of his best friend, Steve still spends most of his younger years watching and drawing the wolves that live in the woods behind his house. One wolf with a coat tinged with red and strange green eyes watches him back. Ten years after leaving, Steve returns to care for his dying mother. That summer he meets Natasha, a mysterious bartender who has the same eyes as his wolf and secrets that will change everything he thought he knew about his hometown.

More below the cut!

For Whose Love I Rise and Fall by Yeetmeaway (Mature, 195,570 words)

Summary: In 1943 Hydra unleashes a deadly virus in its quest to create a new world order--one that turns its hosts into vampire-like creatures. 75 years later, humanity is on the brink of extinction, protected only by the hunters of SHIELD. Natasha has already lost so much to this--they are fighting a losing battle and everyone can feel it. But, for the first time in years SHIELD has hope, the possibility of a cure. What else will she give to bring an end to this nightmare?

How The Light Gets In by singalellaby (@captainmarvelling) (Teen And Up Audiences, 19,359 words)

Summary: Losing his sight may mean Steve can't fight alongside the Avengers, but he's still a super soldier. Natasha just needs to remind him of that.

The Things We Deserve by Not_You (Explicit, 1,598 words)

Summary: Natasha is having a bad day. Steve's enthusiastic, submissive masochism is helping.

what a smile means by victoria_p (musesfool) (@cacchieressa) (Mature, 4,475 words)

Summary: Natasha knows a lot of things Steve doesn't.

To Be Worthy by Yeetmeaway (Mature, 124,681 words)

Summary: Posing as the daughter of a Viking warlord, Natasha is betrothed to her enemy-- a young warlord of unearthly strength and power whom she is tasked with killing. But when she first lays eyes on her husband-to-be it quickly becomes clear that all of her intelligence about him was massively understated. Ordered not to abandon her mission and determined to go through with her plan, Natasha quickly draws the attention of her future husband’s warrior, a man she suspects may be a counterspy and who seems intent on learning everything about her. With the day of her wedding fast approaching, Natasha has everything to lose— her professional reputation, her life, and even her heart.

Cursed by Yeetmeaway (Mature, 22,694 words)

Summary: Six months after the battle of New York, a routine Avengers mission goes wrong after an encounter with the Enchantress. Natasha is private at the best of times, but she can no longer afford to be when it becomes clear that Steve has been cursed by dark magic. Reclusive and withdrawn, she is the last person she would've expected to help him, but she owes him a debt. As the curse begins to claim his body, Natasha can no longer hide her own darkness, nor can she deny the feelings that are growing within her heart. But if she and the Avengers can't find a way to help Steve break this spell, then she'll lose him forever.

Fated by Yeetmeaway (Teen And Up Audiences, 6,374 words)

Summary: Soulmates are a thing of fate-- two souls tied together in an unbreakable bond. But for Natasha, fate has seemingly chosen a different path. When it is discovered that her soulmate is an accursed, soulless beast, she is made into a Widow-- a monster slayer, those who fate has cruelly abandoned. What else can she do but embrace her destiny? But when a mission goes wrong, Natasha discovers that everything is not as it seems.

Another Person's Words by Ranni (Not Rated, 5,272 words)

Summary: Steve isn't the only one that doesn't catch all those movie references. Natasha plans it with the same grim intensity she brings to any mission, and where Tony would tease and Clint scoff, where Bruce would shake his head in disbelief, Steve is only grateful. She doesn’t like to be left out of things and he doesn’t like to be embarrassed. So many of the problems they have are unsolvable, but not this one—they can do this, can learn the language the others already know so easily.

Protective Package by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (Explicit, 3,576 words)

Summary: Steve Rogers would defend his friends with anything at his disposal, his strategy, his intelligence, his strength, his shield, his very life. Anything. This is the story of the five times he protected Natasha. With his penis. But things aren't quite as simple as that.

Unintended Side Effects by Margo_Kim (@andhumanslovedstories) (Teen And Up Audiences, 5,459 words)

Summary: Written for the Avengers kinkmeme: "Among the serum's many little quirks and oddities is that in addition to making his body stronger and his mind sharper, it also kind of cranked his libido up into overdrive. During the war it was easier to suppress/ignore because hey, being shot at is quite the boner kill, but now he's in the 21st century and though they still happen, battles are rather less regular. As a result, well; let's say that Little Steve is suddenly "standing at attention" when not explicitly ordered to do so." Steve respects Natasha as an agent and a person, but he also needs to stop looking at her when they are in public together because his body can't quite handle it and his uniform is very tight. The fact that Natasha's having entirely too much fun with Steve's noticeable problem doesn't help matters. Also available as a podfic read by ArwenLune (@primarybufferpanel).

American and Russian Relations in the 21st Century by Margo_Kim (@andhumanslovedstories) (Teen And Up Audiences, 2,548 words)

Summary: Written for the Avengers kinkmeme: An outsider perspective on Steve's new relationship. Darcy thinks there's something funny about Steve and Natasha's new relationship. Erik and Jane think she's crazy.

[karlachismylife]

Good Night And Joy Be To You All

CW: hurt/comfort or maybe even angst, Johnny is homesick, everyone loves sea (especially me), everyone needs a hug (especially me). But also a hopeful ending!

(Title from a Scottish parting song "The Parting Glass")

Karlach finds Johnny standing on the edge of a cliff and knows all too well what it's like to miss your home.

Faerûn reminds Johnny of Scotland so much in these parts.

It's weird, he hasn't been home several months before the incident, the unexplainable fucking wacky shite that sent him and his men God knows where (or maybe even that good ol' lad doesn't know), and now, standing on a cliff over brooding sea - always reminded him of Ghost somehow - definitely not home, he feels that strange tug in his chest that is always there when he returns from deployment. It's just an illusion, it's a lie, it's obviously deceptive - Soap repeats it over and over, clutching his gun to his chest, heavy with a tactical vest (another telltale sign that this isn't home - he never brings that part of him to the bleak green hills of motherland) - and still can't shake the surreal homesick sensation. It always gets him only when he's already there, years of tough job trained his mind to keep off the sappy melancholic grounds when on duty - the less you wallow about wanting to get back home, the more focused you are. Therefore, your chances to actually see home again, grow.

Your life expectancy just goes way up.

He doesn't even dream of the Highlands when he's deployed. If anything, he doesn't think he dreams of anything at all when he's away - can't remember a single image, every blurry speck of colour escaping his thoughts when he tries to concentrate, as if the cool breeze, salty to the taste, withers them away. Does he dream of the war? Of the places he's in, be it hectic cities packed with traffic and unsuspecting civilians or miles of barren dessert, where life's only visible to those who know what to look for? Are there familiar faces, revving engines, soft hands or scorching white pain in his dreams?

Everything seems like an elusive dream here, on the edge of foreign land. Unfamiliar coastline ripples in the smoky mist, flows over into his memories of Scotland's vast shores covered with grey foam. They're colliding together in his mind, forming one undteady, unsure picture of a dreamland - of a bittersweet nowhere he so longs to be right now.

Grass, a little too green too be like home's, rustles under clumsy footsteps, approaching him and dying down before this certain someone reaches him. A wave of warmth hitting his back in a weird contrast to the ocean breeze that steadily breathes in Johnny's face and blows the liveliness out of his eyes, just like it has already done with the sea itself, exposes Karlach before she even utters a single word.

"Hey, soldier." Her usually booming voice is so soft and solemn, as if the fire in her chest has also been cooled off by the persistent wind. Their lives aren't long enough to get anywhere close to the constancy of the ocean's surf - their explosive impatience has no chance against Mother Ocean, the cradle of everything living and its inevitable deep, deep grave.

Johnny always thought that he would like to become a part of where he's come from when he finally returns home for the last time. His body would mix as one with the ocean floor, among remains of living beings who came before him. The crashing of the waves, never deterring from its rythm, would become his pulse, steady, calm. Finally at peace. Forever at home.

Karlach is home. This is what she had been missing for long ten years - a whole eternity of its own, much less peaceful and serene than that of the great dove-coloured sea - and it's not just the clear, lightweight air of Faerûn, the sky that can rain water or soft, pliant grass and dirt under her feet.

Somehow it's a stranger coming from another world, much further than where she was held prisoner, that makes her feel like she's finally home. Makes the dull ache where her new heart is exhausting itself and pining hurt less. Makes the tears prickling in the corners of her dimmed, but still fierce tiger eyes evaporate.

"Ah miss my home," Johnny says, and her heart hurts all over again, like it never was ripped out, like her shoulders aren't breathing thick steam into the grumpy skies, like there's still something alive, bleeding and aching, scorched by Hell's fire yet surviving. "Tis place looks like home, but it's nae."

The sea stays indifferent to his words, thrown into the blue depths bitterly, like an accusation, and swallowed without any response beside the waves lapping at the shore. They sink, to be slowly covered in thick salt hide, coarse crystal fur that will eventually disitegrate every syllable until it builds itself into the monotone, repetative song of life and death Mother Ocean whispers with each wave.

His shoulders ache once he finally moves, deep into the night after the sun has invisibly set, bashfully hidden behind a thick moist veil of clouds. The weight of his vest multiplied by the whistfulness of a thousand lives Johnny has lived standing on that cliff cuts into the muscles through clothes, leaves dents and marks he rubs as he tries to restore blood circulation before hitting the bedroll and drifting off to the no dreams land.

A big, warm hand comes from behind, gripping his broad shoulder tightly, sparks tingling on the tanned skin from the life flowing through tiny blood vessels - or from the soft, tamed flames flickering on the clawed fingertips. Johnny takes a deep breath, collects every ounce of strength he hasn't thrown into the eternal abyss of alien sea yet, and almost forces the corners of his mouth to curl up in what should have been a sunlit grin.

His lips feel like there's a weight of a mountain - a green hill littered with fluffy flocks of sheep - tied to them by strings, tugging down with too much power. He fights it for a moment too long, and the weight breaks him. Proud head lolls forward, shoulders slump, whole body slowly crumbles.

Until it lands into strong, big arms, lowering Johnny carefully into soft warmth.

"Tell me about your home, Johnny," asks Karlach, wrapping her burly arms around his head. Devilish fingers still rubbing and pinching the exhaustion from his spent body away, long tail coiled around his waist. "You have sea too?"

She cradles him like a child, face hidden in the protective shelter of her stomach and lap, engine whirring so softly and calmly that Johnny can still hear the lullaby of the ocean, speaking to him of life and death just as clearly as it does back at home.

He carries the depth of Scottish sea in his eyes everywhere he goes, a piece of home always with him, and as it spills in little salty tears on Karlach's skin, she recieves a piece of it too.

"We'll find a way to get you back, I promise. If I managed to come back to my home, you can too." Her determination is unwavering, a will stronger than the faulty clock ticking seconds of life in her chest away, a belief so powerful it will make the promise come true against all odds.

A fire that burns so bright, Johnny thinks for a brief moment - if he can't come back home in Scotland, he knows who can be his new home in Faerûn.

[thehomebodydiaries]

homebody diaries .001.

(ft. salem's hand)

i need a fucking car.

i am so tired of paying for and using someone else’s car. i’m grateful that they’re letting me use it. but if i’m gonna keep paying for repairs and gas, i’d like it to be going to my car. i can’t tell you how hard it is to save for a car when i am taking care of someone else’s too.

i did have one, for ten years. drove a firebird as old as me. it sat in the driveway for a year before i finally agreed to sell it. $600. i would’ve demanded more for all the work i’d had done on it, but i mean… who am i kidding? it didn’t run anymore

there’s a “shift bid” at work right now. basically what that means is each person picks three potential shifts out of a list of, like, fifteen possible choices. whoever has the best scores for the month (customer surveys, break adherence, boring call center corporate nonsense, etc.) gets their first, second, or third pick. it’s kind of annoying, because the office is already pretty toxic, and it feels like everyone is looking to see who fucks up first. plus, i’m content with my schedule, i would like to work 10am-7pm (instead of my current 1pm-10pm) but as long as i keep my friday/saturdays off, i’ll be fine.

(note: i would like it to be documented that i here have some unkind things written about some people i know and have opted to leave it out of this online post on the off chance that i become the main protagonist in an alice oseman novel.)

i think my anxiety is getting worse. i think people at work are like… fucking with me. but, like… why would they? i don’t know, i just can’t shake the feeling that everybody wants to see me fail. it’s also getting hard for me to leave the house. i keep thinking about all the horrible things that could happen: the car crashes, the choking hazards, skin cancer, being stalked, etc. my eating is getting pretty bad again too. weed helps more than i thought, but i’m on a bit of a break right now. today is the first day and i’m already buggin’, thinking everyone hates me and my therapist thinks i’m a joke and i’m not worthy of any of my friends and i can’t even finish a cup of noodles or keep up with my own fucking book club.

i’m trying to just focus on my scores at work to think about something else. i write my book in the notepad when  i can. it’s good to have a project. i just wish i didn‘t second guess everyone’s intentions between bouts of inspiration.

anyway. i’m checking shit off of my list as fast as i can, but i’m only one little guy, and i don’t exactly have a lot of help - izzy is such a life saver when he can spare his time to run errands for me though. i’m trying to keep a rewards system going too. i got my second mystery box from the dreamland elf series, and it was the same one i already have. such a bummer, but i’m sure it’ll make someone pretty happy at a thrift store or something.

not much else to say. i’m drinking disaronno and trying to make a budget but i don’t know how spreadsheets work and i’m high and i’m gonna make a link.tree and a sorting quiz for my discord server.

[songsformonkeys]

Saying I love you with a letter (Ezra x reader)

Month: May

Word count: ~900

Warnings: ANGST, mcd

Notes: You receive a letter from Ezra.

I don't know exactly what happened here. I was in the grumpiest of moods and needed to write something before the end of June. And I did...technically. Oh well... everyone needs something to be the laziest and worst thing they've written. This is probably mine.

The rest of the Year of Creation stories

@yearofcreation2023

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My dearest,

It's been a month since we parted ways. And I ache with every inch and second of that distance, lover.

I dreamt of you last night and I woke up this morning to the phantom sensation of your arm around my waist. I reached for your hand but ended up grasping at nothing but air. I begged for sleep to take me right back to dreamland, but she is a cruel bed companion, I'm afraid, and once I found myself awake, it was impossible to go back.

I'd like to think it was the real you. In the dream, I mean. That you dreamt of me too last night and that somehow that was enough for us to find each other. Is that foolish of me? Distance makes the heart grow fond, and drives the brain a little crazy, I think.

The moon we're at is beautiful like you wouldn't believe, sweetheart. They call her The Green Moon. A very apt name. She looked like an emerald in the void when our ship approached. She's hiding the largest treasure of Aurelac in the system, and guarding it with a deadly fierceness.

There's this... dust of sorts, some kind of spores, I believe. It's everywhere. Captain showed us pictures on the way over of different gruesome ways it can mess up the human body. I'll spare you the details. But don't you worry, lover, I'm careful, and this trusty suit ain't giving up on me anytime soon.

There are ten of us here, practically living in each other's pockets. And let me tell you that after a long day of harvesting, I'd just about be willing to trade one of my limbs for a reprieve from the unpleasantly potent smell of myself and my crewmates.

The crew is about as interesting as a crew of money-hungry desperate bastards can get. Not sure I trust any of them further than I can throw them. Except for maybe the one that doesn't speak. I dropped my rationed bits bar on the floor the other day, and couldn't eat it out of fear of dust contamination. Now, I was prepared to accept my fate and I even laughed along with the others at my misfortune. This guy, however, he doesn't laugh – not sure he even can – just breaks his own bar in two and hands me half. Says a lot about a man's character, that. Still don't know his name.

The work itself is not so bad. By no means the hardest I've labored. Harvesting Aurelac requires more finesse than brute force, which is a nice change of pace.

Some of the others are unhappy with the cut we're getting of the profits. Mostly the new recruits. I think the pay is decent enough, compared to what gigs such as these usually pay. Or perhaps me and the others who've been around know there's little to gain from complaining. Voice your displeasure enough and you'll soon find yourself overlooked when the next job rolls around. No one claims it's fair but them's the rules, and no one's ever heard of anybody getting rich off of prospecting.

How are things back home? I'm itching to hear some gossip about the new neighbors. Did you end up taking them up on their offer to help with the roof? I do feel bad for leaving you to deal with it all on your own. But you know I couldn't turn this job down. Not with all things considered.

I promise I'll make it up to you a thousand times over as soon as I am back! Not too long now, and I'm counting down the days.

I love you, sweetheart. More than words could possibly convey. Can't wait to be back in your arms again.

Yours forever,

Ezra

~~~~~~

You smooth your fingers lovingly over the familiar handwriting and only just resist the urge to bring the letter up to your face. It wouldn't smell like him anyway. Written a month after he left. Exactly one month after he left. You knew because you too had been counting the days, starting from the morning when he hugged and kissed you goodbye at the hangar.

You smooth your fingers over the paper. It's worn like it's been folded and unfolded countless times along the same creases.

One month after he left.

Three weeks before he was supposed to come back.

Your hands begin to tremble.

The young girl across from you at the table speaks up, voice a bit guarded like she's expecting you to lash out at her. Like perhaps that had been the default reaction of someone before you.

”I found this among his stuff... after...” she tells you. ”He never got a chance to send it, but I found it and I thought you deserved to have it.”

And with that, the last glimmer of hope flickers and dies in your heart, replaced in an instant by the cold hard truth.

Ezra isn't coming home.

[midnight-and-his-melodiverse]

time for the first (of many!) team fate rambles because hooh boy they've been taking up my brainspace for the last couple months and I love them so much so first, a quick rundown of the party we're lookin' at! Farrah - a shy human knight, it sucks for her when she has to talk to people, but somehow, on the opposite hand she gains all the confidence when leading her teammates into battle. Her father, Darryon Wynvale, has recently been enlisted into the Rosehaven militia to help defend Rivershield, but this has left her feeling a little lonely. For consolation, she usually heads to the quiet and serene Dreamland Inn to either catch a night's rest slumbering in a home away from home, so to speak, or to talk out her feelings with Katia, the inn's owner. One day, after looking at her pet dog that sits atop the counter, she decides that when she turns 18 (she's 14 as of the recent Team Fate album Fablevale Forest) that she'll get a dog or cat of her own. Perhaps to keep her company, or to just satisfy her childhood want for a pet. Alluin - a headstrong elven ranger. He's cocky and arrogant as all hell now, but back when he was a budding monster hunter, training with both Farrah AND Esmond in the same school, albeit in different divisions of Rivershield's Knight Academy, he was not so confident in his skills to kill monsters. In fact, due to his hesitation, he was forced to miss out on the very prominent Graduation Monster Hunt celebration because of his fears and doubts of his abilities. However, in spite of this... one late night he snuck out to the deepest part of Wyvern Winterlands (back before there was the single benevolent wyvern resting in it's depths) and steeling his nerves, managed to slay an Avalan Aberration, the strongest of it's kind dwelling within those lands. It was then he went around flaunting his newfound monster hunting abilities to everyone. Some found the skills awe-inspiring, others, like unfortunately Team Fate, found it annoying that he kept bringing it up day after day. Terrel - a mindful human healer / cleric. All that Terrel is willing to share, is that from the day he turned ten, he wanted to assist people's wounds, out of the goodness of his heart.

Esmond - an anxious elven mage. Poor Esmond, has been afraid of the world at large for years. As Farrah acts as his sort of guardian, he's found comfort in playing around with certain types of magic which come from his comfort object, a sapphire staff. Much to Farrah's terror, however, Esmond has recently discovered that his sapphire staff is so immensely powerful that it can pull and store magic from the nearest location that Esmond points it towards. However, since it's navigation isn't so great, one night when pointing the wand up to the sky to capture the magic of the stars... it aimed right at Goblin Grove's dungeon entrance, and bottled all the dark magic from it's enemies inside the staff.

[wttcsms]

taking inspiration from the recent tiktok trend where people describe couple pairings that are ‘bound to fall in love’, i decided to create a list of 10 of my favorite pairing tropes that i think are bound to fall for each other! the kicker was: i assigned each duo a number + y’all picked a character for the pairing. here are the results! <3

links will be updated as i complete the fics; however, please keep in mind while these may be plot heavy, there is a high chance there’s going to be smut!! read all content warnings before proceeding.

your roots in my dreamland — megumi fushiguro x f!reader

the princess & the knight. as the darling princess and only daughter of the king, a love marriage is out of the question for you. a marriage for you is nothing more than a strategic alliance, and hardly anyone can blame you for trying to run away from the castle the moment you heard that your father has struck a deal and accepted an engagement to a man you have never even met on your behalf. this crown prince rules a kingdom so far away, it’ll take a solid two months minimum to make the journey there. to ensure that you do not escape, your father assigns a knight to escort you the whole way there; partly to keep you safe but mainly to keep you in check. not just any knight will do; he assigns sir megumi fushiguro, the one who landed on the doorsteps of the castle as a young orphaned boy with no traceable family history. dreading this marriage to an unknown man, you’ll do anything in your power to slow down this journey, even if it means starting an all out war with this young knight, who must be someone special if your father trusts him to be your escort. but the longer you’re stuck in the same carriage with him, exploring all these different lands together, you realize that it’s not marriage you’re wholeheartedly opposed to. in fact, marriage with the right person doesn’t seem so disagreeable if it’s with a certain someone...

you’d be like heaven to touch — keigo takami x f!reader

the serious, smart girl & the infamous frat boy. you’ve got it all figured out. you have folders in your laptop detailing your one year, five year, ten year, and even fifteen year plan. you email your professors in advance asking for the syllabus because you can’t handle not having everything neatly organized and color-coded in your physical planner, notion, and excel spreadsheet. you’re the president of your honor society, vp of two other student organizations, treasurer for the student government association, and no one even wants to bother to ask you to go into detail about your volunteer work or internships. you’re focused, you’re driven, and you refuse to get distracted. not when you’re so close to graduating (summa cum laude, obviously). but something doesn’t quite go as planned. ever so meticulous you has never once anticipated that frat president keigo takami would point at you in the campus starbucks and say “there’s my girlfriend right there!” just a quick recap in case you missed it: you’re an accomplished student who has little to no social life thus far. you are certainly not the king of all frat boys’ girlfriend. but apparently, out of desperation to be left alone, keigo decides to tell a girl pursuing him that he has a girlfriend, and you happened to be the poor victim to his spontaneity. you don’t want to go through with it; you’ve got enough on your plate already, and adding fake girlfriend isn’t something to add to your resume. but keigo has some really close connections at a firm you’re looking to work for after graduation, and listen, you can’t deny that this opportunity to network isn’t amazing. besides, sometimes the things you don’t plan for can turn out pretty good in your favor... right?

you save me like this every time — rintarou suna x f!reader

the nurse & the vigilante. you and suna take turns playing hero. or, more accurately, there’s a masked, morally grey “hero” roaming the streets and no one knows their identity. you’re a fresh-out-of-college nurse working shitty hours and with the rise in crime, there’s a rise in patients. the last thing you want to come home to (home being your apartment that is pitifully comparable to that of a shoebox) is more work, but when there’s a guy in a mask currently bleeding out all over your brand new white rug, you find it terribly inconvenient that you took an oath to try to save all lives. 

i don’t want my heart in your hands — kenjirou shirabu x f!reader

the sweet student & the grumpy teacher’s assistant. there’s nothing you wouldn't do to help out others. it’s the whole reason why you’re even in your first year of med school; you’re passionate about your pursuit of helping people and saving lives. but being too eager to help can do more harm than good, especially to yourself. for example, you might be taking a hard class that’s being taught by a notoriously difficult TA who is brutal in grading and probably a narcissist. he might also like to quote the student handbook and explain various times that group chats about the class can be classified as an academic violation. and he might even have screenshots that show you sharing notes and study guides in said group chats. he’s threatening to report you, and you’re getting desperate to not get kicked out of the program. there’s nothing that you can offer him, though. that is, until you happen to hear of his little predicament: his ex-girlfriend (who would even date him in the first place?) sent him a wedding invite; mainly to boast about how well she’s doing and how single and miserable he is. if shirabu is anything, it’s definitely prideful. he can’t decline her invite and let her win, but he can’t show up and admit defeat by being alone. his ego won’t allow him to be embarrassed like that. so, for a weekend, you are shirabu’s totally sweet and lovable girlfriend that absolutely adores him, and shirabu conveniently loses all the screenshots he claims are an academic violation. it’s a good deal. until his ex transfers to your university, and this act might have to go on longer than either of you planned for.

two weeks notice — shouto todoroki x f!reader

the secretary & the ceo. loyal, hardworking, and incredibly intelligent, you’re the secretary for the youngest todoroki son. newly elected as the ceo of his family’s business, shouto has a lot on his plate, and unluckily enough for him, you’re about to add to that when you turn in your two weeks notice. you’ve been with him ever since you were fresh out of college and he was just the little heir fighting for his life in the boardroom. he doesn’t want to see you go, but he understands why you’re leaving, which is why he wants you to accompany him on one last business trip. it’s a short three day long trip, but when his personal security detail inform him that it’s unsafe for him to travel back home safely, the two of you are trapped in a luxury vacation island together for at least a month minimum. and like any good businessman, shouto sees an opportunity in the worst situation; namely, he’s still got a chance to convince you to stay with him.

it’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender — koutarou bokuto x f!reader 

the schoolteacher & the firefighter. so, quick life update: your apartment has now been reduced to a pile of ashes and burnt rubble (read: you’re now homeless!); you’re currently living on a meager teacher’s salary because you, for some odd reason, decided to be a good person and wanted to positively influence the next generation (it never pays to be a good person); and your high school boyfriend (and first love... and the love you never really got over, but listen, it’s a work in progress — don’t question why it’s been a work in progress for the past 6 years and counting) is suddenly everywhere you go. the hot firefighter that saved you from your burning apartment? it’s bokuto. the person who’s kind enough to let you stay at their place literally for free until you can find a place of your own? also bokuto. the ex-boyfriend/high school sweetheart/first love you just can’t seem to shake? of course it’s bokuto. you’re just scared that it’s always going to be bokuto. and maybe for him, it’s always going to be you.

savior complex — tetsurou kuroo x f!reader

the next door neighbors. one minute, you’re living the absolute fucking teenage dream, driving to different parties in your custom wrapped, pink porsche (paid for by your father, of course), and the next thing you know, you’re suddenly making headlines as the infamous business mogul’s daughter/young heiress has a wild night out! first off, the photos taken from that night were at a hideously awful angle and everyone there is lucky that you’re too busy having the worst time of your life; otherwise, they would’ve been sent straight to court for having the audacity to release photos of you looking like that. most importantly, though, is that daddy dearest is not too happy with how you’re “ruining the family name”. (because the name is more important than the actual family). so, what does he do? he readjusts the terms of your trust fund — the funds that you were supposed to have access to the moment you turned twenty-one (a date that’s happening in just six more months!), and he calls you into his office to go over the new terms. one: you need to learn to provide for yourself and learn some humility, so it’s time you get — you almost gag every time you have to say the word — a job. two: you have to enroll in college. and three: no more making headlines that will ruin the family’s reputation. if you get a job, graduate from college, and stay on your bestest behavior, you finally receive your fortune that you swear is your birthright. the only problem is that you hate your new job (marketing for japan’s volleyball association — you only got here thanks to dear old dad), you hate your classes, and you might fail at the third condition your father set up because you’re about to go on a murderous rampage. your first victim? tetsurou fucking kuroo. the two of you get off on the worst foot possible, but you find some solace in knowing that just because he’s unavoidable at work, you at least will have some much needed time away from him when you make it to your apartment (the one your dad is forcing you to pay rent for). except, you get locked out of your own apartment, and who is there to witness your meltdown? kuroo. what a way to meet your new neighbor!

halfway happy — tooru oikawa x f!reader

the publicist & the celebrity. behind every charming celebrity is a team that has meticulously orchestrated their every move. for tooru oikawa, his team is spearheaded by none other than you: tokyo’s youngest and brightest publicist, ready to ensure that all news is good news when it’s his name leading the headlines. when fans start pointing out that it’s weird how every relationship he’s been in has failed and that all his exes are either engaged, married, or happily dating someone else for a long period, people are starting to tarnish the golden image you’ve spent years crafting. you know oikawa better than most, but his love life is something he’s never been open about, and you’ve never wanted to cross that line. when rumors about his relationships and supposed commitment issues start gaining actual harmful traction, you know you need to do something to fix this. tooru swears it’s because he’s never found the right time to find “the one”, and as his trusted publicist, you decide to intervene, do damage control, and kill two birds with one stone. you’ll find the perfect dream girl for oikawa, fabricate their relationship just the slightest so they always look happy and in love in the photos, push the narrative that oikawa has always wanted to settle down and has now found the right person for him. he saves his reputation, and you help him find his soulmate. the only issue? he’s pretty sure the person trying to save his reputation is his soulmate.

no more keepin’ score (now i just keep you warm) — kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader

the maneater & the womanizer.  you’re named one of japan’s most beautiful models in the country. he’s one of the hottest bachelors and professional athletes in the country. the two of you together has the potential to be one of the most iconic pairings in all of japan’s pop culture history. the only issue? both of you are too prideful, stubborn, and maybe even a little scared to admit attraction to each other. alternatively: eleven times you and sakusa miss the opportunity to be together, and the one time you two finally let the tension snap. 

like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me — wakatoshi ushijima x f!reader

the underground fighter & the ring girl. it’s bloodier. the rules are looser. the bets are higher. the fighters more unhinged, and the girls holding the cards in the ring are always a sight for sore (and bloody and bruised) eyes. the underground fighting scene in japan is less of a secret and more of a ludicrous business and the best source of entertainment. the fighters here are far more famous than the actual professional boxers, and the money to be made is insane. after an accident in the ring, wakatoshi “the powerhouse” ushijima, is forced to hang up his boxing gloves and step away from the professional sport. he’s still got a lot of fight left in him, and he finds himself turning to underground fighting, quickly rising through the ranks and making a name for himself as one of the most ruthless, formidable opponents in the game. you’re just the unfortunate girl struggling to make ends meet, but when you’re recruited to be one of the ring girls, you can’t walk away from the paycheck they’re promising you. ushijima is known for his steely demeanor; he’s less than human and more monster — at least, he is according to everyone who frequents these fights. he’s never been the type to get distracted, always laser focused on one thing and one thing only: winning the next fight. but the ring girl grimacing in the corner as he knocks out his opponent breaks that strict focus just the slightest. he can't afford any distractions, but you just might be his toughest opponent yet.

[minhyeong]

MOMENTS WAYV REALIZE THEY’RE FALLING IN LOVE !

[ kun ] when he’s sitting on the hood of his car overlooking the blurry city lights and laughing at your jokes a little too hard, and maybe it’s because of the brain fog caused by sleep deprivation but he feels happy for the first time in a while, the harshness of reality momentarily tossed into a deep, forgotten corner of his mind; he doesn’t realize he has been staring at you all this time until you gently brush his fringe away from his eyes

[ ten ] when he’s dancing in the kitchen with you at dusk, sock-clad feet sliding against the cold marble floor, alcohol coursing through your veins, cheeks and ears tainted a blazing shade of pink after one too many glasses of wine, and he dramatically twirls you until you’re a dizzy, giggling mess in his arms; he feels like he’s flying to the moon even when his feet are firmly planted on the ground

[ winwin ] when he feels a throb in his skull from the flashing neon lights and escapes the crowd to go off to a quiet corner on his own, his head a pool of whirling outside noises that sound like nonsense, and you’re already sitting there people watching to kill time until you can go home; he looks into your eyes when you give him an understanding smile, scoot over, and pat the space next to you, and he swears the world has suddenly gone quiet

[ lucas ] when he’s slipping through dreamland under his covers, cheek squished against his pillow, but his ringtone rudely pulls him back to a conscious state because you cannot fall asleep no matter how many sheep you’ve counted, so he clears his throat and sings, his raspy lullaby strangely comforting to you; he chuckles when he hears your soft breathing and wonders what dream you’re having

[ xiaojun ] when he hesitantly asks how long you can love him for, perhaps a week, a month, a year, or maybe two, and he wants to melt into the crevices of the asphalt beneath his feet when his gaze meets yours, the stillness achingly tender as it settles in the air, but when you promise to do it until you run out of tomorrows, his heart suddenly soars; he thinks he has found his forever

[ hendery ] when he watches you down a whole bottle of coke as the temperature reaches new heights and the afternoon sun bakes the crowns of your heads, and you let out a satisfied sigh when the last drop is fizzing on the roof of your mouth, but the excess air makes it way up and you burp right into his face; he freezes for a few moments before he grabs you by the waist and tickles you as revenge

[ yangyang ] when he’s lying on the couch mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his eyelids starting to feel heavy, and you drape yourself on top of him and squeeze your way through his arms just so you could ask if he would like to run away, your lips twitching mischievously after dropping the vague proposal; he’s ready to leap into the ends of the earth when he sees the twinkle in your eyes

[animedaddymilkers]

💍husband "prank"💍

summary: referring to them as your husband even though you're still dating.

characters: katsuki bakugo, eijiorou kirishima, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, dabi, GN!reader

tags: pro hero!au, fluff, domestic prank, marriage talk, hospital talk(for izuku🙄)

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bakugo: "I'll have the chicken fingers with the side of fries, yeah, and the honey mustard please," you paused as the employee on the other end of the phone repeated your order before asking if there was anything else. "Uh, yeah, my husband will have the shrimp alfredo, with an extra side of bread sticks." You finished giving the order, oblivious to the confused look Katsuki was giving you. When you looked over at him you just raised an eyebrow, "what's up?" He nearly scoffed, half offended, "what's up? what's up? how long have you been calling me your husband?" he looked like he was practically pouting as he waited for your answer. "I guess a couple months now..." Katsuki huffed, cheeks tinted pink, "does that mean I can call you my [wife/husband/life partner]?" now it was your turn to look at him blankly before you shut your mouth and nodded, "Y-Yeah! I'd like that..."

kirishima: it was just supposed to be a simple trip to the grocery store in your hometown, but of course, nothing is ever that simple. Not even five minutes into the store and someone from high school stopped to 'chat'. The person you barely talked to all those years ago suddenly wanted to do nothing but talk with you. "Oh, yeah, this is my husband, Eijiorou!" you cheerily introduced Eijiorou who looked at you shocked before smiling at your old classmate. As you were walking away to continue shopping he leaned a bit closer to you and excitedly asked you, "Husband? Really? Would you really marry me???" his eyes twinkled when you laughed and told him "yes, i would marry you." the rest of the shopping trip was filled with Eijiorou asking you questions about the potential wedding, head off in dreamland as you inspected the apples. "Big or small? What color theme? Roses or lilies? Church or beach?"

todoroki: Shoto was innocently playing on your phone while you were in the shower, all with your permission of course, when you received a text message. "(Y/N), (Friend) just texted you!" he called out to you from the bedroom. "Oh, just go ahead and answer it for me!" Shoto nodded and opened your messages app. He read through the conversation to gain enough context, seeing you responded to your friend >Can't hang today, spending it with the husband!<, explaining their most recent text of >Awh, you two are so cute! How about tomorrow?< Shoto paused, rereading your text over a couple times, his cheeks blushing as he read you referring to him as your husband. After a minute of internally screaming he realized he still needed to respond for you. >Tomorrow the husband has something big planned for us, how about next week? I'll have something to show you then.< After he sent it he smiled to himself, knowing if you read it you'd be slightly confused. But the small black box Shoto kept in his shirt drawer would explain it all tomorrow.

midoriya: izuku groaned as he came out of the anesthesia, the commotion outside of the door breaking him from his rest. "that's my husband in there, you have to let me see him!" your voice was desperate and rushed as you talked to whoever was keeping you from entering. Whoever it was must have relented because soon after the door burst open with the sight of you rushing over to his bed. "darling! Are you alright? Well, clearly you're not alright, heavens, look at you..." Izuku smiled weakly at you as the nurse trailed in behind. "Please make sure not to stress him out. And only ten minutes." You scoffed and looked over your shoulder to them, "I won't stress him out and that's up to my husband, not you!" Izuku tilted his head slightly, wondering who your husband was. His slower thought process then came to the realization that it was him and then he spent ten minutes wondering when he proposed to you and another twenty trying to remember your wedding anniversary.

dabi: "Oh please, my husband could kick your ass with his eyes closed, now get lost you pervert." Dabi overheard you sass some man in the bar as he returned with your drinks. Mildly confused at the way his chest tightened when he heard you talk about him. And the whole husband title...shit, maybe it affected him more than he wanted it to. Regardless, his chest puffed out, more than willing to play that role of protective husband for you. "We got a problem here, dearest?" he questioned lowly, eyes locked with the man who was bothering you, Dabi relishing in the fear that flickered through the man's eyes. Maybe he could get used to that husband title after all...

[parkersroses]

sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine. 

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

She pushes her cart down the aisle as she browses through the shelves of delicious snacks. She already has picked out a bunch of biscuits and juice boxes when her phone rings, making her jump a bit. She takes out her phone and smiles as the screen showcases the contact name ‘lovie’ with a picture of her husband. She accepts the call as she continues to stroll down the aisle. 

“Hi, lovie!” she answers happily. “Hello, darling. Hope everything’s alright there,” Harry answers back. She giggles as she stops by the fruits and vegetables section. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the one that’s looking after the house?” She questions about Harry’s intention of calling her. He chuckles through the phone. “Pfft, don’t be silly, love. I got everything under control here,” He says. She imagines how he is probably pouting a bit on the other side of the phone as she playfully rolls her eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hun. Now, what do you need?” She asks, figuring that Harry has some last minute additions to the grocery. Harry hums and thinks as Y/N picks out some fresh salads. “Could maybe buy more bread for us?” He asks, which confuses Y/N as she thought she has already bought bread for them.

“Harry, didn’t I already buy those, like, two those days ago?” She questions as she starts picking out some fruits. She picks out two packets of strawberries and grapes each and one honeydew melon. She feels as though Harry is hesitating to answer back through the phone. “Yeah, but.. I got hungry so I finished most of them,” He says as though he is embarrassed by admitting this to his wife. Y/N only giggles at this information. 

“You and your bread. Any kind that you fancy this time?” She asks as she makes her way to the wet area of the supermarket. “Just the usual ones. Oh, and the whole wheat bread if there’s any,” He requests. Y/N hears the sound of cutleries clanking in the background, though she brushes it off, thinking it is just Harry cleaning the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at home, yeah? I’m nearly done here,”

“Of course, darling. Bubs and I will be waiting,” he says, and Y/N smiles at the thought of her little family at home. The couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N makes a note to herself to get some bread after picking out some salmon before checking herself out of the supermarket. 

After over a year of marriage, the both of them decided to start a family of their own. It excited her to think about Harry with their own child, knowing very well how good he is with children in general. They were both overjoyed by the news that they will be expecting a baby girl, more so of Harry than herself. He was ecstatic to be a father throughout the pregnancy journey. Even on the occasional dates they would go on, he would always make sure they picked some of the most private areas, paparazzi and fans-free. It was an important time for them and they wanted to keep things on the low most times. 

Now, their baby girl Rosie is six months old and is just the purest ball of sunshine and happiness. Harry and Y/N swore that their hearts grew ten times bigger upon first laying their eyes on her baby. Of course after she was born, it was tiring enough for them to handle a baby as they were new to being parents. Though, they managed to get the hang of it after some sleepless nights and cleaning up baby vomit. 

All of that which leads up to this moment where Y/N is buying some groceries for the family. Harry suggested they should take little Rosie out for a picnic. Although it was rather difficult to go outside without them getting papped and stalked, they luckily had a backyard that was big enough to have their little picnic together. It was all fenced up with a couple of flowers planted. It was ideally the perfect place to relax and have some family gatherings. 

Y/N quickly gets home in time for dinner, not before buying some Chinese food for her and Harry. She unlocks the door and quickly rushes by the living room and into the kitchen to put the heavy bags of groceries down. Harry, who had been folding the laundry and entertaining his daughter, notices his wife and calls out to her. “Hi, honey!” Baby Rosie, who has been laying on a plush little blanket, perks her head up and excitedly babbles after her father’s voice. “Hey, lovie! Give me a minute to put these away!” Y/N yells back at him.

Harry hums and puts away the last of the clean laundry in a basket before laying on his side next to Rosie. He lets his baby grab a hold of his large hand. He watches as Rosie puts his tiny little hand on the center of his palms, smiling widely as she looks at him and babbles about in baby language. It’s not long until Y/N comes in with a bag of Chinese food and some baby food. “C’mon, let’s eat, my loves,” She gently says as she sets the food down on the coffee table. Rosie holds out her arms to her mother; much to her delight, Y/N carries her up and sets her down on her lap. 

Y/N multitasks eating her dinner and feeding Rosie throughout dinner time. The faint sounds of a Fleetwood Mac album playing on the vinyl player filling the background. “So, what’s on the menu for tomorrow’s picnic?” He says as takes a bite off his spring roll. Y/N shrugs and wipes the excess baby food off Rosie’s mouth. “Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make those smoked salmon sandwiches that you like.”  

Harry playfully moans in delight. “You mean, those sandwiches you make are award-winning, darling,” he says, which makes Y/N giggles at her silly husband. “Well, I hope they are, Mr. Styles. Would be shameful if the salmon I bought just went to waste.” Little Rosie eventually finishes her food and decides to play around with her mother’s hair. She stares and strokes on Y/N’s hair, gently tucking it at times. The couple smiles widely at the sight of their daughter. “You doing alright, bubs?” Rosie merely stares at her parents with her big green eyes, not understanding their question. It still amazes Y/N how much of Harry’s features Rosie inherited. “Surely you weren’t a handful with your daddy this evening, were you?” Y/N playfully questions. 

Harry chuckles and takes Rosie out of Y/N’s arms. “No, she wasn’t. However, she wasn’t helpful in helping daddy with the laundry, were you princess?” He says as he lifts his baby girl above both of the couple’s heads, eliciting the sweetest laugh from Rosie. He does this a few more times until he stops since he didn’t want her to get dizzy and throw up. 

It was a very domestic moment for them. Just the three of them, having dinner, smiles and laughter all around. It is moments like this where Harry prefers the simplicity of life, in the comfort of his little family. “Think it’s time for someone to go to dreamland, don’t ya think?” Y/N says as she caresses Rosie’s soft cheeks with her finger, Rosie obviously showing her tiredness with her droopy eyes. Harry nods in agreement, already packing up to empty food boxes to throw away. 

“You wanna go up first, love? Nurse Rosie a bit. I’ll clean this up quickly.” Y/N insists on helping out Harry after he’s taken care of the house while she went to buy groceries. Though, Harry insists back on helping to clean, saying it’s no big deal. Without much of an argument, Y/N lifts up Rosie from his arms and heads up, not before giving Harry a loving kiss of appreciation. 

After nursing her, Rosie quickly falls asleep in her mother’s arms, lulling to the faint sounds of her heartbeat as she rests her little head on her chest. Harry soon joins in the room and he stops to admire the sight he has become all too familiar with. Just the sight of the woman he loves, carrying and rocking their baby daughter to sleep, a feeling of warmth and peace fills his entire heart. Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he was to have ended up in this position and he always thanks the universe for blessing him a family that he loves with his entire soul. 

Rosie gets tucked in her cot, a soft purple blanket covering her. Harry and Y/N go back into their room soon after. Harry lays on his bed with his eyes closed, humming a random tune while Y/N picks out her nightwear, which turns out to only be one of Harry’s T-shirts and underwear. “Can you believe she’s six months old now?” Harry asks out of the blue. Y/N turns around and stands between his legs. He sits up and gently pulls Y/N in by the waist. She runs her hands through his curls, he sighs in delight of the feeling. “Time flies, huh?” 

“Soon she’s gonna start walkin’, runnin’, she’ll become quite the troublemaker,” he jokes and pouts at Y/N. She chuckles at his silliness. “It’s nothing we can’t handle, right?” She smiles at him lovingly as she strokes his cheeks. Harry smiles back and puts his head on her stomach, giving it a light kiss through the dress she’s wearing. 

“Thank you. I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” he mumbles against her stomach. She looks down at him with a confused expression. “You carried her for a whole nine months and went through so much to deliver her to us. So, thank you. And I love you, darling. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N feels her breath hitched at his confession and she smiles at him. She leans down and kisses him hard. Sometimes, she thinks that she is the lucky one. She managed to find someone who loves and support her unconditionally, even through the late night snacks she had while pregnant with little Rosie. Harry doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and pulls her closer to him. She feels his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And who is she to deny making out with her incredibly talented and beautiful husband as she opens her mouth, making the kiss more passionate. Harry hears a soft moan from her and swears he feels shivers running up his spine.

They break away after feeling the oxygen running out of their lungs and lay their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily. “I love you, too,” she breathes out. They both smile widely at each other, feeling like teenagers in love. She pecks his lips one last time before pulling away from him. She starts undressing as she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom, Harry watching her every move as his mouth gapes open slightly. 

God, my wife is so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He continues to admire Y/N as she undresses until she’s fully nude. He gulps as he feels the blood rushing towards his lower region.

Harry’s cut out from his thoughts as a piece of fabric flungs to his face. He grabs it from his face and he chokes on his saliva upon seeing Y/N laced lavender-coloured underwear. He looks up to his wife leaning against the bathroom door, every inch of her on display for him and him only.

“Mind joining me for a shower, baby?” she smirks as she quickly heads in the shower. 

When he hears the shower turn on, Harry jumps up from the bed and quickly takes off his clothes, tripping on his sweatpants on his way to join his wife in the shower.

━

Rosie giggles loudly and she reaches out for the blue butterfly in front of her. Y/N smiles at this soft moment and holds up her digital camera to take a picture. The sky was a nice shade of blue and clouds looked like cotton candy hanging above. The flowers in the garden were blooming and Harry managed to pick out two sunflowers for his sunflowers. It seemed like the perfect day.

Harry comes out with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries and grapes. He sits down next Y/N on the blanket they laid out, giving a soft kiss on her forehead, before looking over at his daughter. “What’s that, bub?” he asks Rosie in a seemingly excited voice. Rosie squeals and babbles to her father as she points out to the blue butterfly fluttering in front of her. 

“That’s right, bubs! That's a butterfly!” Harry picks her up and puts her on his lap. Y/N is already munching away on the strawberries. Harry opens his mouth to her, implying that he wants to be fed with the red fruits, Y/N rolls her eyes at his silliness but complies as she puts it in his mouth, plucking out the stem. As she does this, little Rosie looks at the exchange and opens her mouth wide, copying Harry. The couple merely laughed at the little girl’s behaviour. 

“You want a strawberry, Rosie?” Y/N smiles as picks one out, she bites lightly on the tip of it so Rosie could have the smallest bite of the fruit. Rosie whines and reaches out for the tiny piece. “Calm down, you bugger. Might wanna say ‘please’ to mommy first, yea?” Harry says to her gently as he rubs her back.

Of course, Rosie wouldn’t know how to say any words at all yet, so she babbles in her baby language and whines to be fed. “Think that might be ‘please’, love,” he says jokingly to his Y/N. 

“Well, who am I to say no to the cutest girl ever?” She jokes back and puts the tiny piece of strawberry in Rosie’s mouth, her mouth slightly stained from the juices. Harry wipes it off with a napkin and leans back on his arms, admiring the beautiful day outside. He takes in the clean summer air as he listens to his daughter babbling about to her mother, Y/N merely nods back as if she understands and talks in the most gentle voice to her. 

Harry sees Rosie picking up the large sunflower he picked out, her little fingers brushing against the yellow petals. He takes a look at Y/N and as he sees her smile, he thinks back about how lucky he is to have them two. There is not a day where Harry was never in awe of the love and passion Y/N gives to the family and he thinks of how he couldn’t possibly love his Rosie more every day. 

He breaks off the other sunflower from its stem and tucks it behind Y/N’s ear. She looks up and blushes at the gesture.  “You okay, H?” she asks. 

Harry nods and smiles at her. “I just really love you,” he says as he cups Y/N’s cheek, stroking it gently. 

Y/N feels the heat rising up to her cheeks. There is not a day where she’ll ever stop being in love with the man in front of her. She holds the hand that’s resting on her cheek and kisses it softly. “I really love you too,”

She leans forward and gives him a kiss or two. They both smile widely at each other, radiating the same amount of love, if not more, that they have for each other. Rosie squeals and claps her chubby hands together as she watches the sweet exchange between her parents. They both laugh at her cuteness. “And we love you too, my little love!” Y/N exclaims to her as she cups her cheeks and plants many kisses all over her face, making Rosie squeal in delight. Harry laughs and smiles at the sight. 

Life certainly feels good to him. Surrounded by the loves of his life, there’s no place or moment Harry would exchange this beautiful day with them. 

[scarlvtbitch]

Smiley

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: reader loves seeing bucky smile

Not just anyone made Bucky smile. It was really hard to get him to show his beautiful teeth, unless it was you, Steve and sometimes even Sam even if Bucky didn’t want admit it. He’d occasionally throw him a smile when they’d succeeded doing a job or a mission.

And with Steve, it was just a simple or small smile here and there. 

But with you, it was a whole different story. 

He always gave you a full on cheshire smile whenever he saw you when coming home after not seeing each other for a day or more. Or he’d give you a very sexy smirk whenever he’d say something to tease you. But your favorite of them all was when you were laying in bed together and basking each other’s afterglow after making love.

He’d be so calm and relaxed, no worry lines anywhere. It made him look ten years younger. Not that you thought him old or anything, old man jokes aside, you knew he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. And you enjoyed showing it to him. So yeah, that was your favorite smile. A tender curve of his lips as he told you how much he loved you.

When you first met Bucky, you noticed he stared a lot. He was very quiet, and broody. Sam instantly let you know so you weren’t surprised when meeting him. 

“If he makes you uncomf-”

“No.” You shook your head. “I’m sure that won’t be the case.”

It wasn’t. 

That day you had made the acquaintance of Bucky Barnes, he smiled. And then laughed, completely taking you by surprised. You heard Sam say multiple times how Bucky was very distant and quiet because of what happened to him. He mentioned he’d never even heard him laugh. He smiled when you sassed him and he laughed when he heard you sassed Sam. 

After months of getting closer, he smiled much more often, but only because you were around.

You were currently lying on your side, waiting for him to wake up. The nightmares had finally stopped, well almost. He still had some maybe once or twice a week but he’s definitely feeling much better. It was very rare that he slept in because usually he would be preparing you coffee by seven a.m. It was currently nine, and he was still in dreamland. He deserved to sleep. So for some reason you just wanted to appreciate his features in the light of the early sun. You tried to memorize each detail. From the shape of his nose to the freckles on his face. 

Grey blue eyes met your own.

“Doll.” He grumbled, voice still laced with sleep.

“Shh. Go back to sleep, baby.” You whispered. With his eyes still closed, he took the opportunity to pull you into his arms. His grasp remained strong, not wanting to let you go. You let out a squeal of surprise, but relaxed yourself into his arms.

“Hi.” He opened his eyes again.

“Hey there.” You softly said as you moved his short hair from his forehead, and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose. He had a lazy smile on, obviously still sleepy.

“I love seeing you smile.” You confessed, unable to contain your feelings. 

“Only for you, darling. Only for you.”

[goodlesson]

dreamland turns two today and i’m just thinking about how i will most likely never stumble across another body of work as poignant and meaningful as this album was for me back in 2020. i know music tends to find us when we need it most but it’s the way dreamland kept finding me that makes it so special. almost like magic, you know?? like, during this really scary, lonely time in history and in my life glass animals put out this groovy/nostalgic/emotionally moving record that just fit. it was exactly what i needed. 

it was there when i was a month into a new job with no clue what i was doing. it was there when i woke up to wildfire smoke so thick the sky itself looked like it was burning. it was there when my sister went missing and i was terrified i was going to lose her forever. it was there when i spent months hardly eating because everything made me sick. it was there through months- years- of pandemic-induced fear and anxiety. it had my back through it all. i knew that no matter what happened i could put in my headphones and those songs would make everything better, at least for a little while.

it’s strange now to watch the heat waves music video back and see dave performing to that empty room. it feels poetic almost. who would’ve thought that, two years down the line, that song would become the biggest in the world? that he’d be singing it to tens of thousands of people each night? that this album they released into the pandemic void, that feels so personal, like it was meant for me specifically, would grow into what it’s become? 

happy birthday, dreamland 💛✨✨✨✨