#anywho back to kissing my computer >:))

[cabinet-kisser]

objectum folks, you jealous ? /j

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒆? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? // WC: 1.4k

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. N is out on patrol when he catches you inside a class room finishing up some homework, once you’re done he walks you home and stays for awhile.

— content warnings. its just fluff, hand holding and a cheek kiss ;3

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, tried my best guys I know some things lore wise but ehh….i had to add random things for it to fit all together ANYWHO love this little guy he’s so adorbs (this is not proof read btw…)

 N trudged through the dimly lit hallways of the school facility, his joints creaking slightly after a long and tedious patrol cycle. All he wanted now was to shut down for recharge, but duty compelled him to remain vigilant. He peeked into each classroom as he passed, scanning for any signs of unusual activity or potential threats.

 

Just as he was about to move on, a faint sound caught his attention from the next room up ahead. Cautiously, N approached the doorway and peeped inside. There, across the room, was you—seated at your desk with a look of deep concentration etched across your screen. Your optical units were focused intently on your laptop, typing away to what seems like an essay.

 

N found himself transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from you. The way your brow seemed to furrow ever so slightly, the subtle shifts in your posture as you worked—it all captivated him. He couldn't help but just admire you.

 

Time seemed to slow as N stood there, covertly observing. All he knew was that he didn't want this moment to end—to tear himself away from the sight before him.

 

After a few more minutes, you sat back with a satisfied nod and began powering down your computer. N's core fluttered nervously—now was his chance. "Hey bud, you headed home soon?"

 

His voice startled you, and your gaze met his with a smile. "Just wrapping things up here." You closed your laptop and set it inside your backpack while N fidgeted.

 

Why was it so hard to find the right words around you? Taking a steadying vent of air, N plowed ahead. "I was thinking, uh, since we both go the same way and all...wanna walk together?" His speech stumbled as flustered static crept in. "For! Uhm, for safety purposes of course."

 

"You trying to ditch patrol again, N?" His display flashed a brighter yellow in embarrassment. Of course you'd seen right through his feeble excuse. But to N's relief, your tone was teasing rather than accusing.

 

"No, no, honest!" he rushed to clarify. "I just...want to make sure you get home safe, you know? You never know what's lurking around." N chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face heat further. "But no pressure! I'll leave you be."

 

He started to scurry off, but you called after him. "Wait up, doofus; I was just messing with you. Sure, you can tag along."

 

 

N almost tripped over in excitement as he turned back to you. "You serious? I mean, of course you're serious; why wouldn't you be? Just didn't expect-" He cut himself off, seeing your amused expression. "Right, shutting up now. You, uh, are you ready to head out?"

 

You gave a final check that your desk was clear before nodding. "All set."

 

As you walked out of the school, N rambled on about his day. "Man, patrol was so boring today. At least now I get to hang with you for a bit." He swung his arms energetically as he walked alongside you.

 

 

As the two of you exited the school building, a cool breeze blew past. N shivered slightly despite having no organic components. "Brr, sure is chilly tonight. Glad I don't have to stand outside on patrol much longer."

 

You chuckled at his reaction. "Aww, does the big bad robot 'ave a wittle cold circuit?" N shot you a sideways glance, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh hush..”

 

 

Laughing, you slung an arm around N's shoulders in a mock hug. "Aw, it's okay, I'll keep you warm!" Much to your amusement, this only caused N to blush further while stammering incoherently. Smirking, you released your hold and continued on ahead.

 

As your optics adjusted to the darkness, you noticed N nervously scanning the shadows with his bright glow. "Relax bolt-brain; nothing is sneaking up on us tonight. You're the scariest thing around these parts," you teased, nudging him playfully.

 

N rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, better safe than sorry, right? Patrol's got me on high alert, I guess."

 

N shuffled closer to your side as you both made your way down the living quarters, wrapping his tail carefully around your leg. Though he claimed it was for protection, you suspected he simply enjoyed being close. Not before long, the row of housing units emerged into view.

 

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the doorway of your home. N peered at it curiously. "Wanna come in? My folks are working overtime at the door again, so we've got the place to ourselves."

 

N hesitated, fidgeting anxiously. "I, uh, don't want to intrude or anything.”

 

"Don't worry so much," you said reassuringly. "Like I said, my parents are working late, so it's just us. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want the company."

 

N still seemed unsure, nervously twisting his hands together. His eyes flickered from you to the doorway and back again. You could tell he wanted to accept the invitation, but something was holding him back.

 

Sighing softly, you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Look, I get if it seems weird since we're different models. But to me, you're just N—my friend. You've always got my back, and I want to return the favor. So what do you say? Wanna come in and hang longer?

 

After a moment, he smiled shyly. "You really see me as a friend? Even though I'm probably the lamest murder drone ever built."

 

You grinned and punched his arm playfully. "Duh, why else would I hang out with you? Now come on!!”

 

You led N down the hallway to your room. "Not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."

 

Kicking off some stray debris, you plopped down on your bed and gave it an encouraging pat. "Park it, toaster." N did so nervously, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

 

With a flick of your wrist, you played some upbeat nightcore music; it played at a comfortable volume.

 

N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, listening to the upbeat music pulsing through the room. "Cozy set up you've got here," he said, his gaze flitting around nervously.

 

"Yeahhh”  you replied with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. "So, being a murder drone. Bet that's...umm...murder-y?"

 

N couldn't help but chuckle at your lame joke. "Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's uh, it's definitely something." He leaned back, debating how much to say.

 

"Mostly it's just... fixing up the ship, or stopping V from taking out another one of you guys, that sort of thing." His attempt at casual humor fell flat, but you nodded encouragingly.

 

"It can be tense though," N continued more seriously. "When intruders show up, lives get put at risk. The pressure to terminate threats efficiently, without fail...it's a lot." He took on a faraway, troubled look.

 

Fizzling out, N sighed softly. "Truth is... I'm not just some cold killer bot, you know? I care about protecting this place and keeping everyone safe. Including..." His gaze met yours shyly. "Including you."

 

 

Gently, you reached out to take his hand in yours. N jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. "I know you care, you dork. You wouldn't keep risking your wiring to walk me home otherwise."

 

"Well, uh, it's just standard procedure! Gotta look out for...others and all that ha—ha…”

 

You chuckled. "Sure thing. We both know you just looovee my charming personality." Squeezing his hand reassuringly, you leaned in until your faces nearly touched.

 

"Listen N. Killing isn't all you are; it's what you have to.. Uh do.. And I like who you are—awkward jokes and all."

 

You gently lifted a hand to cup his cheek. N hitched at the contact, but he didn't pull away, instead leaning into your palm with a soft sigh. Gathering courage, you pressed a kiss to the cold metal.

 

When you drew back, N's smile could have powered the whole facility.

 

N's cheek plates flushed a deeper yellow as he leaned into your palm, still processing what just happened.

 

"I, uh...wow." Was all he could manage at first, a flustered chuckle escaping him. You smiled fondly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

 

"Are...are you sure about this?" He looked at you. "I mean, me? Really?"

 

"N, relax." You said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

"R-right, sorry. I just... care about you. A lot." His gaze became unusually intense.

 

Your core swelled at his words. Leaning close once more, you pressed your forehead to his with a murmur. “Stay for tonight?”

 

Eyes closed, he nuzzled gently into the embrace. "Y-yeah. I can um.." he swallowed before he continued, “do that..yeah”

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[alexlwrites]

As REQUESTED! Here's part 3 of "Yoongi who never had a crush... Until you" from my notes app!

This is a little longer than the others due to my commute to work taking a little longer today, so yall can thank the Sao Paulo train system for that!

As I mentioned previously, I am now open to commissions through my ko-fi! So you can buy me a coffee and request a short scenario, whether it be based on this fic, one of my others, or something entirely new! The link to my ko-fi is in my bio!

Anywho! Enjoy!

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Yoongi had an on going theory - now proven over many many times - that any and all problems he encountered could somehow be traced back to Jimin.

Beer missing from the fridge? Jiminie. His files mysteriously disappearing from his computer, replaced by a bootleg version of The Sims 3? Jimin. The Plague? Park Jimin, that fucking rat.

And once more, in a house party he had no interested being at, poor Yoongi found himself victim of the consequences of his ill-fated association with that god-forsaken gremlin, now smiling smugly from across the circle where his friends and a few acquaintances sat.

"Everyone knows the rules, right?" Jimin said, innocently like he wasn't the cause of Yoongi's on going demise "You spin the bottle and whoever it points to, you have to kiss!"

Yoongi snorted from his place in a chair outside the circle. At 30 years old, he was clearly above such childish games and would never submit himself to such humiliating and depraved behavior...

"I'm here! I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" he heard and he swore time stopped as you, of all people, sat within the circle next to a Jungkook, smoothing down your tennis skirt as you smiled "What are we playing?"

"Spin the bottle!" Jimin smiled grew, a mischievous gleam appearing as he peared at his frozen friend.

Your eyes looked around the circle, falling on Yoongi's a couple feet behind and he swore even the singular hair in his left toe stood up in alert "Yoongi's not playing?" You asked.

Jimin shrugged in despondency "Well, no-"

"Of course I am!" Yoongi threw himself onto the ground, sending a poor unsuspecting Taehyung flying out of the way with a whelp "I love this game!"

Yoongi did not in fact love this game. He loathed it.

They had played several rounds and his bottle was nowhere close to pointing at you. Instead, he kissed Namjoon twice and slapped Taehyung once for putting his slimy tongue out as their faces got closer.

Was he cursed, he wondered, the face of dispirited desperation, watching as Hoseok and Jin made out in a way that could only be described as disproportionately violent. What could he have done in his past lives that would lead to this punishment, the sheer torture of sitting across from you and not getting to kiss you? Had he not earned your affections? Did he not claim your love through the cosmical power of dibs?

Whatever. WhaTEVER! So it would be, he would die alone. A monk amongst 6 manwhores, a fortitude of loneliness, cursed to roam the earth in his loveless state...

Oh, it was his turn. He spinned the bottle thoughtlessly, mind still wondering about the implications of his slowly returning virginity due to solitude.

Oh.

Oh.

You looked up at him as the bottle pointed straight at your form all the way across the circle and Yoongi swore someone had to call 911 at the way his heart stopped. His condition - simptitis - was worsening by the second.

Someone wheel him into the emergency room - you were crawling across the circle, prowling really, your blouse dipping in a way that left nothing to the imagination, and trust him, he had imagined!

You stopped, kneeling in front of him "Hi, Mr. Min."

Here are some symptoms to look for if you believe you could suffer from simptitis:

-accelerated heart beat

-exaggerated hand sweating

-inability to form coherent thoughts, not to be confused with just being stupid, which Yoongi was starting to think it was his case

-ill timed boners

And, the most common one:

-praise kink

Yoongi seemed to be displaying all of the above at the same time and when you softly asked "Are you okay with this?" All he could do was brace himself and nod.

If Hoseok and Jin's kiss was violent, this one was peaceful, slow, soft and way too passionate for a spin the bottle session. You tasted like sicilian lemon and gin and Yoongi was only but an alcoholic man at your feet, cradling your face to keep you close, refusing to let go of the addictive feeling of your lips on his.

Someone coughed awkwardly and you stepped back, face flushed and chest heaving. You looked deliciously disheveled and Yoongi thought of other circumstances where he could make you look like that again.

Okay, so maybe Jimin wasn't that bad.  Maybe he wasn't the physical manifestation of Yoongi's karma. Maybe that phat assed hobbit was up to something with his seventh grade games...

Oh, it was your turn. Maybe Yoongi would get to kiss you again!

Nope. It landed on Jimin, who wasted absolutely no time in bringing your face down to his.

The betrayal? The bro-trayal?

Back stabbing little tinker bell bitch.

Bugger.

Bugger it all to hell.

[hells-wasabii]

Hi! Could you (if it's not a problem ofc) write something about Sera? My girl is underrated. T^T. Since it's getting close to Valentines, maybe some romantic headcanons? (Fluff/NSFW)?

Have a great day <3

A/N: I am so positively upset, once again my computer shut down, my work was lost, and i was scared i had lost the ask. Luckily, for this prompt I didn't get very far, and better still, the ask was surprisingly save. Sera asks are some of the ones I'm looking forward to the most with the angel asks, she has a LOT of potential as a character! But anywho, before i ramble on too much, enjoy!

Character: Sera

Type: Headcanons (Sera x reader, Fluff, NSFW)

Sera confides in you with everything. Including the extermination. You had known for several years by the time that Charlie made her way up to heaven to pitch the hotel. You had been there for her after, as well. You were a constant source of comfort for her, and she is constantly reminding you of this, promising that she will continue to do the same for you as well.

Though she may be prim and proper, a true head of the Seraphim, her devotion to you runs as deep as her devotion to heaven. But know this, she too is terrified of the repercussions of defying heaven and its rules. Rules that even still, she would be more than willing to bend, perhaps even break for you.

That being said, she would still do whatever it takes to keep the both of you up in heaven. Just as she doesn't wish to see Emily fall from grace, she would be devastated should it happen to you.

When you kiss her, fully expect her wings to flutter. She is delighted by any contact with her beloved. I do think she would take any teasing for it in stride. She would apologize, quite bashfully, to be honest, saying that they seem to have a mind of their own sometimes. As your relationship progresses, however, she would even turn it back on you, using the opportunity to flirt.

It doesn't matter if there is a special occasion, but Sera will use any excuse to dote on you. Even if it's just a 'you were on my mind' sort of deal. She wants you to feel appreciated because she certainly does appreciate you.

NSFW under the cut

Sex among angels isn't necessarily taboo, but it is seen an act of love, an act of commitment. An act of devotion to one's partner. Angels, or rather heaven-born angels, such as seraphim, often times mate for life. Sure, they may have the occasional fling, but more often than not, heaven-borns will

That being said, intimacy with Sera is exactly that. Intimate, she wants to keep you close to her, wants you to feel the love she holds for you just as badly as she wants to feel your love for her.

It's not exactly a secret, but angel wings are delicate, fragile, and sensitive. This can most definitely be used to your advantage, or it could be your undoing, as you're not exempt. Its also considered an extremely intimate act amongst angles, so it requires a LOT of trust. Sometimes, Sera will even specifically ask you to help preen her wings, an activity that will more than likely lead to the two of you entangled

[svtminghaolove]

First time meeting you - Hyung line (ATEEZ)

Hellooooo ~ I’ve realized that I love writing the moments in the beginning/before the relationship starts. Idk why but i just do. Anywho, hope you enjoy and don’t worry “Almost breaking up” SVT vocal line will come this weekend (;

Triggers: Nope.

Seonghwa: It was a pretty normal day, he was going out to get some food together with Wooyoung and San. They were walking the streets talking about what they should get, covered with both hats and masks to avoid too many prying eyes, even if the streets were pretty empty.

After a few minutes of walking San and Wooyoung were standing in the middle of the street arguing about which place they should get pickup from, while Seonghwa was on his phone searching for the closets place to come to an end of this discussion. Then he suddenly got this feeling that he should look at his surroundings, and that is when he saw you.

You were sitting at a café, books stapled next to you computer and an americano next to you. You were alone, but the way you suddenly laughed and said something made him believe that you were on the phone with someone. Who were you talking to? Your mom? A friend? A boyfriend? It had been about two years, but he knew it was you even though your hair had gotten longer and your style had changed.

"…Hyung!", Wooyoung snapped Seonghwa out of his trance and made him turn his gaze to them for a few seconds. "What are you looking at?", all traces of the discussion he had with San a few moments ago disappeared, and only curiosity coated his voice.

"It's her", he smiled even though he knew they couldn't see it.

"Who?", San asked and tried to follow Seonghwa's gaze.

"Her", he looked back at the guys. "The girl from when we went to Busan two years ago."

"That girl? The one who you hung out with after you got lost?", Wooyoung took a step forward and got a teasing smile on his face. "The one whose name you never got?"

"The one who got away?", San complemented to the teasing. The comments made him come back a bit to reality and he felt how the heat began to raise to his face. He turned around to shove Wooyoung’s face away as he leaned closer making kissing sounds.

"She's packing up her stuff", he turned back around at San's words. "Probably going home."

"This is your last chance", the teasing sound in Wooyoung's voice gone. "Come on, just go talk to her", and he gave Seonghwa a soft shove, making him move in the direction of the café. To be honest, he was barely aware that he was moving and when he reached out to pull open the door to the café, it slammed open at the same time.

“Yeah, I'm on my way right now so-!", and then he had a whole americano drenching his shirt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't look were I was going! How can I help out, oh wait I have some napkins..!", you started to search through your purse, phone still pressed against your ear.

"It's okay", and as he spoke you froze. You slowly looked up and it only took a few seconds to place the man in front of you into the pockets of your memory.

"Mom, I'll call you back", Seonghwa breathed out, it was your mom who you were talking with. "… it's you."

Normally he would be a bit stressed out at a statement like this, stressed that the person might scream and let everyone know that 'Seonghwa from ATEEZ is here!'. But he felt like you weren't looking at him like "Seonghwa from Ateez", no you were looking at him the same way you had two years ago: Surprise and joy… and maybe some excitement.

"Yeah", he smiled and took the napkins from your hand, his cold fingers brushing against yours as he did. "I'm Park Seonghwa, nice to meet you again", he stepped away from the door and you followed him without even thinking twice about it.

"I know, you face is pretty well known", you gave him a soft smile, a smile that made him feel like it was only meant for him. "I'm y/full/n, but just call med y/n.", you let out a laugh and shook your head. "I only realized a while after that I never got your name… or gave you mine.", he laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, made it hard to get ahold of you", he shifted a bit and turned his gaze to his shirt, for the first time since you spoke not looking at you.

"Oh! Yeah, here…", you started to search your bag again and pulled out a pen and some crumpled paper, your tongue peaking out at the corner of mouth as you tried to focus on not poking a hole through the paper as you started writing.

"Here!", you smiled and gave him the note. "It's my number. I'm kind of in a rush, I have to pick up my friend from the airport, but text me and I'll buy you coffee some time", you looked down at his shirt and gave him an apologetic smile. "And maybe a new shirt.", he laughed and nodded.

"I'd like that."

"Awesome!", you pointed at him as you started to walk away. "Don't forget to text me!", you yelled as you started to half jog away.

Seonghwa was all smiles when he walked back to San and Wooyoung (who finally decided on where to eat).

"So, you got her number?", San asked, looking at the paper clutched in Seonghwa's hand.

"You got her name?", Wooyoung asked, continuing on the teasing tone form earlier.

"… yeah", Seonghwa completely ignoring the teasing and looked in the direction you'd walked. "Her name is y/n."

Hongjoong: It was during the recording of KINGDOM, and both of you were kind of blindsided. You were a dancer, and were actually not going to be on the show to begin with but when a colleague of yours had gotten sick, you where the one who had to step in.

You had known that ateez was going to be one of the groups competing but had not imagined that out of all the groups, you would be dancing with them. But as you got the song and the choreography you pretty quickly realized that, yes you were indeed going to be on stage with your ex-boyfriend. The two of hadn't had a bad breakup, it had just not worked out with him being a trainee and all that, but it just felt weird to see him for real again.

When you walked into the practice room you hoped that you would at least not be seen, even if you would see him. You hoped to just blend into the crowd of dancers around you, with almost everyone that was wearing the same black long-armed t-shirt and joggers. But, oh boy where you wrong.

It was like Hongjoong had some kind of censor that detected when you walked within ten meters radius. He felt how the hair on the back of his neck rose and a shiver crawled down his spine. He saw you the second you walked inside, trying to cover your face with a cap, but failing miserly, and walked across the room to some people you knew.

"Hyung… Hongjoon hyung!", he moved his gaze from you and looked at Yunho who had moved to stand next to him.

"Yes? Sorry, what did you say?", his gaze moved back to you, with out really having any control over it.

It had been what… three years? No, four. He didn't even know you had become a dancer. He knew you talked about it but your parents were against it, so he didn't know if you had decided to go to collage or chase your dream. Or well… now he knew.

"… -hyung!", he snapped back to Yunho who know had found the person guilty for Hongjoong's distraction "Who is she?", Hongjoong took a deep breath.

"… y/n", Yunho's eyes went wide.

"… y/n?", Hongjoong nodded and Yunho lowered his voice. "Pre debut, ex-girlfriend y/n?", he nodded again.

"Yes…", his gaze left Yunho once again and found you stretching with the other dancers.

He couldn't decide if you had changed. In some ways, the way you smiled and the way you took his breath away were exactly like he remembered but other things like the color of your hair and the way you held yourself were completely different. He had such a clear picture of you in the school uniform that it almost felt weird seeing you in normal clothes after all this time.

"Hongjoong!", the members had gathered around an were all looking at him. "Come on, lets' start the practice", San said and nodded for him to join them.

He let the members leave before him while he standing outside the practice room, using the excuse of thanking everyone for a good job to be able see you. He smiled a bit when he looked inside to see you still packing up your stuff. You had this habit, even when you were young, to always be the last one to leave. You said it left a good impressions of the employer or teacher to be the last one to leave, it showed dedication.

"y/n.", you froze when you heard your name being called out by that familiar voice that had called your name hundreds, no thousands of times before. You hadn't realized that he'd seen you, but forced yourself to relax and turn around.

"Hongjoong", you gave him a smile. A smile that had always been reserved for him, a smile that you never could hold back when talking to him. "It's been a long time", he walked closer to you, but still keeping a safe distance.

"Yeah, I didn't know you had started dancing professionally", you nodded and picked up your bag from the floor.

"I kind of found a loophole in my parents demands in terms of collage", your smile turned mischievous. "I studied dancing.", he laughed at your statement and after a few moments you joined in.

"I'm happy that you followed your dream, you always looked the happiest when you were dancing.", he smiled and for a few seconds you could see the younger Hongjoong, the one who used to tie your shoelaces so you didn't have to kneel in a skirt.

"… Thank you.", you smile and fiddled with the strap of your bag. "I've followed you guys, I love your music. Well, I always did but I'm proud that others feel the same, and that its going so well for you", Hongjoong's heart ached at your words, he wanted to reach out and take your hand or hug you, like he used to do a long time ago.

"Thank you", the two of you stood for a while, looking at each other and… just getting used with the idea of being with each other again.

After a few moments your phone beeped.

"Well… I have to go, my ride is here", you smiled and walked past him.

"You could… text me sometime if you want", he turned around to face you, and you stopped. "We could get a coffee or something. My number is the same, if you still remember it?", it sounded as if he were questioning you or something, but that wasn't his intention… at least he didn't think he meant it that way. But you just turned around and gave him a smile

"I remember", and it felt like he could finally breath. He didn't know why that had such an effect on him but it just made him relived that you still had his number.

"Good… or well not good but… you know what I mean", Hongjoong sighed and you just laughed.

"I'll text you", you waved with your phone in hand. "See you at practice tomorrow", he smiled as you turned around.

"See you!", he yelled and stayed for a few moments after you left, just embracing the feeling that was growing in his chest.

Yunho: You still remember pretty clearly when that tall boy moved in next door to you. You were five at that time and were standing outside watching as the movers where carrying stuff into the house next to you. Your mom and dad were inside, but you had creeped outside to watch who was moving in next door, trying to peek through the fence that was separating the two lawns.

"Hello", you almost jumped at the sudden word and turned your gaze to the side. There was a small boy, about your age you would guess, standing on the sidewalk next to you.

"Hello, are you the one moving in next door?", the boy nodded.

"Yes. I'm Jeong Yun ho, I'm five years old", you clapped your hands and nodded.

"Hello! I'm y/full/n and I'm also five years old and I live over here!", you pointed to your own house. "Do you want to be friends?", The boy seemed to consider it for a few moments before nodding.

"Yes!"

And since that day it was almost like you and Yunho was pushed together by all forces of the universe (mostly your parents to be honest). The two of you went to the same school, in the same class, your parent got along great so it wasn't unusual for the two of you to have joined dinners.

The first time in your life that you basically didn't see Yunho every single day of the week was when he became a trainee and you went abroad to go to collage. But since the two of you were so used to seeing each other you were in contact pretty often and even if you didn't actually see each other for a very long time, you still kept on being in each others daily life.

(a/n: Sorry for the short part but it's hard to write a longer "first meeting" that doesn't involve them playing tag or something. Promises that other parts will be longer <3)

Yeosang: He was out skating to clear his head, it had been a rough week and he feared if he didn't sooth his anger he would take it out on the members.

So he had gone to a park where it was pretty usual for skaters to be, so it was rare that anyone would get angry at people skating by. What was unusual was that there was a bright orange piano in the middle of the grass area. At first he didn't think much of it, he knew there were campaigns to get people to sign up for piano lessons and if his mind didn't deceive him one of the public stunts they used was to randomly drop pianos around town.

But then he saw you. You were sitting at the piano, hair removed from your face and fingers moving over the keys. He removed his headphones and the soft melody filled the air. It seemed as if no one was paying attention to you except from him, and he was spellbound. He stood maybe 15-20 meters away and just stared, he didn't know why you made him feel like his heart was going to jump out of his chest but you did.

He slowly walked closer, taking in every detail that became clearer as he walked closer. The way your eyebrows moved with the emotions of the melody, the color of your nail polish, the way you some how managed to not realize that he was now standing next to you. But he didn't say anything, he just watched you and the way you just seemed to blend in with your music.

When the music ended he started to clap, which made you jump a bit.

"Oh!", you turned around and looked at him, not prepared to actually see anyone that was watching. "Oh, thank you!", you smiled brightly and when you met his gaze you thought your brain had stopped for a few moments. You didn't see much of his face, basically only his eyes since ha had a mask and a hat on, but it was enough to make you lose your trail of thought.

"Did you compose the song?", you stared at him for a few seconds. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Kang Yeosang.", he reached out a hand and you slowly took it.

"I'm y/n. And yes, I did.", you felt how heat rose to you cheeks and carefully let go of his hand.

"Do you play professionally?", you nodded.

"Sometimes I do, but it's more of a hobby. I'm a teacher.", you smiled at him and he nodded. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, and you started to realize that he was somewhat familiar.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before? You seem a bit familiar.", now that you think about it even his name sound familiar. He reached up to tug his hat down a bid further and shook his head.

"I hear that often, but no we haven't met before", he smiled and you nodded slowly and out of sheer luck you glanced down on your phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I have to run, I have a lesson to teach in twenty minutes!", you stood up and collected your bag from the ground.

"Oh, okay. You better hurry.", he sounded a bit confused and was kind of unsure what to do next. He just knew, somewhere deep inside of him, that he would regret letting you go.

"Wait..!", you stopped before you even started to run and turned back at him. "Can I have your number?", and for some reason you didn't even hesitate.

"Yes, it's-", normally you would never, because who would like a stranger to just be able to call you in the middle of the night, but you had a feeling that you wouldn't really mind if he did.

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

I Was Enchanted To Meet You: Part Four

A/N: Look! I'm posting today's chapter at a normal time! Anywho! What's that? ✨Feelings✨? Sure hope these two don't start acting a fool or anything 😉 Hope everyone enjoys! :) @elucienweekofficial

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Lucien

Lucien still hasn’t decided how he feels about seeing the infamous Prince Cassian on the news. He knows that he should be happy, that he should be excited for Elain to get her supposed true love back, and yet he… doesn’t. Instead, he feels almost disappointed. In fact, he had half started to convince himself that Cassian didn’t actually exist, that he wasn't actually coming to whisk Elain away again, but there he was, stabbing a bus with an actual sword on the news.

Lucien sighs softly and rolls over onto his back, blinking up at the ceiling. The morning light has already started flooding through the windows and into his room, and if he listens closely, he can hear Elain and Willow speaking quietly from the kitchen. He knows that he needs to get up. He knows that he should get up. And yet here he lays, desperately trying to put off the inevitable.

He shouldn't be feeling this way. Thankfully, with Elain’s help and two tickets to an upcoming ball, he was able to repair the damage of the previous day with Nesta. He should be focused on her. He should be thinking about what they’ve built over the past five years, about the ring that sits ready and waiting in the back of his sock drawer. He should be happy that, if all goes well, after today, Elain will finally walk out of his and Willow’s life, and they can finally go back to that comforting routine.

But something about Elain just keeps drawing Lucien in, like a golden thread tied right in the middle of his chest and tugging. There's just something in those bright brown eyes. Something in that too sweet smile. Something in that lilting laugh. It’s dangerous territory, has Lucien standing precariously on the edge of the cliff and questioning if he should jump.

Another sigh and Lucien drags himself up and out of bed. He pulls his hair up and away from his face and pads into the kitchen, finding Elain and Willow sitting at the table with what remains of a large stack of pancakes plated in front of them.

“Morning, Daddy,” Willow greets brightly, syrup dripping down her chin.

“Good morning,” Lucien offers back, bending down to press a kiss into her hair.

“Are we still able to go down to the news station today?” Elain asks, sipping at her cup of tea. “To see if they have Cassian’s information?”

Lucien forces a smile and pointedly shoves down the feelings twisting in his chest. “Of course. We can head over there after we drop Willow at school.”

“Perfect,” Elain tells him brightly, gathering up the plates and walking over to the sink.

“Perfect,” Lucien mutters.

~ * * * ~

The office that houses the news station is relatively quiet when they step through the glass doors and into the lobby. A woman sits at the front desk, typing away at a computer even when Lucien and Elain step over to her. It’s only when Lucien clears his throat awkwardly, that she finally looks up at them.

“Can I help you?” the woman asks, raising a single, manicured eyebrow.

“Yes, hi. We were actually wondering if you might have some information on a news story that you ran last night,” Lucien explains, offering his best winning smile.

“It was my Prince Cassian,” Elain adds, earning a confused look from the woman behind the desk.

“He was the one on the bus, with the sword.”

“You mean the psycho with the weird velvet outfit like he jumped out of a renaissance fair?” the woman asks dryly.

“Psycho…”

“That’s the one,” Lucien confirms, cutting Elain off.

“What about that news story?”

“Well, we were wondering if you had any information about the man, Cassian,” Lucien continues. “Maybe a number or an address was taken down by someone?”

“Sorry, but all we had was that video we aired from an onlooker and an interview with the busdriver. The man you’re looking for ran off when the police arrived, way before we got there.”

“Oh, no,” Elain sighs dejectedly, the sound pulling right at Lucien’s heartstrings.

“Thanks for your help,” Lucien tells the woman before gently guiding Elain out of the news station and out of the building.

When they step back out onto the streets, Elain has her arms wrapped around herself, her brows pinched together and lips tipped down in a frown. She looks over her shoulder back at the new station, her expression almost forlorn, before her gaze sweeps across the buildings and people bustling around them. She looks so lost, and Lucien hates it, his fingers itching to reach out to her.

“I’m sorry,” Lucien offers; although, he’s not sure his words provide much comfort.

Elain takes a deep breath, and when she turns her head back toward Lucien, she’s smiling again. “It’s alright. Cassian is looking for me, and I know that he’s going to find me.”

The words sit heavy on Lucien’s tongue, begging to be released. Words of disagreement. Reminders that the city is a big place and statistics aren’t on her side. Arguments that if this Cassian had any sanity, he would just move on. But Lucien swallows them all down despite the sour taste it leaves in the back of his throat.

“I’m sure he is,” Lucien assures her, praying Elain can’t hear the falseness in his tone. “You know, there’s a bakery just a few blocks from here. Maybe it will help lessen the sting of the news station not having any information.”

“That sounds lovely.”

The sweet scent of chocolate and the buttery smell of other baked goods floods the air as soon as Lucien opens the door for Elain to step inside. The bakery is relatively quiet, so after ordering some pastries and tea, they settle into one of the small tables set near the window. The sun’s rays pour in like a personal spotlight, showering Elain in golden light as she carefully stirs her tea. It bounces off the soft strands of her hair where they fall in wavy curls along her shoulders, off the warm brown of her eyes, and when she smiles softly at Lucien, he has to duck his head to focus on his own drink.

“Thank you for taking me to the news station today,” Elain tells him, gently clinking her spoon against the rim of her teacup before setting it down.

“Of course,” Lucien assures her. “I’m happy to help you get back to…”

“Andalasia,” Elain finishes for him. “You’d love it there. It’s so magical. The Enchanted Forest stretches on and on, and there’s a beautiful, crystal blue river that cuts through it.”

“It must be quiet. Compared to this city.”

“You’d be surprised. Especially, when the bluebirds get into another of their arguments.”

Lucien has to bite back a smile at that, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“I do hope you and Willow can come visit. You’re both, of course, invited to the wedding, and I’m sure she’d love it there.”

“Yeah,” Lucien agrees quietly, thinking of his daughter and her love of all things fairy tales. “I bet she would.”

“Does she miss her terribly?”

“Who?”

“Her mother.”

The change in topic takes Lucien by surprise, and for a moment, all he can do is blink dumbly at Elain. Despite the years that have passed, despite all the work he’s done to move on, to keep himself and Willow protected from that past, it’s a patchwork at best over that wound. One tug could send the whole thing unraveling. It’s why he keeps those cards so close to his chest, why he almost never talks about her, about Jesminda, about what happened.

But the earnestness, the sincerity, in Elain’s eyes, in her expression, has Lucien wanting to tell her. Wanting to crack himself open until every scar is on full display. Because, even though he’s only known her for a few days, he knows he can trust Elain, knows that she would never judge, never ridicule. Knows that she’d only show him more of her kindness, more of her compassion.

Even now, Elain watches him with patience, nothing but openness in her gaze. He has to swallow around the lump trying to press in around his throat, but Lucien is able to find his voice again.

“She… she left us,” Lucien explains quietly. “It was when Willow was still just a baby, so thankfully she doesn’t remember her really.”

“I’m so sorry, for you and for Willow. You were in love, weren’t you?”

Lucien smiles sadly. “We were. It’s how I know all that true love you talk about isn’t real. Happily ever after doesn’t exist in the real world.”

“You’re wrong,” Elain argues, reaching her hand across the table to give Lucien’s a squeeze. Lucien’s eyes snap down to the contact, warmth radiating up his arm and spreading through his chest. “And one day, something wonderful will happen, and you’ll see.”

~ * * * ~

Elain

“I want Elain to help me get ready for bed.”

“I would be honored,” Elain tells Willow, before looking to Lucien to make sure that’s okay.

Lucien gives an easy shrug of his shoulders where he’s scrubbing down the dishes from their dinner at the sink, so Willow grabs Elain’s hand in hers, pulling her out of the kitchen. Willow leads the way down the hallway and into her bedroom, and Elain takes a moment to admire the pink floral wallpaper plastered to the walls, the gauzy fabric hung like a canopy over the bed, and the pile of stuffed animals stacked neatly atop the blankets.

“These are my pj’s,” Willow explains, pulling free a pair of bright yellow pants and shirt from her drawer.

“Perfect.” Elain glances around the room again, spotting the small basket piled with various hair products, hair ties, clips, and a hairbrush. “How about I help tie your hair back for sleep?”

Willow’s face completely lights up at the suggestion, her smile wide and toothy, until Elain can’t help but smile back. She instructs Willow to sit on the bed, and Elain settles on the mattress just behind her with the basket. She grabs the hairbrush first, carefully pulling the bristles through Willow’s bright red hair, a near perfect match for the little girl’s father’s hair.

“Let me know if I tug too hard.”

“It’s okay,” Willow assures her, practically slumping back into Elain.

Elain continues to brush through Willow’s hair until all the knots are detangled. She splits the hair in two next, tying off one half while she focuses on dutch braiding the other. She hums quietly while she works, her fingers working in practiced movements until two braids curl around Willow’s ears and down her back.

“There,” Elain declares, leaning forward and giving Willow’s shoulders a squeeze until the little girl falls into a fit of giggles.

Elain gets up from the bed and gathers back up all the hair supplies to put away. While she does that, Willow changes into her pajamas. Elain helps her to clamber up into the bed, pulling back the blankets and tucking her back in. Willow gets comfortable, gathering up all her stuffed animals into her arms as she snuggles in.

“Would you and your friends like a bedtime story?” Elain asks, running a soothing hand through Willow’s hair.

“Yes, please. I have all my storybooks on that shelf over there.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I know plenty of stories.”

Willow scoots over in offering, so Elain slides into the bed beside the little girl. She curls her arm around Willow’s shoulders, and Willow cuddles in close, resting her head on Elain’s collarbone and peering up at her with wide, excited eyes.

“Now, I have this chipmunk friend named Pip…”

By the time Elain finishes her story, Willow is fast asleep, little puffs of breath tumbling past her lips as she lay curled up against Elain. Elain smiles softly at the sight, her heart practically ballooning in her chest. Carefully, Elain raises herself from the bed, gently guiding Willow down so she’s laying against the pillows. She tucks one of the stuffed animals back into Willow’s arms, and slowly backs away from the bed, keeping her steps light and quiet so as to not wake the little girl.

When she’s sure she’s finally in the clear, Elain turns back around only to come face to face with Lucien. He’s leaning casually against the door jamb, arms folded neatly across his chest, and those russet eyes already pinned on Elain. His smile is fond, but when Elain jumps slightly at seeing him there, that smile morphs into a smirk. Just that small expression sends Elain’s heart skittering and squeezing, and she raises her chin stubbornly, strolling right past Lucien and out of the room.

“That was a nice story that you told her,” Lucien says, closing the door to Willow’s bedroom.

“Yes, Pip does have some fun adventures,” Elain agrees, stepping into the living room and the bed that’s become hers on the sofa.

“You know, I was thinking…” Lucien begins, following behind Elain. “I could help you if you want. Find a job. Find a place to stay. Get you back on your feet.”

“That’s very kind of you, Lucien, but it’s not necessary. Cassian is going to come for me, and then we’re going to go back to Andalasia.”

“I know what it’s like to be disappointed. I told you about Jesminda earlier. You don’t have to keep putting on this front.”

“I’m not putting on a front,” Elain argues, crossing her arms across her chest and stepping closer to Lucien. “Cassian is coming for me.”

“And what if he doesn’t?”

He says the words with such kindness, such genuine concern, but all it does is have heat flaring through Elain’s veins like molten lava. It sends her heartbeat thundering in her chest, fingers curling into her palm until her fists are clenched. It’s certainly a new feeling swirling away in Elain’s gut, but she grasps onto it with two hands.

“He is coming.”

“I don’t think he is, Elain. No.”

“No?” Elain snaps, her voice raising in volume. “Is that the only word that you know? No?”

“No, I just—”

“There it is again,” Elain cuts him off, shoving at Lucien’s chest until he stumbles back a step. “All this negativity. All this no, he’s not coming. All this no, over and over again.”

“Elain—”

“Gods, it just makes me so… so… sometimes, you just make me so…”

“I make you so what?”

“Angry!”

The word hangs in the air, in the space and the time between them. It feels strange putting a word to the feeling crashing through Elain. Stranger still for it to be an emotion she’s so unfamiliar with. And yet, at the same time, it’s exhilarating.

Before Elain knows it, she’s laughing. She can’t help it. She tries to press her hand to her mouth, to stifle the sound, but there’s no stopping it. No stopping her excitement at feeling angry. Soon, Lucien is laughing with her, that deep melodic sound of his. Elain clutches at Lucien’s tee and laughs and laughs until her sides start to feel sore, until tears of joy begin to prickle at the corners of her eyes.

It’s only when Elain finally stops laughing that she realizes just how close she and Lucien are standing. Practically toe to toe, and close enough that every breath has their chests brushing together. Close enough that Elain has to tilt her head back to keep his gaze.

Of course, his eyes are already on her, an emotion that Elain can’t quite put her finger on swirling and burning amongst that russet color. It has a shiver raking its way up her spine, a quiet gasp falling past her lips. The sound has Lucien’s eyes dipping down to her lips, and almost instinctively, Elain leans forward still, presses up onto her toes.

Suddenly, the moment feels like something more, feels precarious. Suddenly, Elain feels like she’s standing on the edge of a cliff, like she’s standing back at that wishing well about to tumble down head first. But this time, Elain doesn’t feel scared. In fact, this time, Elain wants to jump, a voice in the back of her mind goading her, whispering at her to leap leap leap. It promises safety beneath, promises strong arms and a net of golden thread waiting below.

A second passes. Two. And then Lucien steps away from her, the moment shattering around them like broken glass. Lucien clears his throat, pushing a hand up and through his hair and keeping his eyes on anything but Elain.

“Lucien…” Elain starts quietly, unable to find the words to finish the thought, but it doesn’t matter because Lucien is already turning away from her.

“Goodnight, Elain.”

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[soviets-writing-shenanigans]

Work and Play

Did some of you think I wouldn’t pull this off?

Yeah I don’t blame you. Anywho, there’s the anniversary fic (for ficlet) for Connie! Thanks to @islandgirl5311 for proofreading for me!

WARNING: This contains smutt. You have been warned/you’re welcome.

Connie leaned back in his chair, listening. Through his headphones a soft sound was playing. A piano. His foot tapped to the beat as he listened. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four- there, the violins. They joined with the piano, combining into a gentle melody that stirred Connie’s soul. This was what it was all about. This was why he made-

BWWWWAAAAAAAA-

Connie sighed. “Stupidi bastardi,” he muttered under his breath. Taking the headphones off in frustration and letting them hang off his neck, he stared at the sheet music on the computer screen for what felt like the billionth time just that morning. It was only the second day he had been working on this piece, and yet he still was stuck on that damn opening. That goddamn horn…

A pair of hands placed themselves on his shoulders as someone leaned against his chair. “Still getting nowhere, huh?” A voice asked. Merely hearing it did a lot to soothe the composer. His mood further improved when he looked up. “Hello angelo,” he said with a wry smile.

Freya’s warm and husky chuckle made him smile more. “I’m taking that as a yes,” she grinned back, amusement glittering in her deep blue eyes. She leaned in to kiss him, which Connie returned gladly, then looked at the screen. “Tell me, why did you take this commission again?” Connie heaved another sigh, closing his eyes as Freya lightly massaged his shoulders. “Really just trying to get my name out there. The money is good, don’t get me wrong, but-”

“We don’t need the money,” she finished for him.

“We don’t need the money,” he said anyway, smiling. “What gets me is that they have this great duet, and they insist on having this fucking Inception horn smack you in the face right in the middle of it!” He irritably gestured at the screen and shook his head. “I told them, ‘Hey, this isn’t going to work, it’s gonna ruin what you’re going for.’ If they let the violins and strings fade off, let it pause for a full measure, then let the horn go. I.. I don’t get people sometimes. I really don’t.”

Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Poor Connie,” she pouted, making said composer roll his eyes, “Stuck with heathens with horrid musical composition.” Nuzzling him, she idly traced little hearts on his chest. “How about you take a break, hm? Spend some time with your angelo?~” Connie’s heart beat that little bit faster when her voice dropped down to that purr. “When we woke up wasn’t enough?” he said casually, looking at her with a raised brow. This time she rolled her eyes, taking his chin in her hand. “You think you’re funny when you say that, don’t you?”

“I always am.”

She snorted and shook her head. “You’re delusional, that's what you are.” Kissing him one last time, and holding it for a few seconds, she pulled away, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “You’re also lucky you’re so handsome.”

“And because I’m great at sex?” Connie said with a straight face.

She laughed and shook her head again. “I helped you with that, thank you very much.” She turned and started to walk away, putting a little extra sway into her hips. “If you need refreshers, you know where to find me.~”

Admittedly, it took a lot of willpower not to look as she walked out. “Love you too, Freya,” he said, keeping his eyes firmly on the screen. He kept looking at it for a good long while, trying to ignore the images in his head. You know what… he mused to himself, I’ll just send the mess I got to them. See how they like getting decked like that. He quickly wrote up an email, attached the ‘mess’ and then sent it on its merry way. Letting out a deep breath, he stood up, and oh-so-casually went to find his girlfriend.

She was, of course, expecting him. What little clothes she had were abandoned at the foot of their bed. Freya herself reclined upon it, an impish grin on her lips as she laid there, fully exposed with her legs wide open. “Finally got some sense, hm?” she teased, slowly rubbing her clit with two fingers. Connie stared at her like it was the first time seeing her nude. “I just sent them what I had,” he said, eyes filled with a mixture of both love and lust. “They can decide if it’s good or not.” He started to undress quickly, unbuttoning his vest, tossing it aside, then starting on the shirt beneath.

“Good,” Freya purred, watching him with anticipation. “You know, I still don’t get why you dress up when you work at home. Takes time away from… this…” Upon saying that, she pushed her fingers into herself with a sigh, pumping them with the same measured slowness. Connie bit his lip at the sight, fumbling with his belt. “Then you won’t mind if I don’t waste time explaining… again.” Finally getting the belt off, everything else seemed to slip right off, and he clambered onto the bed. “Aaww, that’s no fun,” she pouted, but that quickly went away as he loomed over her, hands on either side of her head.

There was a pause as the pair stared at each other, losing themselves in each other's eyes with small smiles on their lips. Connie finally lowered himself onto Freya, slightly to the side so as to not squish her arm that was still busy. With her free hand, Freya clasped the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. It led to another, then another, and became a gentle makeout session, the couple simply enjoying the taste of each other's lips for a few moments, both of them humming gently. Freya then let out a whimper, pulling away from Connie and holding up her slick fingers. Without hesitation, Connie took them into his mouth, humming a little louder as he cleaned them.

Once he was done, planting a little kiss as he pulled away (making Freya smile, as always), he adjusted his hips so could grind his cock against her pussy. She whimpered again, wrapping her arms around him. “Connie… fuck me…” she breathed, running her nails down his back and making him shiver. “Fuck me… please.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement than that. He made another small adjustment, then slowly pushed his tip into her. They both moaned in unison, gripping each other tightly. He started to thrust, leaning in to kiss her neck. She leaned her head back, moaning his name as his throbbing cock slowly filled her. One hand gripping his head, she dragged the nails of the other down his side. It was a weak spot of his and he shivered even more than before.

They kept at it for a few moments, their moans filling the air as they fucked. Then, one thrust in particular made Freya gasp and arch her back, with an accompanying loud moan. “There!” She breathed, “Right there… fuck, baby… right there…” Connie grinned and sped up  this thrusts, his hips slapping against hers. Her moans grew louder and louder, egging him on. He sunk his teeth into her neck and bit down. She cried out, digging her nails into his back. “Connie… Connie… fuuuck…” Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body shaking with pleasure, moans growing in pitch. “I’m… I’m getting-”

She did get to finish her words as he kissed her hard. Her body froze for a brief second, then relaxed with a shudder and a loud moan. Connie moaned with her as he came, pumping his load inside of her. His thrusting slowed as he worked them both down from the high, kissing each other and moaning each other's lips. At last he stopped, and she unlocked her legs. Connie then rolled them onto their sides, pulling her close and nuzzling the top of her head. Freya nuzzled his chest, sighing with content. “Good break?~” she asked, looking up at him with a grin.

Connie smiled back and pecked her lips. “Give me just a few more minutes…” he murmured, running a hand through her hair. “Still need a bit more snuggling.” She chuckled warmly, pecking him back, and duly obliged him.

[twigg96]

👀 Not me: *Sprinting to finish a fic before February ends to call it a Dethentine’s fic.*

Anywho….

Who wants a free sample?

One Hell of a Wedding:

“Ok… Just one more set of photos and I think we’ll be ready to move to the reception hall!” The photographer called, letting William and Tony both relax out of their unnatural uptight positions. “Charlesch… do we really gotta do all theshe cheeschey wedding picturesch?” Murderface whined. “Yeah man, my back is starting to kill me…” Tony huffed, slouching down in the chair he had been sitting in. “Besides… all these pictures are grandpa style. Why can’t we pick what we do next?” Charles cocked a brow at Tony’s suggestion, never taking his eyes off the computer screen at the selection of photos. None of the pictures taken so far he would label specifically as “grandpa style”. Hell in one, William held Tony up bridal style for several minutes until the camera crew could get the “perfect shot”. The only old fasioned one Charles could point out was the one they just took where William held Tony around the waist. “No… just do as you’re told.” He muttered pinching the bridge of his nose as he wrote down the codes for the photos he preferred be printed and mass produced. With a groan the two grooms got into the position that the photographer instructed them to, Tony behind William this time. With Tony being slightly shorter, the photographer had him lay his head gently against his back as his front pressed fully up against his lover’s back in a romantic embrace. Taking it upon himself, Tony interwove their fingers and gently kissed the nape of William’s neck, ignoring the flashes of the cameras as he gently rubbed his thumb along the backs of his husband’s hands. Husband. God that word would never get old… Squeezing Murderface gently Tony tilted his head upwards. “Whatcha thinking about?” He whispered. Feeling the rumble of a silent laugh roll through William’s chest was magical and an experience he never wanted to end. “I think I want thesche fuckin’ camerasch out of my face scho we can finally have a moment alone before we go to the reception.” Murderface “whispered” back, or at least tried too. The curly haired bassist didn’t really have a quiet voice after all. Burying his face in the back of William’s tux, Tony couldn’t help the honest laughter that escaped his lips. He tried to hide it. But soon he was clutching Will around the middle as the brunette chuckled looking behind himself for some answer to the joke. “What? What did I schay?” he asked earnestly, the flashing never ceasing, if anything it only became faster to catch the genuineness of the moment.

[writtenbyevie]

earl gray and hibiscus for the tea writing asks :D

rey ✨!! my darling, my love!! how are you!! thank you kindly for the ask!! I’m hugging you so very tight ✨💛

earl grey 🤍🫖:

what time of day do you like to write?

I tend to write throughout the day, though I'm not much of a late night writer. I'll jot down lines or ideas, but rarely am I up on my computer at like 3AM. I think my goldilocks zone tends to be around the early afternoon into the evening. By that point, my brain is stretched out and ready to win the stare down between me and my laptop screen.

The one exception to this is I tend to write music more at night!

hibiscus 💖🫖:

what inspired your current WIP?

So I have several (including my secret santa fic muahahaha) but I'll talk about star-stitched!

The biggest inspiration is my own history with OCD (Christ I could make a whole post about my OCD and writing). I wanted to create a story that involved OCD, though wasn’t necessarily just about OCD. star-stitched is the result of that, along with many images, lines, motifs, and scenes that built up in my mind over the course of several months. Some of which were inspired by elements of my own life. A few examples are:

astronomy, specifically quasars, comets, binary stars, stars

the adam project (the final scene w/ the dad)

far from home by sam tinnez

j's lullaby by delaney bailey

orchestral music in general?

my dad's cancer

death (both in my personal life and like conceptually?)

some of my own previous work?

my ambiguous relationship w/ [redacted]

rain

painting in my room

slow dancing in the kitchen with [redacted]

Eventually, the story just became this monster taking up space in the back of my brain, as I worked on earth and moon, until one day I decided to plan it out. It's changed some since then, but it's been rattling around the ole noggin for a while.

Side note: I like to joke I'm the fusion child of Sakuatsu, since I'm a blonde, brown eyed, tall, hypermobile, perfectionist with OCD and several facial moles (and scattered moles all over really) born on March 20th. Bonus, my sisters are twins.

anywho thank you so much for the ask rey!! sprinkling love and kisses on your forehead like stardust 💫💖!!

p.s. the second chapter of star-stitched is coming soon!!

[stormy-skies-falling]

hey, are requests open? gjkf if not, sorry. I was thinking about Tommy's new "griefing irl" video, and I thought about Y/N as a camera-person.. and while they're destroying stuff, Y/N goes: "yo, can I have a go at it?" they say yes, but don't expect much since Y/N looks generally unassuming and harmless + is really nice 90% of the time---maybe they're even wearing a cute pastel outfit. anyways, Y/N absolutely beats the shit out of the stuff there, and everyone is greatly intimidated.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥?

about: Tommyinnit, Philza Minecraft, and Jack Manifold

warning(s): swearing, shenanigans, mention of Logan Paul, graffiti of male reproductive organs, reader absolutely wrecking the fake office's world

pronouns: none specified

word count: 1.3k

note: I think I might just get married to procrastination for how much I seem to love it. But anywho, I hope you enjoy! Kisses! <3

“I just broke into this office. Let’s see how much of it we can destroy before we get caught.” Tommy says into the camera, then proceeds to swing his bat, effectively flinging the coffee cup off the divider.

Recently, Tommy came up with the great idea of “breaking into an office” and griefing irl for a new YouTube video. As everyone can probably tell, filming with Tommy isn’t necessarily the thing you do if you want to keep all your limbs intact, but when adding bats and falling ceilings into the mix… let's just hope you have good insurance.

When pitching the idea for the video, Phil was a little wary (if it involves Tommy, who isn’t) about irl griefing, even if it was a presumed fake office. But, as persistent as Tommy is, he got Phil to fold— even roped poor Jack into the video. The basis was this: we would all go to this fake office and Tommy, Phil, and Jack would smash some stuff— simple as that!

Now a little backstory about my involvement in all this: I work the camera. I met Tommy a few years ago back when my popularity as a camera worker was starting to grow. He had been looking for someone to record his irl videos and I was looking for a more stable job, so when he ended up dming me on Twitter— I couldn’t turn down his offer.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I love working with Tommy, but I have definitely had to do some things out of my comfort zone. For example: skydiving, “joining the military,” paintball fights (I got shot in the leg by accident), Tommy + tanks, being around Logan Paul, bazookas, and more. Although a little worrying at first, by filming for Tommy, I have really gotten to live my life and I will be forever grateful for that. But griefing an office? We’ll find out how well this works out.

Tommy finally convinced Phil to come back to the “office” after Phil called Kristin to try to get her to help him escape the chaos that is a Tommyinnt video. Understandable.

Walking backwards, I film the men as we all walk back into the setup; Tommy trying to reassure Phil that it’s a fake office and Phil asking himself why he’s doing this. A loud yell from Jack Manifold himself breaks off their jabbering. I angle the camera, just in time, to catch him hurling a large potted plant at the wall.

“WHAT THE FUCK, JACK!” Tommy yells.

“Ohhh shhhhit.” Phil says at the same time as Tommy, both of them walking into the office to meet Jack as I trail behind them.

“Don’t smash it till we’re here!” Tommy tells Jack as he looks around at the wreckage.

“YOU SAID SMASH THINGS!” Jack reiterates.

“NOT TILL WE’RE—” Jack kicks another object — “NOOO! What the?” Tommy yells, acting absolutely devastated. He then immediately goes into his “please subscribe” mode, seemingly forgetting how distraught he was 0.2 seconds ago.

Phil then comes out of nowhere with the bat Tommy had in the beginning and swings at the computer next to Tommy, effectively breaking the screen. He’s distraught again. Shaking off the bit, Tommy gets out of the chair he was sitting in and meanders his way out of the room who then comes back shortly after, carrying a subscribe button. Setting it down on the corner of a table, he continues to sell his “brand.” Cue a bat equipped Jack Manifold to do the one thing Tommy wants his viewers to do— smash that subscribe button.

“Didja get that Y/n?!” Jack asks, eyes going slightly insane out of excitement.

“Of course I did.” I laugh.

“It was the one bit I was supposed to smash!” he says as Phil picks up the piece of red plastic that actually says “subscribe.”

Grabbing the piece from Phil, Tommy sets it slightly off the table and grabs the bat from Jack.

“I LOVE MY SUBS!” Tommy yells and brings the bat onto the plastic from over his head, breaking said plastic.

If you look past the insanity that is Tommy, at that moment, you can spot Phil retreating to the corner of the room. But at the same time… after Tommy smashed the subscribe button, Phil pulled a “screw it” and decided to just give into it all the chaos. Oh no.

As the recording went on, it got more and more chaotic. With Phil joining in on the shenanigans and…the penis graffiti on the wall— I actually started becoming antsy and quite frankly, jealous of Tommy, Jack, and Phil— I wanted to smash some shit too! And spray paint the walls! I mean why not right?

After they played frisbee with the surprisingly solid cake, I decided that now would be as good an opportunity as ever to get in on all the griefing business.

“Hey Tommy,” I start, getting his attention. “Could I give it a try?” I ask, pointing to the bat in his hands.

“Really? Like you seriously want to?” I nod my head and he hands over the bat, looking even more excited than before.

Now I do have to say that I’m more or less the chill one of the little gang. I don’t get into much trouble— I keep Tommy out of it really— and I always end up completely being a “behind the scenes” person, no matter how much Tommy wants me to be included in the videos along with recording them (I think he sometimes fails to understand that it’s my job to be behind the camera, but the thought’s sweet).

Coming up next to me, Phil gently takes my camera out of my hands. I wipe the sweat off my hands— from holding the camera for so long— onto my pants. Holding out the bat by the barrel, Tommy stretches his arm out to where I can grasp the handle. I take the bat out of his hands and look up to meet his eyes to then be met with pure feral curiosity for how I’m going to end up griefing the halfway trashed room.

Feeling the bat around my hands, I lightly swing it back and forth as I walk towards the “balls big ones” writing. I firmly grasp the bat in my hands and stance it above my shoulder. Taking a deep breath, ready to destroy some shit, I swing the bat back and slam it into the word “ones.”

The impact of the single swing was so powerful that it managed to effectively make a hole in the wall.

“Y/N DID YOU JUST BREAK A HOLE IN THE WALL OVER A SWING?” Tommy yells baffled in my wonderful feat.

“What about it?” I shrug nonchalauntly.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” Tommy cheers, grabbing the “cake” and chucking it at Jack who lets out a loud shriek at the action.

“ HEY, Y/N!” Phil yells, grabbing my attention. He picks up the brick-cake-thing from off the floor. “Batter up!” I wind up the bat, getting in a solid stance, and Phil absolutely catapults it my way. And with a perfectly timed swing…I hit that mo fo so hard! I think I broke another hole in the wall.

“Y/N YOU JUST BROKE ANOTHER HOLE IN THE WALL!” Jack exclaims as he checks over the area.

Okay, so I was right.

“How strong are you?” Phil asks, looking absolutely horrified at the second hole in the wall.

“You know that’s a great question.” I say swinging the bat as I walk closer to the table. “Let’s test it out shall we.” I hold the bat over my head to bring it down on the middle of the table as hard and fast as I can… I just broke the table in half. Cool.

I look up with pride in glee to be met with three stares of fascination, curiosity, and most of all— fear.

“Welp,” Tommy starts, breaking the silence. “Remind me to never make you mad.”

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hey, its me again, sorry i promise i wont spam, but may i also request some toya setsuno fluff (or smut, however you want🥰)

(also, i forgot this, but heres a obligatory teddy for the best villians blog out there🧸🎀❤️)

(Technically it’s not spam if it’s been sitting in the box for a while right??????XD Anywho, I hope it’s okay if I just take the fluff route for this one!)

(Also thank you for the bear because I needed it lol)

~Being an Adult is Hard~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

“Heeeeeey yoooouuuu...” Toya’s voice softly called as he entered the back room where you were. You sighed and turned your attention away from the work at the computer. “This can only mean bad news. You only drag it out like that when it’s bad news so please don’t beat around the bush.” You chuckled lightly. He nodded and sighed with an apologetic smile as he went to sit on the carpet in next to your chair. He leaned his head onto your lap for comfort. “That house we were trying to out an offer on ended up selling unfortunately.” You sighed and placed your head into your hands. “This is like the 3rd time this month. It’s like we’re running out of options and the prices keep steadily rising more and more. On top of that, we’re going to have to get a second car soon because with my new job, our schedules aren’t linking up. Unless of course you’ll finally let me ride the train or at least the bu-”

“Shhhhhhh, absolutely not. Never. You deserve better than that.” He moved to look up at you with a pout. “There’s nothing wrong with public transportation. You’re not less of a person just because you don’t drive a car.” You corrected him but he shook his head. “Yes of course, but lots of dangerous stuff could happen and I wouldn’t be around to protect you like I want to.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the plush chair to think for a moment. “Why does being an adult with all these responsibilities feel like a constant vice grip all the time? I mean, it’s so exhausting. It feels like it costs money just to survive and we’re not allowed to complain and count our blessings at the same time. Prices on stuff keep going up and pay at jobs has been at a stand still for years. They’re literally charging out of the ass for houses that aren’t even in the best neighborhoods. By the time we’ll have saved more money for better homes, those houses will have then upped their prices even higher. It feels like an endless struggle. At this point Toya, I just want to be a kid again. Why can’t I just eat cookies and watch cartoons without a care in the world?” You vented to him and he listened, taking it all in with a caring ear as he always did. “Who says we can’t do that?” He replied curiously. You looked down at him and smiled softly before leaning down to lay a soft kiss on his lips. 

“I gotta go get ready for work in the morning. Since you’re off tomorrow, please try to handle the house search and the business stuff for me. I’m gonna go shower.” You pressed another soft kiss to him before getting up and heading into the bathroom. He sat on the carpet for a good while and lets your words marinate before he had a ‘lightbulb’ moment. 

The next morning while you were getting ready, he was plotting and planning things out in his head all while remaining composed and caring as usual. He kissed you a little more deeply before you left to work and began handling the business he was mentally prepping for. While he was doing his own thing, you were watching the time drag on at work. The shift today seemed never ending. Not to mention the boss was in a poor mood and taking it out on the workers...what little workers that came that is. You were short staffed with too many call-outs and that left pressure for those of you that showed up for the day. You even ended up having to stay at work for an extra 30 minutes. The drive home was so depressing and exhausting that you drove without music the whole way there. The only thing on your mind was Setsuno. He always knew how to make your days a little brighter when they were oh so bleak before. Tonight was no different. The moment you stepped through the door, your nose was assaulted by the smell of fresh baked cooking. You turned your head to see him setting up the living room table with snacks, drinks, and a lit candle of your favorite scent. Your eyes darted to the TV screen as you noticed your childhood favorite cartoon streaming. He looked up and smiled at you when he noticed you were home. “Welcome back Y/N.”

“What is all of this?” You laughed lightly as he approached you in his PJ’s. “I thought about what you said last night. Sometimes I think it’s okay to forget about being adults for a while yknow? We’ve both been doing so much with planning on moving out of the apartment, paying bills, getting another car and whatnot. This time is so valuable too. Come sit on the couch and get sick on cookies with me. Maybe we can both call out tomorrow huh?” He jokes as he led you to the couch and cuddled up next to you underneath your favorite throw blanket. The little moments like these meant the world to you. Seeing you relax a bit meant the world to him. 

[anightflower]

You are Free

Honestly, nobody fucking touch me after episode 4. Sebastian’s acting had me speechless! As soon as I finished the episode I knew I had to write this. It’s just a quick little blurb, but if you guys like it, I can revisit it and make it longer :)

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: Spoilers for Episode 4 of Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

“No.” Bucky said sternly, glaring at you as you blocked his exit. “You’re going to make me late (Y/N), please move.” 

He tried to step around you, but you moved to block him and put two hands on his chest to stop him. “James Buchanan Barnes, I am coming with you and you cannot stop me.” 

He looked at you, rage in his eyes. “(Y/N), we don’t know if this is going to work, everything could go wrong.” 

You ignored his rage, knowing it disguised his fear. You reached up and caressed his cheek. “Or everything can go right. Bucky, we have been working on this for months. I have been by your side waiting for you to come out of cryo,  I spent nights up with Shuri dissecting these words and how to get them out of your brain, I have been there for every test, every nightmare, and every step forward. I am not leaving you now.” 

He closed his eyes against your touch, a tear slipped down his cheek. “What if I hurt you?” His voice broke as he asked the question. “I’ve done so many awful things (Y/N). I wouldn’t be able to survive if I hurt you. I would never forgive myself.” 

You brushed the tears off his face. “Look at me my love.” Bucky slowly opened his eyes and met your hopeful ones. “You could never hurt me. You’ve worked so hard for this, it is time for you to be free. ” You gave him a small smile. “Besides I have been training with the Dora Milaje, that combined with my powers? I could kick your ass.” 

Bucky let out a choked laugh and fell into you, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face in your neck. “I’m so scared (Y/N).” 

You held him tightly, fighting back your own fear. “I know Bucky, but I am not leaving you okay? You are not going to be alone during this. I love you until the end.”

“I love you until the end.” Bucky repeated back quietly. 

Now you sat next to him, eyes focused on the raging fire before you. You clasped your hands together to stop them from shaking. 

Ayo cleared her throat and looked at the two of you.. “It is time.” 

Bucky was shaking slightly, his eyes filled with so much fear. “You sure about this?” He asked quietly, his discomfort obvious.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone.” Ayo reassured him. 

Bucky looked to you, unsure. You grabbed onto his hands and gave them a squeeze. “Until the end.” You whispered.

“If you’re coming, I want you to stand next to Ayo.” Bucky had ordered you as the two of you made your way up the hill toward Ayo’s bonfire. 

“Darling, I don’t know how many times I have to bang this into your head. I am not leaving you, which means I am going to be right beside you as she says every word.” You countered. Bucky had tried to protest, but you just held up a hand to stop him. He finally just sighed and gave in. 

“Until the end.” Bucky whispered back. 

You held back a flinch as Ayo began speaking in Russian. Those words were engraved in your mind after so many nights of reading and rereading that damned Red book. You hated them with every fiber of your being.

“Longing.” Bucky’s grip on your hands grew tighter. He focused on the raging fire in front of you, his eyes distant. 

“Rusted.” You squeezed his hands to remind him he was not alone. His eyes still did not meet yours, but he gently squeezed them back. 

“Seventeen.” Ayo spoke each word flawlessly. You looked to her, anxiety filling your eyes. 

She just nodded to you in reassurance. How many nights had you and Shuri stayed up, getting little to no sleep? Looking at scans of Bucky’s brain, readjusting computer codes and figuring out what would be the best way to unwash his brain without ruining him. 

“Daybreak.” 

How many nights had you woken up to Bucky screaming, either in English or in Russian, barely understanding what he was saying as he pleaded to a God he had lost faith in long ago. 

“Furnace.” 

“You should have left.” Bucky had mumbled to you one night after he woke up from another nightmare. “You should have gone with Steve and Sam and all of them. You would have been better off.” 

“James Barnes, when will you get that I am not going to leave you? Yes, I know you have done horrible things, yes I know you have killed, no I am not afraid of you and no I will not stop loving you.” You said fiercely, grabbing his chin and forcing him to meet your eyes. “You are not the Winter Soldier. You are James Buchanan Barnes, a man who was manipulated and broken to the point where he lost his own mind. You are not what Hydra made you, you are what you will overcome.”

“Benign.” You came back to the present, eyes moving to Bucky. His whole body was taught like a wire as Ayo neared the end of the trigger words. His face was soaked with tears as he relived each haunting memory of the Winter Soldier. 

“Homecoming.” You closed your eyes and pleaded to whatever god was listening, that these words would not take your boyfriend away again. Silent tears streamed down your face as Bucky openly sobbed.

“One.” You felt your heart stop as Ayo approached the final word.

“Freightcar.” 

Silence. The air was electric as you waited for the dreaded words. Ready to comply. 

They never came. 

“You are free.” Ayo words echoed throughout your body. 

It had worked, it had worked. 

You looked to Bucky in disbelief and he collapsed before you, burying his face in your lap, his whole body heaving with how much he was crying. You didn’t bother to hide your tears now and openly sobbed with him. 

After several minutes he lifted his face up to look at you. You gently cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him, joy and relief flowing through the two of you as you embraced. 

“You are free.”

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Anywho back to crying! xx

[aalissy]

Jealousy

Day 24 is doneee!! And it features a jealous kitty hehe. I loveee writing jealous Adrien/Chat!! I hope we see more of him in the show. Hopefully around Marinette too haha. Anywho, lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Chat blinked, staring inside Marinette's window, his stomach in knots. She was inside, giggling away as she looked up at Luka. The musician was laughing with her, his hand on her shoulder as he said something obviously funny. He twisted his lip, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling that was worsening in his chest. He had never felt anything like this before and he couldn’t understand why it was happening now. Rubbing his stomach, he wondered if it was because of something he ate. Perhaps his chef cooked something that didn’t agree with him. Yeah, that was probably it... no other reason.

When Marinette leaned against Luka as she laughed at another funny thing he said, Chat unconsciously crossed his arms against his chest, narrowing his eyes into slits. Perhaps he was so upset because this was supposed to be his time with Marinette. Yes, exactly! Fridays were his nights. He was supposed to be the one making her laugh and playing video games with her. Chat’s lower lip jutted out as he tapped his foot impatiently. His tail swished out angrily behind him as he waited for Luka to finally leave.

When the musician finally did wave Marinette goodbye, Chat barely waited for him to fully disappear out of her room before he burst into her room without knocking. Giving her a bright, almost smug grin to her shocked face, he nodded down at the other hatch. “I thought he’d never leave.”

She slowly shut her gaping mouth, raising an eyebrow at him as she stared at him rather pointedly. “So you decided to just burst in? What if someone had heard you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, his smile widening in amusement. “Let them. I don’t think it’d be so bad.”

“What on earth has gotten into you tonight, kitty?” Marinette tilted her head in confusion. “Are you akumatized or something? You don’t usually act like this?”

“Act like what?” Chat blinked at her innocently. He brushed away the fact that his stomach pain seemed to have mysteriously vanished, making him almost want to purr in satisfaction.

“Like... like...” Marinette huffed, pushing up off of the desk chair she was sitting on. She paced on her floor for a few moments, muttering to herself before whirling around to point at him accusingly. “Like you’re jealous or something.”

He slowly made his way off of her bed, taking a few steps towards her. Was she right? Could he be... jealous? The feeling was starting to remind him of the incident with Copycat. But back then it was understandable. He was in love with Ladybug and he didn’t want anyone else stealing her from him. This was Marinette. One of his best friends. Perhaps he was just jealous that Luka was taking up time that was meant to be for him. That made more sense... right? 

Giving her a crooked smile, Chat apologized, “Sorry, purrincess. I guess I was just a little upset that he was taking up a lot of our time,” he gestured between them before nodding at her computer with a bright beam. “Are you ready to play games now?”

“Uh-huh,” Marinette said rather skeptically, her eyebrow rising as she looked him up and down. An odd look finally settled in her eyes as she met his gaze again. “Are you sure that was it? I thought I saw you a few times outside... watching us.”

He flushed, darting his eyes away from her piercing, sapphire eyes as he scratched the back of his neck. Chuckling nervously, he said, “Y-you saw that?”

“I knew that was you!” she snapped her fingers. “I thought I was going crazy after a while but then you slammed into my room like... well, like a jealous tomcat.”

Chat’s cheeks turned even darker as he realized that she hadn’t known for sure that he was spying on them. Marinette took a few steps closer to him, making him move backwards as she bumped him against a wall, poking a finger in his chest. “Just why were you watching us, kitty? Are you sure that it was just because he was taking up too much of my time?”

He blinked down at her, her bright blue eyes burning up at him rather passionately. Her breathing was different, more sped up as she kept her finger directly on his chest. Chat struggled to catch his own breath as he couldn’t keep himself from drifting his gaze down to her lips. They looked so perfect and kissable and she was so close. It would be so easy to just... no! They were just friends and he shouldn’t be thinking things like that. 

Sucking in a deep breath, he banged his head against her wall lightly as he closed his eyes, keeping his thoughts from straying. Quietly, he murmured, “I-I am sorry purrincess. I just saw Luka here making you laugh and I got a little upset that he was taking up our time together.”

“Hmm, I think you’re lying,” Marinette said and Chat’s eyes sprang open to meet her sparkling blue ones. “I think it was a little more than that. You did burst into my room, after all.”

He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from her smiling, teasing lips once again. She opened her mouth to say something else but this time Chat couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and connecting their lips together. Marinette squeaked once quietly before she relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes popped open and he jerked his head as he gazed down at her in surprise. She slowly fluttered her eyes back open as she gave him a small, happy smile.

“I, um...” Chat said in a high-pitched voice. He cleared his throat once to bring it back down to its normal pitch. “W-was that okay?”

“That was perfect,” she giggled, peering up at him from beneath her lashes, chewing on her lip rather nervously. “Is it alright if we do it again?” 

Instead of answering, he simply nodded, crashing their lips back together again. Chat sank into their kiss this time, snaking his arms around her as he held her tightly against him. For the first time, he was kind of glad that Luka came over. It made him realize that he did have feelings for Marinette. Plus, now he could do this. Tilting his head, he deepened their kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip. He was never going to give this up. Not even if Luka begged. Marinette was his princess. 

[yunopouts]

WEISHEN REACTS: kissing them out of the blue!

that's so pretty of him oh my god

dad KUN-GE 😩:

He was in his studio, working on… well- music

Probably rearranging something like the artiste he is

You hadn’t seen him all day, not even in the morning

Cause he left before you woke up and locked himself in the studio

Even the members were wondering where he was

ANYWAYS

You walked in, which he didn’t hear because he was wearing headphones

He was startled when you spun his chair around and placed your lips on his

It was sweet and soft, and very refreshing for him

He moved his beat pad away from him and brought you down on to his lap

His hands were resting on your thighs, thumbs rubbing soft circles on them

When you pulled away, you noticed that his headphones were still on, making you laugh

Mainly because they through off his disheveled look

Rolling his eyes and smiling in embarrassment, he took them off

You kinda just leaned against him and chilled like that

Which was good for Kun, because staring at a computer screen in the dark was getting to him

Also because he missed his baby

JESUS HE'S SO PRETTY

The cat lady:

You were watching him dance in the practice room

He had tried teaching you to dance

But that didn’t work out

Because it was a workout, and you don’t exercise

Wow, I’m so funny

He was trying out different spins and you were bored from looking at your phone for too long

So you got up and stomped towards him

“Are you okay?” trying to hold in a confused laugh

Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him and pecked him on the lips

He kissed back almost immediately

This one lasting a bit longer than yours

But then he pulled away

“Your breath smells like vomit, go away.” And pushed you away by the forehead

You looked at his amused expression, his smile growing even more when you smelled your breath

“IT LITERALLY DOESN’T, YOU’RE JUST MEAN” you yelled at him

He laughed his ass off and dodged the shoe that you threw at him

i keep telling myself that i have to stay loyal.... to my six ults (what the fuck 🥲)

“dong siCHEENNNGGG” – moon taeil, Sun & Moon Ep. 10, 2020 :

You guys were chilling on the couch

But for some reason you guys were sitting like three cushions away from each other

Your Instagram explore page was getting boring

Winwin was watching a show, so he wasn’t paying attention to you

“Annoy him, it is.” You decided in your head and scooched your ass closer to him

“What do you want?” he asked, clearly uninterested with your antics

You pulled his hoodie, which turned his entire head, and then kissed him

Like, needily too

But only for like three seconds, and then you got up and sat back in your spot

He said nothing to you, but he kept looking at you

Like this:

You don’t know what to do

You’re scared now

Because you can’t tell if he’s annoyed, pissed, or horny

Or all three

BYE IM SO SAD NOW

My fav chef

XIAO DEJUN:

He was playing guitar on the floor

You were sitting on his bed, doing your work

You decided that you needed a break from reading your textbook

Setting that aside, you crawled to where Jun had his head resting

You hovered above him and kissed his forehead

A closed mouth smile spread across his face and he closed his eyes, leaning his head upwards

You kissed the tip of his nose this time, earning an airy chuckle from him

You waited a few seconds before leaning down and did the spider-man kiss

It was light but lasted a solid forty seconds before he pushed you away

“blood’s gonna rush to your head.” He said

Xiaojun got off the floor and sat on the bed

He pulled you in by the face and kissed you for real

“Finish your homework” he mumbled against your lips

“later” you hushed him by kissing him again

“My name was supposed to be ‘Henry’”-ass bitch:

Sir was making kissy faces at you all day

But never actually kissed you

Coward

Anywho

You guys would be sitting on the couch

Watching tv or something

And he would be playing with your hands

You don’t have much space in between the two of you

He was looking at you, but you weren’t looking at him

He was making weird noises to get your attention

At one point he meowed

When you finally looked at him

Y’all were like this:

You leaned forward, but little did you know, Hendery stuck his tongue out

So you kissed his tongue

You freaked out

“DID YOU JUST STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE?”

“I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WOULD KISS ME!!!!”

“NO WAIT COME BACK, Y/N, I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO”

Yx2 the Polygot:

Playing video games in the dark

This child is cussing out everyone who gets in his way

He was getting VERY heated

“Yangyang calm down” you told him from the bed

He muttered a ‘sorry’

But then like three minutes later he was doing it again

“Noah Liu.”

“Oh no, not the English name.” he laughed, which made you laugh a little bit

“I’ll be quiet now.”

And he was

But then you got bored of the silence

So you walked up to him and took the controller away from him, setting it on his desk

“Wha- oh.” He said before you closed the distance between you

His hands went to your ass and just sat there

[bunnie-the-lighthouse]

𝐼’𝓂 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹?..

Pairing: ATEEZ Song Min-Gi & Reader.

Warnings: There’s Mild Bullying (In My Opinion).

Inspiration: Sleep Deprivation. 

Basic Idea: Android Boyfriend, Bully Tries To Demotivate You, Boyfriend To The Rescue. 

Type: Fluff 

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Today was yet another day of waiting. You stared at your computer screen, your pointer right above the “Cancel Order” button. You had been waiting for weeks now. And yet, your package hasn’t arrived yet.

What was in the package? Well, let’s reel it back a few weeks ago. You were chatting with your friend on KakaoTalk, and that is when you learned about “boydroid.com”, a website where you could build your preferred boyfriend.

As the name suggested, yes, it was an android. You were basically creating a robot to match your preferences. The best part was the fact that it wasn’t as expensive as you thought. And so you built your own boyfriend and just waited for him to arrive.

It has been a good four weeks since you’ve done that and now you were tempted to cancel your order as you felt like it was a hoax. And just as you were going to click on the button, your doorbell rang.

You booked it, you ran to the entrance so fast that you surprised yourself. You then calmed yourself down and opened the door, to see a tall man. Around six feet you’d say.

His smile was so cute that you almost fainted -- he looked like a huge teddy bear! “Hi _____,” he waved as you felt your cheeks get heated. He was so tall too, you couldn’t help but just stare at his toothy smile -- his bubbly aura making you feel warm.

Composing yourself, you cleared your throat, “W-Who are you?” you asked as he then pouted, making you feel guilty. “I’m your boyfriend Min-Gi?..” he trailed off while looking at you with a soft frown.

“Oh my, oh my-- My heart,” you squealed as you then hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping around your waist as well. As he laughed at your reaction, you temporarily forgot that he wasn’t human. “Wait.. So you are the boyfriend?” you asked, rather weirdly as Min-Gi nodded.

“Yes, I am your boyfriend, _____,” he repeated again with the same bright smile as you then smiled back, “Come in,” you urged as he did so, stepping into your small and cozy abode. It wasn’t the most expensive or the biggest apartment, but it was definitely enough for you and possibly another person.

However, you then realized how he had no extra clothes -- so you guys went shopping. Min-Gi insisted on holding your hand, as you had actually selected that you wanted a soft boyfriend that would want to show PDA through hugs, small kisses, and by holding hands.

You entered a shop, one that you were sure Min-Gi was going to like. After all, you knew his fashion style already. “Hmm, _____? How do I look?” he asked while wearing a light pink knitted sweater and jeans.

Nodding, you gave him a thumbs up as he gave you a quick smile and left to change back to what he was originally wearing. However, while waiting, a girl that you absolutely loathe came. It was your University Bully, a girl that was jealous of your brains and personality.

“Isn’t it the forever alone girl?” she laughed as her friends followed her lead. You huffed, ignoring them as you were waiting for Min-Gi to come out. “Hey! Listen to me while I’m speaking,” she yelled at you as some of the other clients were starting to stare.

You once again, ignored her, not wanting to give her what she wanted. She then turned you around forcefully, ready to scream at your face again. 

That is until someone grabbed your arm, pulling you behind them.

“Min-Gi?..” you whisper out as he was now in front of you, looking down at the girl that would bully you. “Please refrain from making a scene,” he said with a serious tone, shocking you as you didn’t expect him to suddenly become this protective.

Granted, you did place that you wanted him to be protective in certain situations, but you didn’t expect him to be that serious.

“And who are you?~” she cooed, switching expressions horrendously fast that you cringed. Min-Gi stayed emotionless and turned around to look at your face. He then smiled brightly at you, shocking you and the bullies.

“Shall we go now? _____?” he asked as you then realized how he was the only one that would understand you fully. You then gave him a soft smile, hugging him tightly as, although he would predict your actions, was shocked.

“Sure, Min-Gi-Ah,” you giggled while grabbing the clothes that he was going to buy. “Let’s go pay, do you want to eat anything?” you asked, completely forgetting that your bully was still there.

“Can we have steak? Oh, and after that, can we go to a park or lake? I want to enjoy the cool breeze with you, sitting on the lawn and just enjoy some time with you~”

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Hi everyone, Bunnie here. 

I am so sorry for releasing this post so late -- I lost track of time and had a packed afternoon. 

This was originally going to be a Yun-Ho imagine, but I changed my mind and decided to change it to Min-Gi instead! (I miss him T_T).

Anywho, I hope you guys still enjoy it!~

Also, it came to my attention that Ramadan is beginning! I wish the best of luck to all of you! You guys can do it!! :D

Please stay safe and healthy! Take breaks -- take it one day at a time. 

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Once again, thank y’all for the support, stay safe and happy! 

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